I'm a guts sort of girl.
Ewww? That sounds really gross doesn't it? Like, YUM! Guts! Its what's or dinner! That's not how I meant it, but of course I said it in the most gag-inducing way possible. You're welcome and, no, I don't know why you come to this site either. Yes, perhaps you should rethink our friendship. And if you don't know me but are here anyway (hi Pig Whore!), then you really should examine the wrong turns you've made on the Interwebs that have brought us together. Also, consider a hobby. Running, perhaps?
But I digress.
Guts. That's what this is about. I think there are two kinds of people in the world: Brain People or Gut People. Either you think it out or you act it. Brain People make lists, they weigh out the pros versus cons, believe in budgets and floss daily. They eat the same thing for breakfast and wake up after the exact number of snoozes every morning. Have a big decision to make? Like buying a car. They research that shit, print out Carfax Reports then consult the Kelly Blue Book.
Now I'm not saying I never do those kinds of things. Because I do. In fact, I am the Queen of Google. If I'm unsure about something, I'm going to investigate and educate myself. It's just that when it comes down to it, the numbers don't really matter to me. In the end, I'm going to go with what FEELS right.
I have – and always will be – ruled by my gut. I don't really think about it, I just jump in. And this hasn't always served me well. There have been times that my mother has gotten supreme satisfaction out of giving me The Look.
You know The Look. It says, "Come here my sweet child, I'll wrap my arms around you and give you a hug… but just to be clear, I totally fucking told you so."
As far as I can tell, The Look is one of the few perks of having children. Rearing a child is thankless, hard work, only complicated by a barfing/pooping, wild creature that thinks they know everything and that you are an idiot. But being able to have that moment where you are RIGHT and they were WRONG and now they know it must be so satisfying and you get to whip out THE LOOK!
You know when you're really being a compulsive dumbass when people you barely know give you The Look. Like when my husband and I got married. The clerk at the Montgomery County Courthouse in Conroe, Texas, tried to make small talk with me while we filled out the marriage certificate paperwork.
Clerk: "How long have y'all been together? Was it a long engagement?"
Me: "No, not really… Well, honestly, we've only known each other for six months."
Pause. Silence. She was waiting for me to add, "Just kidding!" But when I said nothing, she just stared and then there it was! I was getting THE LOOK from a total stranger.
And yes, it's true. Six months together and we got married. It was really stupid and my marriage license should have been stamped in giant red letters that read: STUNTS ARE PERFORMED BY PROFESSIONAL. KIDS, DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME.
By all rights, the husband and I should not have made it. I was incredibly young and stupid and together we were like two unstable chemicals that shouldn't be mixed. When we were together we burned white hot, but too much of one or the other and somebody's going to need a hypobaric chamber and extensive skin grafting. It's one of those relationships that just wasn't meant to be. The equation didn't balance. And yet here we are five years later and I have a marriage that I am proud of and a husband that not only adores me – all of me – but constantly pushes me obtain all the things in life I want.
Right now, I'm wrestling with a major decision. Something that will either be a giant investment in my future or huge waste of time, emotion and money. It’s the biggest adult decision that I've ever had to make. I can't discuss the particulars just yet, as I haven't signed the dotted line. I haven't taken that leap of faith.
More than ever I'm trying to make myself fall into the category of Brain People. I'm trying to slow down and think it out. Is this investment worth it? Will it make us or break us? What are the pros and cons?
Which is not really working for me. It just makes me dizzy and more confused about time zones.
I'm a guts kind of girl.
And my right now my gut is telling me to stop being such a pussy.
Ewww? That sounds really gross doesn't it? Like, YUM! Guts! Its what's or dinner! That's not how I meant it, but of course I said it in the most gag-inducing way possible. You're welcome and, no, I don't know why you come to this site either. Yes, perhaps you should rethink our friendship. And if you don't know me but are here anyway (hi Pig Whore!), then you really should examine the wrong turns you've made on the Interwebs that have brought us together. Also, consider a hobby. Running, perhaps?
But I digress.
