Don't Talk About My MeThat Way!

You know that hacky old sitcom joke: Where some jerk is talking smack about one of the main character's family. And the main character who is a wise cracking favorite replies with a swift "Don't talk about my sister/bother/cousin... like that" And the sister/bother/cousin... replies with a loud "yeah you tell um" For which the main character replies "Aww shut up you idiot". And the machine that mimics human laughter replies uproariously. Its a classic.

I bring that up to illustrate why it's such a cliche; because it is universally true. No one can tell you about yours. And one of the most "yours" person is yourself. So when someone talks smack about me to me my only retort has to be "Don't talk about my me that way". Then I resume my consistent hate speech towards myself.

I feel completely fine when I call myself "a lazy useless waste of space", cause at the end of the day I can't really it mean since I'm all I got (I know I shouldn't make excuses for her). But when someone else feels the need to talk about me without respect; I have got to let go of all that low self esteem malarkey and stand up for mine.

Objective!

I know its very high school book report, but if there is one thing Oprah's finale taught me its is that when you have a mission statement it guides your course.

I believe that everyone can be Awesome Sauce and the more you share the awesomer you become. So my plan is to share the things that make me happy (or think) and put that out into the universe.

Put out awesome and attract awesome.

: ).