It's the Wine Talking

Disclaimer: This post probably isn't as sound as it should be. I blame it on the wine. Just remember you were warned. Just don't text me or privately message me - post a FREAKING comment, please, and don't care what others think about it. :) 


I have issues with women. 


There are lots of reasons why and if you're close to me - like really close; not just pretending to be, you probably know where a lot of these issues stem from. 


Growing up I had friends. Some great ones, some okay ones, and some who probably needed to just move right along. 


But in all honesty, my best friends were guys. I would have much rather spent time hanging with guys watching football games than dealing with girl drama. 


As an adult, you tell yourself the lie that things are different. Yet, no, I'm pretty sure they're not. 


If you don't believe me, sit and watch Jersey Shore or The Real Housewives (you choose the city). 


Women drama sucks. 


And there are so many rules. I get tired head just thinking about it all. You'd think after being out of junior high or high school we'd be well past it all. Nonetheless, on a now weekly basis I find that I have to endure some sort of "girl drama." 


I try my best to be a good example to my girls and help guide them through all the nonsense handed to all of us from other females, their own sister drama included. 


I'll give you some examples: 


Someone told Avery while at a play date at our house that she was a baby for watching Barney. 


Someone told Maddie that she wasn't pretty enough for a certain boy to like her. 


Awesome friends, huh? 


I have loads of examples from my own life that I'll spare you with, but some of the things I was told as a girl AND and adult still are imprinted on my mind. That kind of stuff stays with you even if you hold your head high and move on. I like to think that it makes us stronger - but only if we let it. 


I get extremely frustrated with the whole "friend" thing.  I'm not even going to go into it because I'll probably say something I regret and not be able to take it back. Hmmm.....even with wine I have a conscious. 


I posted this on FB this week: "Lesson # 1,150 with the girls: Don't let others steal your joy. People can be mean, cruel, 2 faced, spiteful, and down right evil. Yes, even as adults. Don't give them that power. They don't deserve it! I don't know about you but I keep an extra smile in my pocket for those people who find & cause drama 24/7. :)"

6 comments and 13 likings. I guess I'm not alone, huh? 


No, this blog isn't giving them the power. I like to think that maybe I'm calling them out. Some of them might even be reading this. I hope they are. 

Bottom line: I'm going to treat you with respect, probably even if you don't give it back. I'm going to keep whatever you tell me in confidence, because I know how it feels to tell one person something and have 30 know by the end of the day. I'm going to return your call, your email, your text, as soon as I can even if to just acknowledge that I got it and will respond when I get more time. I'm not going to tell you something I don't mean. I'm not going to talk about you behind your back. If I want to know something, I'll ask. If I have an issue, I'll come to you first. I'm not going to take my animosity of a situation out on you. I'm not going to kiss your *** to get ahead.  I'm not going to invest my time with you if I don't believe you're worth it. 

I'd love to have some of the above reciprocated, but it seems at this point in my life, I'm still trying to decipher the secret code of women and friendships. It obviously doesn't work how I thought. 

And, basically, I just give up on all that. It wears me out and I'm done wasting any energy on that "game."