Read it again.
I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR YOUR BULLSHIT.
I do not have time to deal with your creepy note you left on my car, that now I don’t feel safe to leave my car parked in the drive way anymore.
I do not have time to formulate sentences to tell you it is not appropriate to send me half naked selfies that I NEVER asked for.
I do not have time to tell you again and again that I am not interested.
I do not have time to block you, change my profile to just half my face, and tell all of my friends and family to not tell you anything about me.
I do not have time to tell you to stop sending me drunk messages in the middle of the night.
I do not have time to build a friendship with you when all you’ve ever done is use me for your benefit.
I do not have time to chase after you to answer my calls and texts when I have one simple question.
I do not have time to worry about what fulanita did with perengito last Friday night.
You know why I don’t have time?
Because I barely have enough time to pitch editors so I can finally get published
Because I barely have enough time to finish studying for this ad words certification
Because I barely have enough time to reply to the BS response my state rep gave me about the presidential budget
Because I barely have enough time to fold the 3 loads of laundry I washed 3 days ago
Because I barely have enough time to eat my breakfast in the morning
You know what I did yesterday?
After spending all day making calls, answering the same questions over and over again and pretending I was happy to do it, I went home. Once I got home, I scarfed dinner down, forgot to take my vitamins again and took the kiddo to the park. After about an hour of play time and trying to figure out a way to get him in the car without a total meltdown, we went home. I washed little toes and little hands, barely wiped off my face, and fell asleep on the floor. AGAIN. I woke up at 3 am, turned off the night lamp and moved into my bed so I could sleep for another 2 hours before my alarm went off.
So let me repeat myself.
I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR YOUR BS.
Because outside of the mental work I already do every day to psych myself out I’m worried about:
My friend whose family member is sick
My friend who is looking to get back into the workforce
My friends and family that every day I worry if they’ll make it home safely
My friend whose not sure how she’s going to continue to support her family
I’m worried about my own ability to support my family
I’m worried about raising a little boy who isn’t angry at the world because he only has one parent around
Meanwhile I’m still trying to remember to eat, and sometimes exercise and get more than 5 hours of sleep a night.
So unless you’re aim is to help alleviate one of those worries, back 1000 spaces back.
Actually don’t. If I need someone to alleviate one of those worries, I’ll look for you.
BECAUSE I DO NOT HAVE THE MENTAL CAPACITY TO DEAL WITH YOU ANYMORE.