Do What You Gotta Do!

To piggy-back on the last entry, I'd like to continue along a similar vein. One of my daughter's roommates last year said this all the time, or so I've heard. And you know what? I like it. A whole lot. It applies to your entire life, everything you say and do. Not just your life, but everyone's around you. It implies a certain degree of respect for the choices and decisions of others, don't you agree? Not that it matters. See what I did there? I'm forcing you to be on the side of the live and let live. Your opinion, while valuable to you, means nothing to me and the way I see or do things. So many hang their whole day on what others think of them. Why is this? What drives this way of thinking? Did someone hold you down as a child and tell you that your ideas meant shit and that the only thing that mattered was what the world saw? Are you so weak-minded that you care? Loads of questions and I know your tiny, thought-challenged brain needs time to process it all.

Let's begin with attempting to be judgement-free. I know what you're going to say, and let me stop you there. First, suck my ass, sack-licker. I make observations about what I see, what I hear, what I read. Mere observations. You may not agree with them, you may not like them. That's perfectly fine with me. I don't live to please you. Judgement-free. You shouldn't care about my observations except to see if you've also noticed the same thing. Taking this a step further, if someone wants to wear mismatched socks on a Friday, cool. Why should you care? They are the owners of those feet. Should I want another tattoo, does it mark up your body or mine? Unless I drag you down to the shop with me and force you to get a matching one, it's on me. And since I'm a grown-ass woman, I get to make those kind of choices for myself, knowing it affects only me and me alone. Gay marriage, boxers vs briefs, vegan vs omnivore...it's all up to the individual. You are against gay marriage? Don't marry a gay person. My drawers and the drawers of the nation are a very personal choice and it sure as hell ain't up to you to pick them. Yes, you must kill an animal to eat meat. Yes, I said kill. In the jungle of life, there's survival of the fittest. Should you want to eat sprouts and tofu, have at it. Doesn't affect my dinner. Are you getting this yet?

People who genuinely care about what others think make me bat-shit crazy. Why does the opinion of someone that doesn't even live in your house, pay your bills, or sleep in your bed matter so fucking much? How many live rent-free in your head? Do they at least do laundry? Oh, I can't wear that to the supermarket, what if Janey JunkSucker is there and sees me? I shouldn't say that out loud, what if Marty McMoron hears me and tells someone else? If I post this on Facebook, will it offend Betty Bitchface? Why the fuck do you care? Does their opinion pay your mortgage? Will your life change in any significant way if they frown upon something you've said or done? The answer, in case you hadn't a clue, is a resounding FUCK NO. Nothing they think changes you, your life, who you are, or your place in this world. If you can still wake up in the morning, take a shit, go to work, and live your life...their opinion has had zero affect on you. And it shouldn't.

The media can cause a serious amount of self-doubt, particularly in females. Of this I am painfully aware. Photoshopped stars staring at us, daring us to look the way we do. Challenging us to try to be happy with our appearance as we gaze into the faces of supposed perfection. I'll let you in on a secret. Even the stars don't look like that. They've been airbrushed, photoshopped, slathered with a shit ton of makeup by a professional, dressed for the occasion by yet another pro...come on, did you really believe the hype? There seems to be the opinion, as shoveled down our throats by TV, movies, and print media that women need to be startlingly skinny in order to be attractive. Really? Who says? We've gone over this bit of bullshit before. Sexy is not skin and bones. Curves, lush and soft...now that screams sex appeal. Don't let the ridiculousness of what Hollywood and a bunch of ugly men are trying to do to your ego. If you look in the mirror and like what you see, that is all that matters.

I propose we start doing what we like simply because we like it. No other reason. No ulterior motives. Just to make us happy. There's no law that says we can't. Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. These are our rights in this country. Why shouldn't we exercise them? If I like to dress up one day and wear a concert tee and ripped jeans the next, am I hurting anyone? Some people like to laugh loudly when they hear something funny. Go crazy, motherfucker! Enjoy that joke from your guts out. You listen to country/classical/ghetto rap/polka? Roll your car windows down and blast that shit without apology. Eat that PB&J with the crusts cut off at lunch and laugh at your salad-eating co-workers.  Put that Hello Kitty/IronMan phone case on your Galaxy S5 and answer that phone like a boss when your Scooby-Doo ringtone beckons. Do what you gotta do, and do it with style! I know I will. Do you think I give a flying rat's ass what you think of me? Are you friggin kidding me right now???