You don’t know me

When you assume, you make an ass out of you and me. (Literally: ass-u-me.) I have always greatly appreciated this little saying. It’s perfectly witty and clever, and as an extra bonus, it’s perfectly true.

These days, I’m sick of people assuming when it concerns me. Not only are they making an ass out of themselves, but they’re dragging me along with them into the ass-y pool.

Over the past couple of weeks, I have received so many comments from people I love about how I “must hate the world.” I like to share my opinions, and though they aren’t always positive, I like to throw them out there. The problem is, nobody ever bites my bait. Everyone just seems to think that I abhor the world. Everything I say and everything I do supports this theory, apparently.  I will admit that I’m a little cynical and extremely critical, but that doesn’t mean I hate everything. People should just stop assuming that hating is all I do. I’m very opinionated and I can’t help but express those opinions, no matter how negative they may be.

I guess it just goes to show who knows me and who really a

I love life, I just don’t always like the people involved in mine. So, sometimes people should just stop assuming, because when they do about me, they are almost always wrong. They just make asses out of themselves and me when I sputter and try to defend my poor, “negative” little self. The people that assume are the people that only see me as the Emily I portray in school. Of course she’s going to be miserable; it’s school.

I guess this just goes to show who knows me and who really and truly does not.

I’m sorry…

I have found that though “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me” some people don’t live by that. Words hurt some people. Those who don’t live by what I live by get hurt whenever someone says something about them that is intentionally hurtful. I never really realized that because that wasn’t a problem for me. But now it’s my problem that words I say hurt people.

Sometimes when I’m joking around about something people take it too literally and then they are hurt by what I said. It doesn’t matter if I was joking, I still said it, right? I guess that’s how other people feel about what I say.

When I go off on a rant or a heated tangent I don’t think about what I’m saying. When I’m not ranting, I think before I speak. When I’m in full-on Rant Mode, you’d better watch out because mean things are going to erupt out of my stupid volcano of a mouth. I’m sorry if you were part of one of my rants. I’m sorry if I said something I didn’t mean. I’m sorry if I hurt you.