So I graduated Highschool almost 10 years ago. I am no longer a highschool student, so why do so many people I graduated with still act like this is highschool? There are these girls that say what they want, and have different rules for everyone. They can say racist things, but god for bid you make a comment about something they don't like you are immediately shunned, and are now an outcast. I feel at 27, 28, 29, and 30 we should act our age. Be happy with your life as pathetic at it might be, be happy. Love your children, be a good model to them. Teach them how good people can make a difference in this world. Teach them that with a little change in who you are you can be that amazing person. Your hatred for yourself does not have to be carried over to others. Be happy for people who lose weight even though your fat ass can't. Be happy for people who don't need to drink to feel numb, forget why they hate life, because frankly I don't. I love my life at this point. I am teaching my children to stay away from people who judge before they even get the chance to know you. Stay away from haters, be a wolf, not a sheep. Lead, don't follow, speak up for what you think is important, because the best way to change the world is through what you say. The best way to make people think is by being kind. My mother used to always say to me "kill them with kindness" and I do. I am overly nice, I am sugary sweet, I am so sweet I make your teeth hurt. So say something bad about my kids, and my claws will come out. There are others in this world that do as they are told even if they don't want to. They can't say "Nah I don't feel like doing that" they just go along with the flow, barely making waves in this great ocean. My ex is one of these people, he can't seem to see that as a sheep you don't go far in life, you don't know who you are, and it takes you a long time to break this mold. I guess I am a wolf, I don't follow the pack, I do what is best for my family, I protect my children like they are the rarest jems in the world because in reality they are. I want my children to be wolves, I want them to stop the playground bully, I want them to speak up for what is right, and say something when something is wrong. I want them to live their dreams, and not let haters stop them or crush those dreams. I want them to know they can walk away from situations, call me at 3 in the morning to pick them up. They will know that this wolf of a mother would die for them if I had to. I will be their giving tree, I just hope when they are old they still want to sit with me and enjoy the breeze.
