I have come to discover that there are people in my life that I just don’t like. Why? Because they are judge-y little pr*cks. That’s why.
Like, if I am living my life and doing my own thing, what does it matter to you what I do? I just don’t understand.
If I am going out and making a fool of myself in a safe and funny way that doesn’t embarrass me, why should it embarrass you? Don’t belittle me. Don’t try to make me feel poorly just because you take it on yourself to have a sh*t time and be a wet blanket, don’t drag me down with you.
I am a firm believer of: if you can’t handle me at my worst, you don’t deserve me at my best.
And I don’t even consider my “going out” persona to be “my worst.” She’s just a little bit crazy and tons of fun. But if you can’t hang, GTFO.