But I have really strong feelings regarding people that use words to hide.
I hear people who bury themselves behind things like. “I had a really rough childhood.”
You know what? So did I.
There was the adoption/abandonment issue. There was the growing up Asian in a 99.9%-white-community-race thing. There was the bad-toucher that was part of my life far longer than bears saying.
I see people complaining about the crap that’s happened in their lives.
Really You wanna go there?
My fist stroke? Or how about when my baby got cancer. OH, there was that time I WAS IN A COMA. That would be the two strokes that left me handicapped. Only able to use one side. With double vision. Partial deafness. I have to type with one hand and my left hand at that.
And my cat got stitches in his butt.
Yeah, I get to win that one too.
It’s not that I don’t look at those around me and feel compassion for their pain. Cry for their loss. Weep for their struggle.
Each and every damn time.
It doesn’t matter if MINE is less or more than YOURS.
It hurts. That’s all that matters. Let it hurt. Let it ache. Let it sting like a sonofabitch.
But don’t use that THING as a reason.
Don’t let it be your excuse.
Don’t BE less. Don’t DARE less. Don’t ACHIEVE less.
Wipe your tears, get off your ass and do.