Sometimes you hear of someone doing something. And on one hand you recognise that it is not the way to behave. In fact it has elements of seriously wrong. But you would do it in a heartbeat if you had the guts to lose your shit and behave like there are no consequences.
I know that every. single. one. of you. reading this knows how I feel. Because each of us has had that moment when there’s been that blind rage that threatens to override reason. I have said often on this blog that the only reason I’m not serving a life sentence somewhere is because of the stringent gun control laws in this country. Jokes people. Jokes. Maybe.
So, for example, just say someone pulled a dirty on a colleague of yours who does what you couldn’t do and is always nice to old people. And is kind and tolerant and so much more a compassionate on any given day than you can be in a lifetime.
Or, for example, someone is consistently trouble-making in a professional sense with your husband.
And, for example, a family member seems intent on being divisive and underhand but in the interests of peace you move forward silently. Even maturely.
Makes you want to grab them by the throat, slam them against a wall and say “you are aggravating me. I want to put my fist through your head”. Just like that.
To the person, who will probably never read this blog and who actually did it this week when pushed to the edge. Respect Sister. Respect. Because, one day when I grow a pair, I too will stand up to many wrongs and kick arse. And care nothing for the consequences. Because sometimes, the collateral damage is the person remaining silent. Absorbing the venom.
Love and light
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