Friday the 13th

Are you superstitious? I mean really. Are you? When I was younger I used to buy into all the superstitions. Now, not so much. Except when my football team is losing at halftime…occasionally my bestie and I will take a shower to wash the loser off of us. Sometimes it works! We don’t shower together – she’s in Oklahoma and I’m in shithole Texas……. aaaaaaand she would enjoy that a little too much anyway.

I love Friday the 13th. I was born on one. 13 is my lucky number. I wear a 13 ring on my right hand. My dress size is 13. I do 13.1-mile half marathons on the regular. My dick is 13 inches. I’m very connected with 13. Hahaha.

There are so many crazy things happening in my life right now. All manageable. It can be so easy to buy into the negative things that happen to us. To dwell on them. To constantly obsess. It’s almost easier than just letting it go and shifting focus to happier things. I think bipolar people have a more difficult time navigating out of that headspace. I stay in there and fester too long. It’s not healthy. I’m definitely making an effort to be a more pleasant person. Fuck, it’s hard. Kinda like superstitions, I just have to stop buying into it. I take lots of deep breaths daily. lol.

So many people want to chat politics or conspiracy theories. I don’t. I’m so over it. I can’t recall anything more divisive to our culture, in my lifetime, than this political climate we’re in. It’s literally nauseating. Regardless of what side you’re on. I don’t want politics in my UFC. I don’t want football in my baseball. I don’t want my penis in vagina. There are just certain things I’m not signing up for any longer.

I’m just over all the fakeness. Even when you ARE nice and do something good it seems to go unnoticed. Awhile back a “friend” on Facebook sent me a private message that he was depressed and suicidal. He conveyed that he was on the brink of taking his own life. I took steps to get this person help because I was generally concerned. I contacted some close friends of his and asked them to please reach out to him. They did, but NOBODY ever responded back to me with an update or a thank you for the heads up of listening and maybe saving a life. Nothing. Crickets. Nobody’s even thankful. Nobody cares. Do something good and this fucking world doesn’t even say THANK YOU. Not sure he was even suicidal. Just another Aggie that needed attention I guess. I don’t care. Next time he can swallow bullets. Fucking bitch.

See!!! It’s hard to be nice and let shit go!!! I have to though. I’ll have an aneurism if I don’t. Just stop wasting my time. We don’t have much time left and I don’t want to occupy it with things that aren’t real…. Like God, superstitions, and fake suicide attempts!!!

Get out there today and make a difference! Do it with a REAL smile. Don’t bullshit people. DO NOT talk about politics, religion, or conspiracy theories. I’ve had my fill on those topics. We all have.

Happy Friday the 13th and please don’t kill yourself today.

Xoxo, AB