Some people just aren't like me...

I've been pondering for a few weeks now to start back up blogging. I have something on my mind today so this helps me get it out and in the most responsible and respectable way possible. Plus - I have a plan/goals that I want to put into action very soon and I'm hoping that blogging about it will help me remain accountable to follow through with this plan. :)

SO...first off I want to state that I am so very thankful to my parents today. I'm thankful that they raised me and my sisters to be respectful to others. That they are kind-hearted givers and never ask for anything in return. That they taught me to be a responsible person. So when I run across someone who is totally opposite of these traits, well, you know. I get mad. Really mad.

So instead of calling or emailing this person to tell them what I really think about them, I called my mom and told her about it instead. It's ok right? Right.

Because she let me say what I needed to say (or yell) and didn't fuel my fire too much (because she of course agrees with me!) and then after some light tears she basically told me that some people just aren't like me. They weren't raised like me. [I'm not claiming here that I'm perfect. I am FAR from it.] And then she told me to let it go. So I'm trying!

Actually, what stems from me getting mad really doesn't have much to do with me. The person who should be mad and bothered by it - simply isn't - because they were raised around (bite your tongue Erica - no bad words here)...people who do something for you and always expect something in return. They were raised around people who believe what they choose to believe instead of obtaining the truth. I'm so glad this person turned out nothing like "them".

So for now, I will remain mad, protective of my husband and son, and quiet. I will remain quiet. Because I was raised that way. And very proud of it.

Thanks for listening...

E