But as I sit here trying to enjoy a sandwich that I intentionally bought to cheer me up.. I suddenly have the urge to vent.. This should really follow up with a new sketch..
I love my friends, I really do. But I don't know if you're friends make you feel like a dumb blonde or talk over you like you don't know any better. So lets give him advice and maybe he will learn like a good boy!
I know how Iam and what Iam like. And Iam perfectly happy with it. The way I talk or say things and do things.. I'm comfortable with it. But I guess if I don't make sense or if I come off air headed or simple looking its not good enough for people..that's when the advice come in like the uninvited Kool-aid guy through the wall in the house.
It's all about tact to some people..looking and sounding like you have purpose and intention and doing things proper.
Good for them. But you have your own ways and they work out and you're not hurting anyone.. Should it really matter what others say? You don't have to take their advice... You can pass it up like the flyers they pass on the street.. Or the Jehovah's Witness you open the door to on accident.. Just smile and agree. That way they think they improved you or did you a favor and when they stop or leave you can continue doing things your way.
Because if your way makes you happy and it's working out for you..anything anyone else says is exactly what they... Just words