It IS all about ME!
I dare any of you to deny it. I don't care how many of you declare that your family/kids/husband/dog/friends blah, blah, blah, come first, you are full of shit.
We are individuals. We journey into this world alone and we leave it alone. It's all about survival. We are biological entities whose main interest is survival above all else. Of course I love my husband and kids; I love them more than anything. I would gladly take a bullet for any of them without a second thought.
But my husband has this irritating habit of frequently stating "It's not all about you, you know". I usually take this bit of criticism, flip him the bird (in my mind) and humbly acknowledge that nothing is about me at all and how could I be so selfish as to consider my self interests at all.
So today I snapped.
When did my Person Card expire? When I got married? When I had children? When I was born a girl in the first place?
Ok, maybe I'm a bit of a navel gazer. I'm not above admitting that I am inherently flawed. But let's put it this way-they don't tell you to put that oxygen mask on your face first, before attempting to help anyone else, just for the sake of pre-flight entertainment.
How many women do you know that have taken this martyrdom to heart and have become haggard, irritable, stressed-out shells of their former selves? Are they honestly better wives, mothers, daughters, or friends because they have relegated their needs to the bottom rung of the ladder?
I don't know, ask their husbands and kids but make sure thebiotch ever-suffering mom isn't around or at least make sure to hide potential weapons first.
I had a mom like this; she had a mom like this. I have friends, relatives and neighbors like this. It's not pretty. It's exhausting, exasperating and frankly fucking idiotic.
If I've learned anything about life since I entered my 40's it's this...it's every man for him/herself!
Put on that oxygen mask ladies, your loved ones will thank you and will probably stop hiding the knives.
We are individuals. We journey into this world alone and we leave it alone. It's all about survival. We are biological entities whose main interest is survival above all else. Of course I love my husband and kids; I love them more than anything. I would gladly take a bullet for any of them without a second thought.
But my husband has this irritating habit of frequently stating "It's not all about you, you know". I usually take this bit of criticism, flip him the bird (in my mind) and humbly acknowledge that nothing is about me at all and how could I be so selfish as to consider my self interests at all.
So today I snapped.
When did my Person Card expire? When I got married? When I had children? When I was born a girl in the first place?
Ok, maybe I'm a bit of a navel gazer. I'm not above admitting that I am inherently flawed. But let's put it this way-they don't tell you to put that oxygen mask on your face first, before attempting to help anyone else, just for the sake of pre-flight entertainment.
How many women do you know that have taken this martyrdom to heart and have become haggard, irritable, stressed-out shells of their former selves? Are they honestly better wives, mothers, daughters, or friends because they have relegated their needs to the bottom rung of the ladder?
I don't know, ask their husbands and kids but make sure the
I had a mom like this; she had a mom like this. I have friends, relatives and neighbors like this. It's not pretty. It's exhausting, exasperating and frankly fucking idiotic.
If I've learned anything about life since I entered my 40's it's this...it's every man for him/herself!
Put on that oxygen mask ladies, your loved ones will thank you and will probably stop hiding the knives.
Comments
if you could hear me i'd be yelling "fu*king eh, sister!".
but you can't so whatever.
i'll just give you a good ol' right on!
andy
It's like this, "If momma ain't happy, ain't NObody happy."
When will they understand this??!
I'm having MY annual girls weekend away next month and am having to hear all about "the economy" and "people are giving up their luxuries". Fuck that!! When was my sanity a luxury? Oh yeah, before the Lorena Bobbit story broke years ago {talk about knife wielding at it's finest} :)
You go, Jackie!!
xoxo ~Lisa
Props! Witty, clever and well written post! I enjoyed myself.
My wife and I share the daycare duties for our three kids.
The days I'm ON....(which basically means, I'm a husk by the time my wife gets home at 5:30pm).....are the days I just nod my head to her as I walk out the door to recapture some of myself I lost that day. If you don't feel whole, it's tough to give to others, even the people we love the most.
Sidenote: That's how my coffee addiction started, but for another time.
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Just wanted to thank you for your thoughtful comment on Jackass/Jello.
Looking forward to reading more!