Don’t You Hate it When People Lie…On You?

I now know why people say they don’t care what others think of them, because if they did…a ratty T-shirt, sweat pants, knee socks (yes, even with sweat pants), an oversized sweater, matted hair, etc. would be their daily uniform; and a bed would be their permanent office space.

It’s days like this that I miss the Boondocks, channeling my inner-Granddad, snapping my fingers, and saying, “Huey, say something inspirational.” And he would… (*in the Huey voice; Regina King, you are awesome!) “If you care enough, you’ll find a way; if you don’t, you’ll find an excuse”–slightly misquoted from a quote I saw on Facebook this morning, so if it’s yours, all attribution to you.

And what I am extremely tired of, even immensely jaded by, is the excuses and the blaming of individuals’ inadequacies on others, to the point where people will disregard their sense of morality (ha, I am erroneously assuming that they have it), and BOLDFACE LIE on you…and this is where I get pissed (mind you, I stay away from “strong” language though I don’t have to in my day-to-day; it’s a respect thing for my wide-ranging audience, but you all will have to excuse me–I beg your pardon in advance–it’s ONE OF THOSE DAYS).

Unfortunately, reviews by people who don’t have the knowledge, tact, candor, professionalism, experience, competency, mindset, skill set, social awareness–not even Monica Breedlove (if you’ve seen the Bad Seed, you get the reference; if not, watch it…Patty McCormack still gives me the creeps) amateur analytics–are a part of my “professional” currency/worth, which is fine…well, it would be if passive aggressive, self-indulgent, “give me, give me” because I don’t know the meaning of the word “earn,” immature (supposed to be “adults” but are really children masquerading as adults), lazy, neurotic, substance-abusing, cheating, curmudgeonly ___________(if you know of similar individuals, you can fill in the blank with whatever noun you think is appropriate) were not a part of the package.

So this is my, and anyone else who is, or has been, in my shoes, opportunity to vent and tell YOU all about yourselves…and the best thing about it–I dish the NAKED TRUTH and NOT “COVERED UP” LIES (Matthews, 2016).

To all you know-it-alls, unless you work for yourself (trust me, if you have the work ethic I see on the daily, then your business won’t last for long), not being on time, missing work, not following directions, messing up even after being given ample opportunities to rectify your mistakes, telling people what “you didn’t know” and “you didn’t tell me that,” or “I don’t remember you telling me that” when there is proof that you were told what you said you weren’t, and still feel like you’re entitled to some reward after your million-dollar fuck-ups, I have four words for you: GROW. THE. FUCK. UP.

You’re going to find yourself jumping from job to job, industry to industry, and being overlooked for advancement in your company, because everything that goes wrong with you is always, always someone else’s fault and never yours.

I OWN who I am. I don’t have a perfectionism complex, but I do expect people’s best, especially when I’m doing more than what’s required of me to ensure that you achieve your best. I don’t think there is anything that’s “normal”–just things that we expect to happen because it generally, historically, has unfolded in that way. I don’t think one way or the other about people and their preferences–unless it’s harmful to them and others.

I operate in a genderless paradigm, sometimes colorless–if it can be helped (people just love telling you what they think you are)–which means I can see through sexist and racist rhetoric as clearly as Alice Through a Looking Glass.

“Sass” is not a term anyone would use for “red-blooded” male with a no-nonsense attitude, especially not an Anglo-Saxon one (of course, I am being intentionally stereotypical; too bad others–too many–actually believe the hype); yeah, people may talk shit about him, call him a dick, maybe, or an asshole, but they will respect him, shovel his shit, and eat it, but allow his “traditional gender” counter-part to do the same…oh, she’s Joan Crawford in Mommie Dearest… wire hanger scene day in and day out.

*Shaking my head in disgust…

I will end with this…while men may be known to tell more lies, women have more lies told on them.