So I kinda have failed at life lately, well my social media life, my regular life a little too. I am pretty sure the exact culprit of my massive frequent flyer miles on the struggle bus is my completely whackadoodle hormones. Blame being a girl right? That works at least one week out of the month, two if you reallyyyy know how to milk it.
Wait what was I talking about? Anyway I have spent many a night as of late clutching my build a bear and think I just want my Mommy, yes I am actually 12. Luckily for me I actually have the best Mommy ever, well most of the time. So I had a bit of a melt down last week when she and I got in a fight, during college when we fought I didn't give it much of a second thought, I mean I rant to my sisters, Mom gets over herself and I get my way (again most of the time.)
Butttt last week I hit with a sliding pitch from left field, I had no one to complain to about how awful my mother was. I mean in the real world you can't throw a tantrum because things don't go your way, storm out of the office and back to the sorority castle. Instead I had to, as Mom says, put my big girl panties on and deal with it. After a cup of coffee and a few minutes banging my head against the bathroom wall I had pulled myself together and finished a surprisingly productive work day. See who said I wasn't growing up?!
I guess what I'm trying to say is at some point in life we all have to grow up and handle things like an adult. There are individuals out there that instead of gaining their composure, choose to gain a few enemies as they do NOT handle difficult situations like an adult. Instead of hitting them up side the head with a book (which is tempting) you have to smile and nod while they loose their dignity. Instead I choose to make the high road, most of the time.
In the end who ends up looking like an idiot, well I guess that is relative to how cheesy your smile is, but they defiantly are a bit dumber looking. So once again my Mom was right, (but I'm so not telling her that) taking the high road is always the best course of action. Rather than tell her that after we made up I will just smile and nod the next time she acts like she wants to hit me up side the head with a book. Ironic right?
Love ya
PPD
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