So... I heard Justin Bieber had a shitty birthday...
Me? It was wonderful.
This entire weekend was strangely amazing... I even won a raffle today (I only purchased one ticket). Do you know how many times I've "won" a raffle in my life? ZERO... well, one starting today.
There were only two snags:
1. I rolled my ankle Friday afternoon while doing some jumping jacks. I was riding such a high from the amazing day I was having, I didn't feel the pain. The pain didn't intensify until Saturday afternoon, when I did my usual morning jog accompanied by some HIIT. I then woke up this morning with the stiffest freakin' left ankle imaginable. I've spent the rest of the day trying to rest the damn foot.
2. Drama with my goddaughter. It's stupid. It was the ONLY negative blip the entire weekend. She tried being a little shithead, by not wishing me a happy birthday (though she "liked" a post I was tagged in... but what the fuck does that mean? NOTHING. She also had lunch with my sister... and my sister mentioned it was my birthday... so....), I reacted, and things got awkward.
I KNOW I say I don't give a shit about people wishing me a happy birthday... but I guess it's more of a case-by-case basis:
*I will slit my wrists the birthday my mom or sister forget.
*My brother I'm more lax on, because he is busy as all fucking hell... and he really isn't very observant... so, I don't get upset when it's 9PM the night of my birthday and I haven't heard from Mr. Rafa.
*My dad? HA! I'm SHOCKED when he REMEMBERS. I sort of panic, actually. This year he was consistent in wishing me a happy birthday the day AFTER (mind you, I had a frozen custard date with both my parents at work, immediately after leaving the gym. Dad was clueless, enjoying the banana split I bought him, as expected. I happily savored my blueberry frozen custard cone as I smiled at Daddy with my "You're a silly man... you adorable caveman" expression plastered across my face).
Aside from that, I usually base other's wishes on the way THEY treat birthdays. If they're chill and not very festive, I'm the same way. If they make fucking noise about their birthday for MONTHS in advance, I figure "Hey, maybe that fucking day is very fucking important to him/her."
My goddaughter? Fucking kid harps about her fucking birthday almost every day of the year... seriously. And when people forget? She flips, of course. So... I proceed to assume that acknowledging people's birthday is of upmost importance to her-- if she doesn't wish you a happy birthday, it's her biggest way of flipping you the bird.
She's spoiled, was born with a silver spoon, and everyone caters to her fucking "needs."
I don't.
I set her ass straight when she's being petulant, disrespectful, arrogant, self-centered, inconsiderate, and all those negative "attributes" spoiled kids tend to have. I'll be blunt and immediately let her know when she needs to start acting right.
She does not like this... and I had been doing this quite mercilessly these last few weeks... because she has been a total weasel.
Her typical, high-schooler response was to ignore me.
On my birthday, she was active on FB all day, as well as IG and Twitter... MULTIPLE times tweeting a couple of minutes after I had.
This. Pissed. Me. Off. (I'm human! This shit got under my skin after a few hours)
It was the ONLY thing to piss me off. It was that goddamn pebble in my shoe all weekend.
So I gave my sister a job: Next time you see Goddaughter, please do me the favor of letting her know she's dead to me. You will make my life if you put it like that-- "dead to me."
Want to act like I'm invisible? Dude! Well, no problem there! I'm HELL OF invisible! I mastered that shit in KINDERGARTEN. I can disappear form your radar for life, if that's what you'd like. Problem is, the person who makes ME invisible, I register as "dead" in my head, so I'm not tempted to talk to them or contact them in any way. So, please think this one through, badass.
This afternoon D sends me a text telling me she told the goddaughter, word for word, what I said, and that "she almost cried."
Good. Maybe that'll knock some fucking sense into her head and teach her she can't be such a cunt to people.
About an hour later I get a text from Goddaughter:
... yo, someone needs to tell this kid how invisibility works...Me? It was wonderful.
This entire weekend was strangely amazing... I even won a raffle today (I only purchased one ticket). Do you know how many times I've "won" a raffle in my life? ZERO... well, one starting today.
There were only two snags:
1. I rolled my ankle Friday afternoon while doing some jumping jacks. I was riding such a high from the amazing day I was having, I didn't feel the pain. The pain didn't intensify until Saturday afternoon, when I did my usual morning jog accompanied by some HIIT. I then woke up this morning with the stiffest freakin' left ankle imaginable. I've spent the rest of the day trying to rest the damn foot.
