To misquote Dorothy Parker:
Bad friends pain you;
Families cause stress;
Careers drain you;
Orgies make mess;
Booze gives a migraine;
You get heartburn from spite;
Eating sweets causes weight gain;
You might as well write.
The antidote to being treated badly is to treat yourself like you’re worth something and prove the bastards wrong. At least this is my current working theory.
The last few years have not been kind, and neither have I. With each growing list of shitty people and shitty events I’ve watched the bad guys win, and by “bad guys” I mean me. I’m the bad guys, my less than charitable, less than tolerant, less than kind selves, like Republicans at a losing recount. I’m also the good guys, so… that’s a relief.
I’m suggesting that perhaps, when you’re not the first person you’d choose to spend time with, it’s time for a change. Throw out the job. Jettison the poisonous people. Clear out the closets. Do the thing you’ve always wanted to do anyway, because what the hell, what have you got to lose at this point?
Samuel Goldwyn once said, “Messages, messages. From Western Union you get messages. From me, you get a picture.”