Tell me I can’t do something and I will do it.

Yes I’m one of those people.

I used to be proud of it, but now I want to put it down, let it go.

It’s a major indicator that I still care too much about what other people think.

I want to be like PJ. He must have a menagerie of funny little silent “fuck yous” to people in his mind that he can refer back to and laugh about.

He’s the epitome of that Robert Downey Jr. quote, “Nod, agree, then do whatever the fuck you want to do anyway.” (Except for when it comes to me because he knows I’ll just annoy him until he does what I want.)

I’ve seen that man do this a COUNTLESS number of times. I am in awe.

He sits and listens (or pretends to listen) to me rant and rave about people all the time. In the end his typical answer is, “Who cares? Let them think what they want.” And I realize he’s right, but I still can’t let it go.

I need to exorcise my thoughts by either telling the person how I feel, or bitching to him about it until I’m exhausted. (Yes, he’s a lucky, lucky man 🤣)

He’s told me a hundred times to just say: ‘Uh-huh, ok good. Yeah you’re right.’ Then forget it.

But every time, I cannot.

He must pray that one day I’ll take his advice just so he doesn’t have to hear me anymore.

But I don’t know – sometimes (when he’s not trying to watch sports updates and doesn’t need to pause the tv) I think he likes it.

After all, even if it’s his M.O. to play it casual and not let people get under his skin, it must be nice to have someone like me on his side to NOT let it go when necessary.

Yin and Yang I guess ☯️ 😊