I don't know if you guys know this, but I'm not necessarily a terrible person.
Sure, I'm kind of an asshole. I curse a lot. I'm 100% un-punctual. I say what I'm thinking, even if it might offend your precious sensibilities. But I have some good qualities too. I'm fun. I distribute freezies to my colleagues. I even volunteer.
So what's my favourite Marianna Annadanna quality? (other than the constant cursing, which I'm actually quite fond of). It's the fact that I almost always give people the benefit of the doubt.
Not every day, nor in every circumstance, but I generally try to minimize my judgements.
The crazy jerk neighbour? He doesn't know any better. It's not his fault. His wife doesn't even like him. Poor guy.
The celebrity couple who got divorced? We don't know them. Leave them alone. Sure, he's probably completely nuts, but we can't prove it.
The creepy dude who felt up my leg on the bus? I should talk to him, if he's talking to me. I wouldn't want to be rude. He probably just thinks I'm single. (!)
This is not to say that I don't make my voice heard. If you've read my blog, like, ever, you know I'm a huge fan of the giant bitchy rant. I have been known to throw a hissy fit at a stupid salesgirl or mall cop, for example.
But I also often defend a lot of shit that really should piss me off.
Yesterday, let's say. Yesterday Hubby and I were driving home from Hometown.
Hubby: "Ew. This road has potholes." *
Me: "Yeah it does. But I guess it's not that bad. Just drive around them."
Hubby: "They just re-paved it. THIS IS BRUTAL."
Me: "Well, maybe it's just temporary."
Hubby: "STOP IT! It's a SHITTY ROAD! Just accept it!"
Ok, so Hubby's right. Fine. I admit it.
*Read the first two comments.