So… (have you ever noticed I start a rather large amount of sentences with this tiny word? It’s like the calm before the storm…)… I am a largely positive person. I believe the universe multiplies the energy you put out there and returns it to you, gift-wrapped. Multiplication karma let’s call it. I also, however, enjoy a healthy dose of humour and sarcasm in my daily life. And if I’m not laughing with you there’s a chance I’m laughing at you. Sorry not sorry.
I do try not to judge people though. Honestly, I love everyone. You and me could totally be BFFs. I don’t give a flying f….ortune cookie (see what I did there, Kozo?) that you are *insert random perceived unloveable thing about you here*. I care whether you are a kind, loving, ethical, basically intelligent person with a sense of humour…. (that enjoys Happy Hour… We meet at the pub. Be there.) I know this seems at odds with the previous paragraph, but what can I say? I’m complex. Just because I notice that you get morally outraged about wheat rather than an actual social injustice doesn’t mean I’m judging you for it. It just means I noticed. And perhaps wondered about it a little.
Now, the big bug-a-boo is that if I’m trying to be positive and love you regardless and take the high road when we have conflict, where, pray tell, is the fun in that? Where oh where does my sense of humour get to come out and play? SNL isn’t cutting it, I can tell you that much right now. Regardless of “my journey” or my “new mindset”, there will inevitably be situations that make me go…. hmmmm….. I want to ki__ (insert letters of your choice here, options vary…) you.
So,my question for y’all today is…