Andy
Life is hard. Some of us learn this earlier then others. I learned it
at age six when my mother walked, leaving me with an alcoholic father. Guess
what, it didn't kill me. I have learned this lesson again and again over the
course of the last eight-teen years. But I still get up every morning, get
dressed and go to work. The harder life gets the harder I become. On the same
note, when life softens, so do I. Life is nothing without love.
I can not stand people who curl up and cry at the first sign of life being
unfair. I bear no love for those who refuse to try either. I do applaud those
who refuse to quit. I know there are those who have had worse lives than me.
Some of them whine and cry that because life dealt them such a bad hand everyone
else owes them an easy living. I have no use for these, though they do have my
pity. Then there are the ones I admire, the ones who work to overcome it and be
useful members of the human race.
Throughout my life I have had to work twice as hard to prove that I am half
as good as my male relatives. But that may have been one of the biggest favors
my family has ever done for me. It prepared me for getting a job, because now I
am working four times as hard to prove that I am as good as the rich, spineless,
worthless offspring of rich, spineless, worthless morons who got their money
only just this side of legal. And you know what, I'm proud of it. Because
eventually Daddy will cut them off and I will still be standing there with
the woman I love and the pride and honor that comes from knowing that I have
earned every thing I have, honestly.
I am not afraid to stand up for those who can not do so for themselves. I
don't like or tolerate bullies. Picking on someone smaller or weaker then you is
not cool, honorable or acceptable. As a lesbian from the lower classes I know
what it means to be persecuted. If I see it, I do my best to stop it. No one
deserves to be treated like they are worth less. I may not think much of
slackers, whiners or the just plain worthless, but I do have respect for their
religion, culture, thoughts and opinions. Even G.W. Bush deserves that much.
hmmm.... maybe.
Why am I a Heartless Bitch? I work hard, play hard, stand up for my self,
and others. I don't give up just because things get rough. I love my fiancée and
my dysfunctional family.
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