Galina
First of all, I'm honest and straightforward.
I don't talk shit for the shock value. I don't pretend not to care for the sake of standing out. I don't pretend to care for the sake of fitting in. I don't play the devil's advocate for the sake of playing.
But I do talk. I make myself heard. I check my facts. I do question what I'm told. And if I happen to disagree with something, I'll speak up. I don't think disagreeing with people disqualifies you from an interaction and I don't believe that a debate should succumb to personal insults and attacks.
Oh, and I never back down!... Unless I've been proven wrong. Then I back down. But that person (the one that crushed my pedestal, or soap box, or whatever it is I might be standing on at the time of that conversation) is totally not invited to my birthday party. That person will miss the cake, the piñata, the party hats and everything... (I joke, I joke.) Not that I'm a fan of being shafted, but with years I've learned that I'm not perfect and I'm going to make mistakes. The best thing I can do is learn from them. The worst thing I can do is hold pointless grudges.
Second, if someone doesn't like me, well, good for him or her. Durp!
I don't live for the purpose of making myself liked. I don't live for the purpose of making improvements that Mr. and Mrs. Onebrainfitall think I should strive for, because they can't handle me.
Third, I don't measure myself, or the people around me, in terms of money. I don't need a thick stack of twenty dollar bills to prove myself worth... I can do that with a stack of ones. You know, ten one dollar bills will make your wallet look thicker than two fifties. I'm in Canada though and dollars here are in coins, so what I do is I drag a stash of ones with me at all times in a giant chest. Practical? No. Impressive? Very. Especially when I chain my treasure chest to the roof on my car- goes well with my rims made entirely of 2$ coins. 'Cause when I roll by, I want people to know I mean business... (I joke, again.)
Finally, I do have a kryptonite. The place where my heart used to be melts whenever I see a Black sheep Cockmonkey. That's how I stumbled on your site actually, while looking for one on Google... (No joke. I'm being totally, totally serial here.)
Country: Canada
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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