On being strong
I'm really going to have to work on appearing more sensitive to the people around me. I used to think it was a compliment when people told me how strong they thought I was, but I'm beginning to realize that it's just a convenient little way for people to justify saying horribly insensitive and rude comments to you. Like it's okay. Because you can take it. Sometimes you can't though. And sometimes those little comments that sneak out make you want to cry all day at your desk between payrolls.
Any strength that I exhibited today was merely in keeping myself from punching her in the throat with my foot.
Jesse
Shauna
ummm….wuss.
I just think you’re witty. But I also think you’re very human and worth treating like one. For what it’s worth….
Who was mean to you??! I’ll send the Harley Davidson guys after her.
The worst part of it all is that the offending “person” has a mullet. A MULLET. How could I have let a person with a mullet get to me like that?
Who needs a drink.
I love you Shauna. I miss your sensitive side. I also miss getting kicked in the side for any comments I made that others thought were dirty.
*innocent8
Okay, I was thinking, “aww! someone was mean to shauna!” 🙁
…and then I read the part about the mullet and I just laughed.
A mullet??
Really?
A mullet.
Mullet, mullet, mullet.
Mullets are to hairstyles as Velveeta is to cheese.
I don’t even think she was trying to be mean. That’s what made it more insulting.
My mom used to have a mullet, but she would never be mean to you.
Do the opinions of people with mullets even count in the first place?
“Mullets are to hairstyles as Velveeta is to cheese.”
Funny story: my mission president’s wife complained that there was no Velveeta at the store – in SWITZERLAND, where every store has an entire AISLE devoted to the greatest CHEESE in the WORLD. No Velveeta.
What’s a woman with a mullet doing in an office job, anyway? I thought they were all truck drivers and drug dealers.