T.H. Oughts
Oh the thoughts of Oughts
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What I would really like to say to them because they keep repeating the same old shit:
I’m having one of those days where I just wanna be someone else. Why?
Saturday I went to buy food for the family.. I get stopped in the market. A woman says to me, "I love the articles you write for XYZ magazine, I bet you have a lovely house. I never expected to see you wearing a sweatshirt and jeans"….. I wanna yell at her. "I write articles about other peoples homes, not mine. It’s Saturday honey.. what do you want, business suit and pearls !!"
I get an email saying, "I wish I could juggle a career and family like you do, you seem to have life sorted"… I wanna yell at her. "You didn’t hear me yell at the kids yesterday when they spilt drinks on the carpet for the third time and I bet you get to take two days off in a row and never have to think about work!!!!"
Then there was the woman at the bookshop who ignored the customer standing in front of me and went to serve me first saying to the other person, "You don’t mind if I serve Mrs XYZ first, she is one of our special customers." I wanna yell at the shop assistant, "Look honey I pee sitting down just like you." But I don’t, I just say, "No this lady was here first, serve her." I get embarrassed when that happens.
I get tired of people who buy my books and view my art work and say.. "Oh you are so talented." I wanna yell…""You put fucking years into research and development and you too could put out some great stuff… You think I woke up one morning and it just happened, you know I can spell for shit ! "
A lady rings me from the USA a few months ago, she says that she has all my books and could she send them to me to autograph them for her. Just joking I said sure, that with cost you $50.00 for the autograph, plus extra for the postage back to her. The silly thing agreed and started to give me her credit card number, lol. I told her I was only joking about charging for my name scrawled on paper. She said she did not mind as it was worth it… who the fuck does lady think I am… I did not part any sea or walk on it !!!!!!
I know these people and all the others that stop me in the street, email me, write me letters are nice people, but they have me somewhere that feels like the walls are caving in sometimes. I try to be the person who is down to earth and approachable to all, but why do people stare when I go shopping, why do they ask the waiter what I’m drinking when I’m sitting at the next table from them. Why the hell do they want a photo of me standing next to them?
Sorry if I sound unappreciative of what I have as some people dream of it. But I seem to have built this wonderful monster that some days chokes me. I did not ask for any of the nice things people write or say about me.. I just have a passion for writing and art and I want to spend my time doing it. Just because I put it out there does not mean I expect to be… I don’t know what I expect…… just maybe to be able to relax bit more.
So why have I written all this. Because here I can be me, I don’t have to be what people expect of me. Look.. I can say the word Fuck four times *Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck* and you guys don’t really give a damn. I can tell you that yes I’m a married woman, but I long to lick pussy also and you guys don’t give a damn………
*she sits back in her chair and thinks," well I don’t know what writing that accomplished, but it felt good getting it out.*
Thanks for reading and letting me rant…. So what’s in your life you can’t express because people would think you ungrateful or not what society expects of you.
I’m having one of those days where I just wanna be someone else. Why?
Saturday I went to buy food for the family.. I get stopped in the market. A woman says to me, "I love the articles you write for XYZ magazine, I bet you have a lovely house. I never expected to see you wearing a sweatshirt and jeans"….. I wanna yell at her. "I write articles about other peoples homes, not mine. It’s Saturday honey.. what do you want, business suit and pearls !!"
I get an email saying, "I wish I could juggle a career and family like you do, you seem to have life sorted"… I wanna yell at her. "You didn’t hear me yell at the kids yesterday when they spilt drinks on the carpet for the third time and I bet you get to take two days off in a row and never have to think about work!!!!"
Then there was the woman at the bookshop who ignored the customer standing in front of me and went to serve me first saying to the other person, "You don’t mind if I serve Mrs XYZ first, she is one of our special customers." I wanna yell at the shop assistant, "Look honey I pee sitting down just like you." But I don’t, I just say, "No this lady was here first, serve her." I get embarrassed when that happens.
I get tired of people who buy my books and view my art work and say.. "Oh you are so talented." I wanna yell…""You put fucking years into research and development and you too could put out some great stuff… You think I woke up one morning and it just happened, you know I can spell for shit ! "
A lady rings me from the USA a few months ago, she says that she has all my books and could she send them to me to autograph them for her. Just joking I said sure, that with cost you $50.00 for the autograph, plus extra for the postage back to her. The silly thing agreed and started to give me her credit card number, lol. I told her I was only joking about charging for my name scrawled on paper. She said she did not mind as it was worth it… who the fuck does lady think I am… I did not part any sea or walk on it !!!!!!
I know these people and all the others that stop me in the street, email me, write me letters are nice people, but they have me somewhere that feels like the walls are caving in sometimes. I try to be the person who is down to earth and approachable to all, but why do people stare when I go shopping, why do they ask the waiter what I’m drinking when I’m sitting at the next table from them. Why the hell do they want a photo of me standing next to them?
Sorry if I sound unappreciative of what I have as some people dream of it. But I seem to have built this wonderful monster that some days chokes me. I did not ask for any of the nice things people write or say about me.. I just have a passion for writing and art and I want to spend my time doing it. Just because I put it out there does not mean I expect to be… I don’t know what I expect…… just maybe to be able to relax bit more.
So why have I written all this. Because here I can be me, I don’t have to be what people expect of me. Look.. I can say the word Fuck four times *Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck* and you guys don’t really give a damn. I can tell you that yes I’m a married woman, but I long to lick pussy also and you guys don’t give a damn………
*she sits back in her chair and thinks," well I don’t know what writing that accomplished, but it felt good getting it out.*
Thanks for reading and letting me rant…. So what’s in your life you can’t express because people would think you ungrateful or not what society expects of you.
