negativity can be such a bummer

negativity begets more negativity

Some people don’t live with perpetual negativity. For instance, it dawned on me today some people don’t ever think about smothering anyone with a pillow. Ever. I know! It took me by surprise too. But they are out there. Multiplying. They are cheerful and have nice things to say about others. They don’t curse, even in their head. These negativity depleted souls have nice parents and clean children.

Moreover, they offer to carpool everyone else’s children to birthday parties. Their clothes fit. Also, the hem on their pants isn’t stapled in place. Likewise, they don’t think mean thoughts about the perennially-cute mommy at the playground.  Co-workers, even the shitty ones, rarely annoy them. They perform charity work and don’t complain bitterly about how much of a time-suck it is. I’m told they attend their children’s school activities, even the pointless ones. And they are cheerful upon waking. They are happy and they know it.

This guy, Jay Smooth, gets it:

just say no to negativity

I’ve been negative lately. Seriously, I have to say I’ve had about all I can take of myself. Is it normal to suddenly realize you can’t stand yourself one more second? Those hater voices keep telling me whatever I’m doing isn’t good enough. I’ve decided to turn over a new leaf and do what I know I have to do: live for today. No dwelling on the past. No worrying about the future.

This is my favorite time of year: fall! It’s the sanctioned time of the year when you can enjoy the mess. No one is judging my dead grass once the leaves start covering it. It gets dark earlier so I can’t see the dust build-up on my furniture as clearly. Plausible deniability. Instead of focusing on the fact that the same guy who I’ve met five times continues not to acknowledge me, I will be glad he didn’t spit on me. See! I’m half full, bitches! There is beauty in the change of season. Besides, I look hot in coats. It’s easier to hide muffin top in a sweater than a tankini. Be thankful. Often.

Don’t get me wrong. I can be really nice. Charming, in fact. It’s just that it doesn’t stop the mean inner monologue in my head that secretly hopes you are peaking. It’s all downhill for her now…

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  1. Jessica

    Oh this is so funny, I saw this link come through to my old post and had to click through to see what it is about. I promise I’m not all sunshine and roses, I’m just not a good swearer :).

    1. Jennifer McCoy

      Jessica- Thanks for checking me out! It was funny reading your post about cursing because I grew up in a similar household where bad words included “crap”, which my mother likened to “shit” and “kids”, which are related to goats, not children. You took the path of clean speak and my sister and I went the route of the sailor!

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