Polly McPositive

I'm really sick and tired of having a positive attitude. Generally, life is pretty good--but I'm really sick of a lot of things and I feel the need to explode a little.

Here are some of the things I'm most tired of:

I'm really tired of men giving credit to skinny girls for being skinny. I had a conversation today that just about made me want to tear my eyeballs out. There is this assumption that if you're skinny--you've worked hard to deserve such a blessing--and so skinny girls are somehow more deserving than girls who are not.

Having lived with girls of all sizes and shapes, I will tell you, we eat basically the same amounts of food. But when I overeat, I gain ten pounds. When they overeat, nothing happens. But somehow because they've worked so hard to keep themselves fit, they are more deserving.

This line of thought from men only serves to cause a larger riff between me and my skinny friends. I love my skinny friends. They're wonderful people, and they don't walk around thinking that they're better than me. So why must men say these things that make me want to rip their skinny little necks open!

Second point of gripe:

I'm tired of finding myself in a position where I must rethink my whole life plan--or better yet--come up with one. I'm sick of it. I just want to be able to be happy and pay all my bills on time. Such simple wishes!

Third:

Today a friend, we'll call him Spanky, talked about how he wants a girl who is passionate and artistic. No Spanky, you don't. You want a girl who is unavailable, uninterested, tall and skinny. Let's just call a spade a spade. Passionate and Artistic are such nice words, and could be used to describe lots of people.

Fourth:

I had a wonderful conversation with another friend tonight-- a boy-- about social responsibilities and the role that arts have in enriching communities. I loved it. I really enjoy spending time with this guy. But alas, I told this guy I liked him ages ago and he ran screaming like a little girl into the night. Tonight is the first time we've chatted in ages.

Fifth:

I'm desperately upset for a friend of mine who is facing marital woes because her husband is an asshole. I just want to drive down there tonight and kick him out for her, but I can't because I can't afford the gas money.

Suffice it to say, if I had a hammer--I would hammer his head right into the ground.

And this is me being Miss Polly McPositive!

Ciao bitches!