You're Mean!

Two men have called me "mean" last week and for like two seconds it bothered me. That is, until I realized what "mean" meant for them.

Mean, as I have come to understand it means, "you will not give me what I want, when I want it and how I want it so I am going to throw a tantrum and call you a soft derogatory name... only soft because maybe I can still manipulate you into giving me what I want."

And to that I say, "Kick rocks!" As a friend told me, "I do not negotiate with terrorists" when speaking of her child throwing tantrums. It's not that important to me. I am going to stay true to who I am. I don't tell people no because I want to be mean, but because I am not going to compromise myself, my values or my integrity for some nappy-headed, dirty boy. It's just not going to happen.

In other words.... Call me me if you want to. "I really don't care. Do U?" (reference: Melania Trump's coat... never her... just the coat)