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A little extreme? Maybe so, but as I stated, it’s MY life not yours, the judging means nothing to me I will not let it any longer mean anything to me and my family, nope the possibility and probability of that are and will remain 0% as long as I breathe.
My graduate statistics and psychology prof Easto would have me draw you a chart and throw numbers into some fancy shmancy equation to prove my wacky theory I got going here and the 0% I’m throwing out there, should actually have +\~ 5% normal margin of error in most cases. Blah blah blah…
I could do exactly what Easto taught me, I know how, the statistics of this scenario would give you the possibilities of what can happen while the probability is the likelihood of it actually happening. All variables are measured and calculated. Now, if that math mumbo jumbo doesn’t make any sense, I sure can make it worse by adding fixed variable, factors, control groups, placebos, the list goes on and on. One way analysis of the variance, two way analysis of the variances or how about just MY way of analysis? Works for me! I can break it way down to address the big, fat, and giant hippopotamus in the room, but I’m not going to. Perhaps in my next lifetime, but not now. I tried once already and that one got blown to smithereens, not bloody likely that I will be doing that ever again. This truly comes down to this: the things you may want factored into my life, my answer is “No thank you, I’m not doing that, these are my life choices and you don’t get to vote, no opinion, no preference, not one damn thing I don’t want factored in shall be factored in, simple enough, the answer is an emphatic NO!”
If all that up there mskes no sense, either take a stats class, create your own theory and prove it or just accept that fact that you aren’t part of any calculation over here. The bridge ain’t burnt, the bridge just sailed away and is gone at this juncture. Not one of us will stand to be crucified by the likes of you. There is no rebuilding being done, I’m all set over here. I have no chips for that hand any longer. aces high, GAME OVER We make decisions individually and as a family over here and that doesn’t include you, you are not family by anyone’s standards, you aren’t even a friend, not by any means. How can I dare stand and say these things? Gosh, I’m just super mean, out for vengeance and a vindictive bitch you say? Is that it? All ya got? All done now?? Ok, got it, whatever you say fruity pebble, next question… What else do you need an answer to? Shit, I got plenty of answers for any question anyone poses. You may not like the answers too much, so prepare yourself or don’t even ask. Like I said, my life…I choose what’s in it and the bitch you say you see, welp honey, you created that fine hot mess for yourself so just deal with it or move the fuck along
Taking time to look back at all of it, Uh, damn straight it was well worth it. I didn’t ever really need to be convinced of that either, not then,and sure as hell not now. However, I shall not thank anyone for dragging me thru hell, that wasn’t fun at all. What it did show me is that I was strong enough to persevere through all this bullshit and fight my way out with my family intact, with us all stronger than ever. We continue to do so daily because you just gotta do what you gotta do sometimes and get shit done for yourself. I accidentally maliciously dumped your opinions of me and my beautiful family in the garbage disposal, whoopsy! I’m no stranger to working hard for what I want, that builds character my daddy says that all the time. I’m spoiled rotten? Why yes, I do get exactly what I want, but so do those around me, I figure you say it’s all materialist, of course you would, you don’t know me. Spoiled rotten I be!! Spoiled rotten with love, kindness, respect and understanding And a few materialistic things as well but not many. You say I am “Daddy’s little girl” trying to insult me?? Well hell yes I am a “daddy’s little girl” That is far from an insult because my Dad simply rocks and anyone who knows him agrees. So again, apparently you don’t know anything about me or my family. My daddy also says we get to call the shots in our own life, not one person should be allowed to do that for you. Many will try and if you let them, the repercussions are only on you. Take the rose colored glasses off sunshine and see where everyone is actually standing pushing and demanding you to go the wrong direction, it isn’t me nor any of mine so take a hard look at who is standing there.
My granny said to me once “you just got to know when to say when”, like when cream is being poured into your coffee, you must say when it’s enough. We must learn in life to say “when” this is the makings of a good start in imvestiing in your own happiness. There is not one person that can make you happy, it’s not their job, it’s your job so stop the whining and bitching, no one is actually listening to that boohockey anymore. It’s an inside job and it’s all you dear.
We can depend on everyone else til the cows come home, I wouldn’t suggest that because other people’s motives don’t usually agree with our own, even if it kinda looks the same, it’s not. People are tricky bastards like that. Decisions still need to be made by the individual so start making your own and stop letting others guide you amuck with their ulterior motives and delusional ideas. They don’t have your best interest at heart, hoping someday you realize that shit Sherlock.