“I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”
― Marilyn Monroe
So posted a lovely quote on her journal, very inspiring, and hopeful. I saw it and loved it. However, I am feeling what we call in Asturias "Repunante" (not to be confused with Spanish repugnante). It means I am feeling grumpy, out of sorts, childish, tantrum-y and in need of loving attention.
Days like this I tend to avoid the social side of internet. I lurk, because I WILL behave like a brat. Very few get to handle me on days like this. Those that do are the ones that deserve me at my best.
My thanks to you, friends. For handling me at my worst. I love you.
(I think Marilyn and I would have been great friends, sometimes. I think she needed more of those.)