She gets so mad…

….when she can’t do what she wants. When it doesn’t go to plan. When she is trying a new thing and she doesn’t like the outcome; she’s so competitive, that’s the problem. Why does she have to be so competitive, I mean what’s that all about, why can’t she just be content with being shit? Perhaps she needs someone to beat the competitiveness out of her, make her see that life isn’t about winning, it’s about loosing.

Perhaps she needs to loose more. Looser.

Whatever…

Is my usual response when I’m pissed off and trying not to get riled. But I am really pissed off. 

“Whatever” I say in response to the cutting comment that someone (I care about) has just made to me. 

Except it hurts, it hurts like hell, why does it hurt so much when the person, people I love and hold dear make a cutting remark… 

you love me, don’t you? Why are you being a dick? Why are you saying something to hurt me. I’m fragile you know. But I’ll not let you know, no, “whatever…” you can’t hurt me… but you have. 

Stoac – I need to be stoac, I need to not let these comments frame how I feel – change perspective, perspective is everything. 

Look, they made that comment because of them, not because of you. It’s all about them. So, stop thinking that this is about you. Change your perspective. 

They are in a funk, not with you, with something else, I mean it could be you but even if it is, it’s not life n death. 

Buckle up buttercup….