You Prob'ly Think This Post Is About You, Don't You? Don't You?

A few years back, a male blogger whose attention I was entertaining, mistook something I wrote on my site as being a dig at him. As a result he called my phone at the ass-crack of dawn and demanded that I delete the post.

Umm, what?

Right.

First of all, I let him know in no uncertain terms that 1- it wasn't about his stupid ass and 2- even if it was about him it is MY site and he can't tell me what to write on it.

I bring up this old tale because I've recently noticed how butt-hurt people tend to get off of incidents that aren't even meant to be a slight against them. I'm guilty of this a lot, too, but I tend to keep that shit to myself. Why? Because most likely what I thought was about me isn't; it's just my vanity and insecurities and personal hang-ups jumping up and saying "hi."

See, we'd all like to think that we're so damn important that the whole world has nothing better to do than sit around and talk about us and judge everything we do and plot against us because they're hating. Let me clear this up for you, once and for all. No one gives two shits about you and what you're doing more than you do. People have their own miseries to worry about; why would they be concerned with yours? And even if they DO think about you, those thoughts probably only take up about 4.7% of what they're thinking about in a 24-hour period.

So if you see a blog post or tweet or Facebook update, or hear or read a comment, from someone you know that could possibly apply to you, take three steps back, have a smooth seat, and recognize that you are not that important to everyone else. Then proceed to let go and let god.

"...You may feel a slight sting. That's pride fucking with you. Fuck pride. Pride only hurts, it never helps." (c) Marsellus Wallace

Get it? Got it? GOOD.

*smooches...confirming that YES, this post is about you*
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now I shall sit back and see whose insecurities speak up first. muahahahaha!!