Sometimes I have to step away from the computer, or a conversation with someone, and take a deep breath. Reading too much holier than thou crap written online or listening to someone drone on and on about their oh-so-perfect life makes me want to do two things. First, vomit. Second, wonder if there is something inherently wrong with me, my relationship, my work, my LIFE because I don't have it all figured out.
Then I always remember that these people are lying to themselves.
For example, I was online the other day reading something that made me scratch my head. Some girl was writing about trust issues she was having in her relationship. For whatever reason, she was having a bad day and didn't trust her man. Dozens of comments rolled in condemning her for her f*cked up relationship. And they didn't stop there. Many gave page-long responses detailing their own relationships, what was wrong with her, and how they never distrusted their spouse.
Well, goody for you.
Maybe you are on mood elevators? Or maybe your spouse is a total loser and no one wants him but you? Or maybe you do have it all figured out?
My life is far from figured out.
But I'm glad I don't walk around all day telling people how screwed up they are because they have a moment of low self-esteem, a fit of rage for no reason, or oh dear me, they have a passing feeling of ill will toward their spouse.
I can't stand self-righteous bitches. Shut up and get in the real world.