FUCK YOU COUNTRY BOY

I know it’s Saturday…but I’ve got a big ‘ole WHAT THE FUCK for ya today.

I’m sitting at work having a casual conversation with a co-worker talking about my career and what I want to do with my life. Well, this guy looks at me and says "you’ve basically just screwed yourself out of weekends for the rest of your life"...in a very condescending tone. First of all, I’m well aware that my career involves working weekends. I’m currently scheduled to work every weekend through May. I’m OK with it. It goes really well with my life situation because the boyfriend works weekends too. Did he think I was so dumb that I didn’t know this? That I blindly walked into this career without researching what it involved? Then he goes into how I’m not going to want that schedule when I have kids…without letting me continue explaining my plans. If he would have let me continue he would know that I have already thought of that and have a plan in place.

Then he goes into the whole “when are you going to get married?” line of questioning… When do you want to get married? How long have you been dating your boyfriend? Then he tells me I’m not going to marry my boyfriend because we have been dating four years and we if we haven’t done it yet, we’re not going to. Very matter of factly…and like he pities me.

FUCK YOU!! I don’t need your sympathy or your small town thinking country boy. I am making the best decision for myself right now. I don’t want to rush things and I am in no hurry. I like my life right now. No, let me re-phrase. I LOVE MY LIFE. Don’t judge me because I choose not to get hitched right out of fucking high school and start popping out babies. I know that’s how they do it in your/my hometown (we grew up about 15 miles apart) but I have chosen a different plan for my life and you have no right to judge me or pity me…or say that he needs to make me an honest woman…I hate that phrase with a passion. What, should I wear a scarlet letter since I’m “living in sin”?…his exact words. Go back to the woods…no the fucking 18^th century with your closed-minded opinions. I’m over you and all the people like you.

Oh, and then he guessed I was 2 or 3 years older than I am...never a good move with a girl…especially after she has told you her real age previously.

WHAT THE FUCK!!

UUUGGGGGHHHH!!!! I need to be able to go for a run…can’t wait to channel this anger later on.