Does it give you the sh*ts when facebook asks ‘what’s on your mind’? I don’t know that it ever did before but tonight, when was was really on my mind was:
Sailor Vee is pissed at the world because the company she lost is about to win at an awards dinner based on a nomination she wrote that took freaking hours in the days before she left – and she wasn’t invited.
But because my facebook is filled with my ex business partners, previous clients and the chatty inhabitants of the medieval village I dwell in, I instead posted about socks. Or laundry powder. Or something equally inane.
Why in this BS of a deal do I have to be the one who loses my identity and not say how I feel ever again? I guess the answer is that I don’t. I’m a free bird. I could post whatever I wanted all over the damn internet. But I haven’t. And probably won’t. Because at the end of the day, as mad/hurt/upset/angry/betrayed as I am – I was raised as a lady.
I don’t stoop.
I stand tall.
And I walk away.