My Mom gave me some good advice.
"Some people can get away with being mean. You're not one of those people."
For a long time, I figured it was okay to be mean as long as I was witty while doing it.
After all, wasn't Dorothy Parker mean? Wasn't Cole Porter mean? Wasn't my dead Uncle Robert who always smoked long cigarettes and wore a monocle mean?
(Okay, maybe I imagined that last guy.)
It seems like some people can say nasty things and somehow manage to illicit laughs rather than punches in the face.
Before I started this project, it used to bother me that some people could say anything and get away unscathed, but I would make even slightly catty remark and get raked over the coals for it.
Now I sort of see it as a blessing. Being aware of the fact that I can't say whatever I want forces me to think about what I say.
Oh sure, it would be easier to get away with saying anything, but it would also let me get away with being a jerk, and let's face it, if you can get away with it, you're going to immerse yourself in it.
So no, I can't get away with being bitchy, but maybe that's just the Universe's way of making sure I turn out all right.
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