Monday, August 20, 2012

Would your momma be proud?

After a long and tedious week, I’m glad to be back home in the great state of Texas.  Last week, I traveled out of state to the "Heart of America" for a business trip.  I loved being lazy, in the hotel, at night and not having to pick up after myself.  Best part was come 5 o’clock, I had the whole night to myself and didn’t have a care in the world. However, being on the road can get lonely, and I don’t know how people do it, week after week.  But I will admit the best part of my trip, was coming home after 9 hours of traveling to be greeted at the front door by my fuzzy creatures.  I have a Jack-Russell Terrier and a Lynch/Maine Coon Mix kitten… let’s just the say, they are the best things in my life. 
Having pets, in my opinion, is the best thing you can do for yourself.  They always put me in a good mood, keep my stress level to a minimum (until they get into trouble and play with something they shouldn’t of), and they keep my grounded.  They rely on me for everything.  I still don’t understand how some people do not like animals.  I am such an animal person, and would do anything for them.  But anyways, the best part about having pets is that they accept you for who you are.  There is an unconditional love if you treat them right.  They don’t care about what you drive, what you wear, or where you live.  You treat them right and give them a good home and they are most loyal companion in the whole world…
Now that you are on your feet as to where I’m going with this story… I recently got burned by someone who I trusted.  I hate when you treat someone with respect, and they take advantage of the situation.  I’m one of those people where I am your best friend, until you screw up and screw me over.  I’ll give you a onetime screw up, just like the saying “Fool me once, shame on you… Fool me twice, shame on me”.  I’ve been burned in the past by people whom I trusted.  But the thing I hate about being burned by someone in the South.  That's because I can' just cut ties... you still need to keep face with them.  I’m not a fake person; I will give it you straight up, no sugar coating. However, when I do this, I usually tend to be called all sorts of names (rhyming with witch). 
What I truly miss about the North is that when you didn’t like someone, you just ignored them and no harm was done.  Most eople are not fake nice (nice to your face and the talk smack about you behind your back the first chance they get)… Most people are just obsessed with themselves and forget about you.
I just don’t understand why the norm in the south is to be warm and kind to everyone, when that’s not the case.  People are caddy up north, but MAN are people brutal in the south.  One minute someone can be your best friend, and as soon as you leave the room, man are they ripping you a new one, and talking about you like you stole their husband.
If I can learn anything from my pets, it’s be who you are.  If people treat you the right way, then “love” them, if not, so be it.  Brush it off and move on! Don’t harp on it and don’t stab people in the back. It all goes back to the saying my mother drilled in my head “Treat people the way you want to be treated.”  I love Southern hospitality… there is teruly some sincere kindness that exists down here.  I like how men are men and they hold the door for you, but let’s be honest, are you really going to genuinely like everyone you meet?
Think of it this way… if your momma knew what you were doing, would she be proud?

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