Folksy night

Last night I got to work at JBBQ. I was so afraid that my early onset of dementia would kick in, but I actually remembered all the numbers, tabs, etc. I walked in the back door and was greeted with the best reception! Thank you to all the guys in the back, and all my sweet girls in the front. You have know idea! Everybody needs a place to go that they are just loved. It's mutual. Thank you, Mason.

I've been thinking lately about being hurt. Being a victim. There's a line that you can cross where that position gives you power. It's the "You owe me" thing. I'm not saying that people don't do bad things, but I am strangely and sadly very familiar with that position. I guess I'd rather be a victim than the other. I don't like it, but I know what to do with it. I like nice. A lot. So much that I don't know how to act when I get it. I just open up and give everything like a very dumb, innocent puppy.

 But give me an Asshole. I suppress it, but I know what to do with one of those. I've ran into a few here and there. Not naming names... I can remember all my life the amusement of my friends when I would finally have enough. I hate confrontation. It makes me feel like an animal. Primal. Everybody can "go there", but it changes me. Like John Coffey from the Green Mile. It takes away from me  I am like my very good mom in that way. When she gets angry it's so sad. It means someone has really gone so far that she was in a corner. She's all defense. :) I may expound one day.

Have a beautiful day. I will be looking for goodness in the obvious and subtle places. I know it's there. Oh, and thanks to Evan for the additions to my playlist. People will think I am so hip and down with the young lingo. Word and fresh.