2016: Saying “NO” and Becoming Autistic
Well, 2015 is almost over and no one is happier to see it go then me. Its almost time for everyone’s “New Year, New Me” bullshit posts, and this year I might be participating. Although we are only crossing an imaginary line in time, I would easily say goodbye to the last few weeks regardless of it being a new year or not. I have very serious plans for 2016, the first being how to say “No.” I am that person in the self help books you read about. I am riddled with guilt when turning down a project that I have no desire to be a part of, I feel like I’m letting down friends if I say I’m too tired to go out. I am always more concerned with how the other person feels and not concerned enough about myself. It makes me really uncomfortable to say “no.” I’m talking nervous, awkward, guilty, crawling out of my skin uncomfortable. It’s gross and my biggest weakness, but no more. I’ll get hypnotized if I have to, but this will be the year of NO.
My other resolution for the coming year is to become a little bit autistic. My son is high functioning autism and I have a great admiration for his candidness and honesty. He doesn’t bat an eyelash when telling someone they have bad breath or that they’re being totally annoying. He gives no fucks. I want to be just like him. Now, if you’ve ever met my son, you know he is an extremely sensitive child. One night when I yelled at him to eat his dinner and told him about starving children in India who have nothing to eat he freaked out and started crying. The thought that there were people in the world with no food kept him up at night. His brutal honesty is not meant to hurt anyone, but in a weird way help them and help himself. No one wants to smell your stank breath or deal with your stupid behavior and you don’t want to embarrass yourself right? Its a win win situation. If I had bad breath or was being a psychotic, emotionally unstable lunatic, I would want to know. Sure it stings a little but thats just ego. Its our egos that get in the way and we take shit so personally. The more you let people slide with their bad behavior, the deeper their claws hook into your soul. Time to let people know about themselves, if they don’t want to hear, not my problem. Time to move on.
Well…I don’t know what the outcome of this entire apartment debacle will be, but I’m not going out without a fight. If my lawyer doesn’t nail this motherfucker to the wall upside down by his balls, then I will. I’ve been wracking my brain thinking options, all within the confines of the law of course. This morning I thought about hiring paid actors to protest outside the house (which he will try to rent again, even though the certified mold inspector and the resulting lab tests have confirmed the place is “UNINHABITABLE”). They could hold giant picket signs with the lab graphs showing the 7 different types of mold present. My other option is to report him to the city, which is free and the name of this blog is Poor Girl, so guess which one its gonna be. This situation has taken out a big withdrawal from my sanity savings account. I am house hopping, my son is with his dad most days now because I’m bouncing around (at least he’s in the lap of luxury) and I am riddled with anxiety and always looking over my shoulder to see if this nutcase is following me. Thank God this and 2015 is almost over. I am counting down the days like an inmate counts down to his release date. I am almost free.