On the Rocks

     Would you rather have your favorite beverage on the rocks or a relationship on the rocks?  I would rather have a drink personally.  Dealing with some people requires a drink, and quite a stiff one at that.  Better to be numbed by the glorious effects of alcohol than deal with their venom completely sober.  Relationships on the rocks are just a pain in my a$$ that I would rather not deal with. I have no time for them.  Get along or get out of my life, which is my motto. 

     Some people who shall remain nameless live to stir the $hit and love nothing better than to ruin the holidays with their drama.  What do they get out of it?  Are they looking for attention?  All they get when they involve me in such activity is left to stew in their hatred and discontent alone.  I have no intention of rewarding such behavior with my presence or subjecting my family to it.  The irony is, when you refuse to play along…the instigator ends up ruining their own parade in the end.

       People that pull that crap with me honestly don’t get far.  I hate people who are two faced, and while I love nothing better than giving someone the benefit of the doubt; some people don’t deserve the pleasure.  I have found in my life that people that are given the benefit of the doubt invariably prove they didn’t deserve it in the first place.  They stir the $hit once again.  Why?   In my mind, when everything is rosy and everyone is getting along someone who stirs the $hit is screaming for attention.  Look at me! Look at me!  Come over to my house so we can have World War 3 because I like to! Let’s make this a holiday to remember!!  Then they can’t understand why no one shows up.   No matter how hard you try to get along with a person like this, you will always fail.  They can not be trusted, and I kick myself hard for being stupid enough to give this person the benefit of the doubt, AGAIN.  What was I thinking?

        For the record, I pride myself on telling it just how it is.  I don’t like liars, and I don’t play games.  I am me, take me or leave me.  I would rather live in a world with no chaos, happiness, rainbows, and fanciful unicorns hopping about than get involved in mortal combat with some idiot craving attention.  It is just the way I am.  Someone who makes up lies about you is not on your side, and will never be your friend.  Your relationship is on the rocks and will forever stay that way.

         For better or worse I tend to cut poisonous people out of my life after giving them more chances than they deserve.  I avoid people like that like the plague.  I don’t understand their viciousness and have no tolerance for the evil that lives within them.  For obvious reasons, I don’t want people like this for company and I sure as hell don’t want my husband or children anywhere near people like this either.  It leaves me with a small circle of trusted companions who I love dearly and will go through the fire for.  Life is entirely too short to fill it with people who get their jollies making others miserable.   Ever noticed how the person pointing fingers screaming liar, liar is the biggest one of all?  

     The same person will show the rest of the world an entirely different face designed to garner sympathy much like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.    It is funny how that venom ricochets back like a cursed boomerang.  As they say fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me.   If you can’t handle yourself any better than that then our relationship will remain on the rocks, I will learn not to trust you, and see you for the unstable psychopath you are  until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.