Kiss my Grits

Tonight someone said something hurtful.  It was in a way that I can't be for sure if it was meant as sarcasm but nonetheless it hurt.  No matter how often I tell Emma to let things slide off her back or to tell the other person WHATEVER I typically have to tell myself that same thing doubly so.  I over analyze, I worry, I get offended, I get ticked, I get hurt, I give them power over me and more than I like to admit, I end up in tears.  Tonight was no different.  The process went a little faster but this time, this time I decided enough was enough.  I was going to retaliate.  I wrote out a note....and then erased it.  I wrote out another note....and erased it again.  I went to social media to send a big fat WHATEVER among other bold type words and erased that.  (Most the bold type words weren't ever written)

In the movie Two Weeks Notice there's a line about her mother being the voice inside her head. Typically I'd say my mother also fills that role or maybe shares it with my husband but tonight as I was thinking of all the naughty words I wanted to use, my dear long time friend Eunice became the voice inside my head.  For as long as I can remember Eunice has told people, Kiss My Grits.  As I wrote all those hateful things out I felt so guilty and eventually the crying started.  Dangit I thought, I can't even tell someone off without feeling guilty.  The second I did I know I would feel so bad that I would have hurt their feelings and then I would have more guilt.  Well Eunice was the voice inside my head at that moment in my tearful state and I started thinking of all the incredible memories we've shared.  Then inside my head I heard her in her funniest voice tell the guy with the baseball bat that was holding us hostage to Kiss My Grits (The window was rolled up!) and I started to crack up.

Well Satan's a jerk for making me feel so miserable and my Savior is so amazing for sending me the Holy Ghost to pull me up and help me remember to laugh.  I ended up sending this person a private note apologizing for anything I may have done and just left it at that.  Tomorrow I may get a response and I may have to once again remember I am a grown up and the Savior would never retaliate.  For now however I'll be able to lay my head down knowing I did the right thing and not the naughty thing.  Oh and by the way I didn't tell that person to Kiss My Grits!