Bitching in Blank Spaces


What does “having it all” mean to you? Is it attainable?

NOT BY DAY ONE

Dearest Gentle Reader,

There is a land that your author sometime visits. It’s a place of solitude and silence, empty and barren. Absence of words, we refer to it as drawing a blank.

Although, your author is pleasantly surprised by the lack of ‘By Day One’ captioned under the daily prompt.

Yet, I am still left with a prompt to answer that makes me believe someone just forgot the caption.

It’s almost as if the earth has veered off its axis, and a June Gemini somewhere is to blame.

But seriously, not even a brief skim through this mornings prompts provided any insight.

One author wrote a simple sentence about how all Women want an alpha male to sweep them off their feet.

All joking aside. Fuck that.

Alpha, Sigma… all of that is bullshit in today’s society. The fact of the matter is, if you exude any form of outwards confidence inevitably someone will become attracted to you.

Yet, generations of illicit societal programming has convinced females that there is a magical creature out there valiantly waiting for each one of us. An alpha male, dripping in emotional intelligence if you will.

Just look at Donny T . Dudes is a former president billionaire with 88 problems and a bitch happens to be number one.

Your author could be remiss and preemptively apologize to Mr. Daniels, but she was the one that made the decision not to run the minute she walked into that hotel room.

Yet, the illusionary blanket remains over our eyes as the toxic thoughts envelop us all.

“You’re too ugly”

“You’re too fat”

“Your ugly”

“Here, take this”

“Yeah baby, drink that!”

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

“You shit is stretched out, you whore”

“Your unclean”

“You’re too weird”

Or maybe, “Don’t worry, you wont feel a thing…”

After so many year of being told how deficient we all are, why doesn’t it stop?

Alas, your author returns to reality. A cruel, unjust place where she finds herself once again alone. Frustrated and left behind, to hold together the pieces of a shattered life.

You can keep your “having it all”, i just want to have what’s left of me.


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