Guts. That's what this is about. I think there are two kinds of people in the world: Brain People or Gut People. Either you think it out or you act it. Brain People make lists, they weigh out the pros versus cons, believe in budgets and floss daily. They eat the same thing for breakfast and wake up after the exact number of snoozes every morning. Have a big decision to make? Like buying a car. They research that shit, print out Carfax Reports then consult the Kelly Blue Book.
Now I'm not saying I never do those kinds of things. Because I do. In fact, I am the Queen of Google. If I'm unsure about something, I'm going to investigate and educate myself. It's just that when it comes down to it, the numbers don't really matter to me. In the end, I'm going to go with what FEELS right.
I have – and always will be – ruled by my gut. I don't really think about it, I just jump in. And this hasn't always served me well. There have been times that my mother has gotten supreme satisfaction out of giving me The Look.
You know The Look. It says, "Come here my sweet child, I'll wrap my arms around you and give you a hug… but just to be clear, I totally fucking told you so."
As far as I can tell, The Look is one of the few perks of having children. Rearing a child is thankless, hard work, only complicated by a barfing/pooping, wild creature that thinks they know everything and that you are an idiot. But being able to have that moment where you are RIGHT and they were WRONG and now they know it must be so satisfying and you get to whip out THE LOOK!
You know when you're really being a compulsive dumbass when people you barely know give you The Look. Like when my husband and I got married. The clerk at the Montgomery County Courthouse in Conroe, Texas, tried to make small talk with me while we filled out the marriage certificate paperwork.
Clerk: "How long have y'all been together? Was it a long engagement?"
Me: "No, not really… Well, honestly, we've only known each other for six months."
Pause. Silence. She was waiting for me to add, "Just kidding!" But when I said nothing, she just stared and then there it was! I was getting THE LOOK from a total stranger.
And yes, it's true. Six months together and we got married. It was really stupid and my marriage license should have been stamped in giant red letters that read: STUNTS ARE PERFORMED BY PROFESSIONAL. KIDS, DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME.
By all rights, the husband and I should not have made it. I was incredibly young and stupid and together we were like two unstable chemicals that shouldn't be mixed. When we were together we burned white hot, but too much of one or the other and somebody's going to need a hypobaric chamber and extensive skin grafting. It's one of those relationships that just wasn't meant to be. The equation didn't balance. And yet here we are five years later and I have a marriage that I am proud of and a husband that not only adores me – all of me – but constantly pushes me obtain all the things in life I want.
Right now, I'm wrestling with a major decision. Something that will either be a giant investment in my future or huge waste of time, emotion and money. It’s the biggest adult decision that I've ever had to make. I can't discuss the particulars just yet, as I haven't signed the dotted line. I haven't taken that leap of faith.
More than ever I'm trying to make myself fall into the category of Brain People. I'm trying to slow down and think it out. Is this investment worth it? Will it make us or break us? What are the pros and cons?
Which is not really working for me. It just makes me dizzy and more confused about time zones.
I'm a guts kind of girl.
And my right now my gut is telling me to stop being such a pussy.
6 comments:
Being a gut person who has tried desperatly my entire life to be a brain person, I decided after last year's personal debacle to always listen to my gut and to stop working so hard to be what I'm not. Although I have NO idea what you are thinking of doing, I'm heartily believe that if Hubs is for it...Stop being a pussy and do it.
Do you want to hear my opinion of the matter? Oh wait---I've already told you! Definite investment!!!
I agree with the gut. Granted, I've done my fair share of stupid shit because of it, but great things as well. My gut is yelling me that now is your time. So get up off your ass, use those enormous figurative balls we all know you have and go for it!
As you know, I have always (unfortunately) been more of a brain than guts (60/40) kinda gal. Let me tell you, GO WITH YOUR GUTS! Love, H.
MommaPug, at some point in life you have to look at what stands in front of you, know that you are stronger than it, smile sweetly at it and say Fuck You! Go with your Gut..and good luck with whatever this great adventure will end up being.
I'd love to know what this big decisions is, but if it feels right, seems right, smells right and tastes right, it's one of three things: An awesome burrito, a legendary pizza or a damn good idea. If it feels right for the Passwaters menagerie, then it is probably right. Now explain what the decision is!
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