Run, run, run runaway...

 

 

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.

 

 

Promise?

 

 

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.

 

I am seeing and thinking and acting like a mature adult again. 

 

For today.

 

Right this minute.

 

Give me a second though, the mood could swing.

 

Namaste,

Shannan

 

 

Comments

[Phylllis Hoffman]

I don't know what was on Facebook that got under your skin....hope nothing I said!!!!!!I hope you had a great runaway....I love the photo's but you need to give your mom the heads up before you leave....Kind of sort of...would be nice to know if something happened...just sayin!

[Barb]

I've let those same kinds of things get to me, too...and I always seem to look back and wonder why I let something on Facebook or Twitter get under my skin so badly. Wonder why we do that? Eh, whatever the reason, it just goes to show that we're human so don't sweat it. :)
Peace & Love,
Barb