By sheer genetic predisposition and anatomical design- I've been shunned to a life of mood swings, bad hair days, and a constant need for high maintenance upkeep. Don't get me wrong- I love being a woman! I've learned how to use my irrational, yet sometimes psychotic rants to my advantage and easily get what I want when I want it. The pitfalls however to being a girl are of course, having to deal with other girls. Those crazy bitches are a handful and without the proper wherewithal in dealing with gossip, manipulation, and back stabbing- don't be surprised when you find yourself alone in the jungle with a bruised ego and a few missing patches of hair. Getting sucked into playground squabbles, office love triangles, or jumping on board with the latest smear campaign seems fascinating until the day YOU become public enemy #1. And at that moment- you realize that unless you want to keep getting burned...stop playing with fire.
But, those days of sandbox throw downs and cubicle warfare are long behind me now. I've learned through the years and thanks to my husband's teflon exterior that the simplest way to avoid a messy situation is to...stay the fu#@! out of it. So, instead of getting my hands dirty in the someone else's business- I tend to plead the 5th and save myself the aggravation when it comes to chic flicks and petty mud slinging. And even when temptation has a gravitational chokehold on me and my Manolo's- I'll resort to a few moves I've learned from the guys over the years...acting deaf and playing dumb works like a charm- trust me! How do you stay out of trouble? Do tell...
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