2. Drama with my goddaughter. It's stupid. It was the ONLY negative blip the entire weekend. She tried being a little shithead, by not wishing me a happy birthday (though she "liked" a post I was tagged in... but what the fuck does that mean? NOTHING. She also had lunch with my sister... and my sister mentioned it was my birthday... so....), I reacted, and things got awkward.
I KNOW I say I don't give a shit about people wishing me a happy birthday... but I guess it's more of a case-by-case basis:
*I will slit my wrists the birthday my mom or sister forget.
*My brother I'm more lax on, because he is busy as all fucking hell... and he really isn't very observant... so, I don't get upset when it's 9PM the night of my birthday and I haven't heard from Mr. Rafa.
*My dad? HA! I'm SHOCKED when he REMEMBERS. I sort of panic, actually. This year he was consistent in wishing me a happy birthday the day AFTER (mind you, I had a frozen custard date with both my parents at work, immediately after leaving the gym. Dad was clueless, enjoying the banana split I bought him, as expected. I happily savored my blueberry frozen custard cone as I smiled at Daddy with my "You're a silly man... you adorable caveman" expression plastered across my face).
Aside from that, I usually base other's wishes on the way THEY treat birthdays. If they're chill and not very festive, I'm the same way. If they make fucking noise about their birthday for MONTHS in advance, I figure "Hey, maybe that fucking day is very fucking important to him/her."
My goddaughter? Fucking kid harps about her fucking birthday almost every day of the year... seriously. And when people forget? She flips, of course. So... I proceed to assume that acknowledging people's birthday is of upmost importance to her-- if she doesn't wish you a happy birthday, it's her biggest way of flipping you the bird.
She's spoiled, was born with a silver spoon, and everyone caters to her fucking "needs."
I don't.
I set her ass straight when she's being petulant, disrespectful, arrogant, self-centered, inconsiderate, and all those negative "attributes" spoiled kids tend to have. I'll be blunt and immediately let her know when she needs to start acting right.
She does not like this... and I had been doing this quite mercilessly these last few weeks... because she has been a total weasel.
Her typical, high-schooler response was to ignore me.
On my birthday, she was active on FB all day, as well as IG and Twitter... MULTIPLE times tweeting a couple of minutes after I had.
This. Pissed. Me. Off. (I'm human! This shit got under my skin after a few hours)
It was the ONLY thing to piss me off. It was that goddamn pebble in my shoe all weekend.
So I gave my sister a job: Next time you see Goddaughter, please do me the favor of letting her know she's dead to me. You will make my life if you put it like that-- "dead to me."
Want to act like I'm invisible? Dude! Well, no problem there! I'm HELL OF invisible! I mastered that shit in KINDERGARTEN. I can disappear form your radar for life, if that's what you'd like. Problem is, the person who makes ME invisible, I register as "dead" in my head, so I'm not tempted to talk to them or contact them in any way. So, please think this one through, badass.
This afternoon D sends me a text telling me she told the goddaughter, word for word, what I said, and that "she almost cried."
Good. Maybe that'll knock some fucking sense into her head and teach her she can't be such a cunt to people.
About an hour later I get a text from Goddaughter:
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| Notice how grammar is on point? That's thanks to me. You're welcome, America. |
Can anyone else pick up on the ridiculous sense of entitlement this girl has? The audacity? It also seems like she does this a lot-- apologize.
Can't take the heat? Get the fuck out the kitchen.
Can't own up to your behavior when called out? Then don't play fucking little games, bro... especially with someone who has been handling it for over two decades.
You have to learn actions have consequences... and some people out there will have no problem rubbing your nose in your shit.
Man.
S-OHHHHH!
I DID have an incredible weekend. My birthday was beautifully pleasant. I laughed, I smiled, I danced, I ran, I got injured, I played with numerous animals, I WON A RAFFLE, I ate delicious food, I hugged people, I kissed people, I drove fast, I listened to loud music, I skyped people... dude! I fucking SMILED! I even booked a flight to the bay for St. Patrick's Day weekend. I was on cloud nine. Shit, JC even reverted to his old ways and woke me up with a phone call where he sang "Happy Birthday" to me. It was like old times...
Some day I'll make things PERFECT.
This year, the goal came very freakishly close.
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