When the road gets rough, the tough hit the road.
That's my story and I am sticking to it.
I've been told it is a bad habit: that when shit goes down, I bail. But the way I look at it, sometimes sticking around only makes things worse.
So, yeah, the other day, I started acting a fool. It's fucking embarrassing. Really. But because you all have come to expect "raw honesty" from me, I'm gonna tell you how lame I was.
But you can't laugh.
I started making a big deal about something that in the scope of love and life, is about the size of flea shit.
Got myself all in a tizzy over it; butthurt and pouty--knotted and unhinged.
And it was all over something on Facebook.
I told you.
Stop fucking laughing.
You all have done it. Don't judge.
K. Maybe you haven't.
So, I almost fuck up something really great in my life over social media, and in my complete and utter shame, I jumped in my car and headed for the hills.
If I slip out the back and take leave for a little while my head has a miraculous way of popping back out of my ass.
Thankfully, it did.
Right this minute.
Give me a second though, the mood could swing.