Do you ever…
…just get really pissed off at yourself for letting people walk all over you?
I don’t know why I do it. I really don’t. I could be angry at the people who are taking advantage, but I’m not. If I actually was a member of the vertebrate family, I wouldn’t have this problem.
So, why do I care? I really, truly do not know. Why do I hope that people aren’t angry with me? Again, no clue. Why do I continually bend over backwards for people who continually take advantage of me? Still no answer.
Well…I think I am done with my little rant. It has nothing to do with books or book bloggers. All of the bloggers I have come across so far have been extremely nice and helpful. But…what is the point of having a blog, if I can’t post my wee little rants, then why do I have it. It’s my blog I can post what I want. AH Ha…so that’s what not caring what other people think feels like…
I run my own business…and I probably shouldn’t. I hate dealing with the people. That came out wrong. I hate dealing with the people who try and take more than you are offering. Constantly trying to get more out of a situation. I always cave. I don’t know why. I don’t do it with my husband, or kids, or anyone close to me. So why do I let relative strangers make me feel this way. Grrrrrrrr.
If anyone finds a spare backbone lying around…can you please return it!?!?