The more I hear, the more I think that I know who my real enemy is.
It's not my lovely self, as it was for a very long time. Nope, this time, it's apparently Everyone On Earth.
Because, as near as I can tell, Everyone On Earth has been sticking their noses, fingers, dicks, whatever appendages are available, into things which are none of their business. Meddling. Intervening. Impeding. Trespassing.
Everyone On Earth has had, I'm sure, my best interests at heart. Or at least their perceptions of what my best interests might be. But the thing that gets me is that Everyone On Earth has completely missed the mark about what those best interests really are. Everyone On Earth doesn't know me as well as they think they do. And Everyone On Earth doesn't know her at all, as near as I've been able to tell.
But for some reason, Everyone On Earth has suddenly started acting like some unholy offspring of Albert Einstein and Phil McGraw, thinking that they know everything and that they're qualified, nay, expected to dole out advice.
I want this to stop. I want it to stop immediately. I know that Everyone On Earth reads this blog, so I'm going to make this as clear as I possibly can.
Please. Stop. Fucking. Interfering. With. My. Personal. Life.
I fear that it's already too late. I'm afraid that the damage has already been done. If that's the case, then I hope that Everyone On Earth doesn't try to undo any of the damage that they've done. That would probably only make things worse. If worse is even possible. Which I doubt.