It’s been (passively agressively) called to my attention that I’m a bitch.
Maybe I am. But I’m not going to lie. I’m perfectly okay with that description. Before y’all get all riled up, I’m not gonna get all “let’s be empowered to call each other bitches” on you, because it’s not the point.
The point is that sometimes, people do things and don’t expect that I will call you on it.
Or I don’t react how you thought I was going to react.
Sometimes, I say what I REALLY MEAN, instead of what you thought I was going to say.
Occasionally, my opinion is not your opinion.
That’s not to say that I am the kind of person who will get ALL IN YOUR FACE with my opinions (but, this *is* my blog. This is one place where I am allowed to be as opinionated as I want). I’m not. Usually. I tend to take things comfortably in stride. Because THAT is really the kind of person I am. I’m not aggressive, unless I think that the occasion calls for it.
That being said. I’m not PASSIVE either. You don’t get to decide what I’m going to do or where I’m going to do it, unless
a) I don’t really have an opinion.
b) I am in the minority (majority rules when you go out in groups y’all.)
c) I wanted to that anyways.
d) You’re paying.
I am also not the person who is going to let people treat or talk to me any old kinda way. That goes from stranger on the street to the woman who gave birth to me (although, she’s got some privelege, yo. That’s my mama).
I like to think of myself as being somewhere in the middle between doormat and aggressively obnoxious asshole.
HOWEVER. If you act like a complete asshole, please do not be surprised if I respond in a manner befitting your completely obnoxious behavior.
And if that makes me a bitch to you? I guess you’ll just have to deal with it.