Don’t be an ass. It’s that simple, and that difficult.
I understand that things can get difficult. Even when they are first world problems (which means they are issues of privilege), they are still problems. True, mine are generally insignificant ones, compared to life and death problems that many people the world over are struggling with each and every day, that is quite true. But they are still problems, even if they are insignificant ones (when viewed through that realistic lens). Let’s be real, nobody is holding a gun to my head, literally (even if I sometimes feel like that figuratively). I still have choices (even when it feels like I don’t).
Understanding that most of my problems are small ones (nothing life or death, here!) SHOULD make it somewhat easier to suck it up, buttercup – and MOVE ON. *sigh*
Time to find my inner stubborn, and kick that ass into gear.
I respect that you are concerned with protecting your turf. What you fail to take into consideration is that “your turf” was MINE long, long, long years before you ever came into the picture. I stepped aside to make room for you, and now, you are protecting your turf – from ME.
You know what?
My mama raised me to be a woman, not a freaking lady, and I don’t give a good rat’s ass about manners when it comes to my family. YOU are a recent addition to my family, and there are loyalties that precede your arrival. I am trying to be respectful to you, but frankly, I don’t give a good rat’s ass what you think, and I don’t care a whole lot more about protecting your tender feelings.
You watch your rat’s ass, because I may just mow you down.