I am just going to have to start carrying around a steno pad or one of those little memo pads they use on Law & Order. Because all weekend long the husband and I had marvelous conversations that spurred great blog post ideas in me. Yet now that Monday is here I don’t remember any of them. Not a one. And so we’re stuck with this incredibly lame thing.
I want very much to write about what it is like to have mean people in your life, people who think it’s funny to tear you down and funny to pounce on any perceived weakness. I want to write about how it is to try to make something of yourself when that sort of tiger waits for you in the trees. But I can’t help but know that as soon as that person reads this they will once again do or say something mean in the guise of being funny.
It isn’t funny.
You shouldn’t have to live your life as if you are forever in Marine boot camp, with the drill sergeant breathing down your neck.