Have you ever gone through something completely awful, and then afterwards wondered just how in the hell you managed to survive it?
I guess most people would call that strength or perseverance, but I like to think of it as good old fashioned stubbornness.
With a pinch of fuck you very much.
While I was in the hospital, my dominant stubborn trait kept me going. I was not going to let some funky infection beat me. No bloody way.
I have witnessed the death of my father, been bullied by my peers due to my weight, came close to dying during childbirth, lived with an abusive son of a bitch, deal with that deplorable fibro and still continue to kick depressions ass on a daily basis. (Sometimes.)
My closest friends and my family have told me so many times that I am as stubborn as a mule. I’m actually damn proud of being that way.
There are worse things to be, like a heartless harpy or a total bitch. (I am 25% bitch, 15% harpy.)
That leaves 65% unaccounted for. So, let’s see. 30% stubborn, and 30% hilarious. (Sometimes.)
No, I didn’t use a calculator. I am so glad that I paid attention in pre-algebra. They said it would come in handy someday, and they were right. Go figure.
I’m not very competitive. I have lost many a game of Sorry™ and Uno™. But when it comes to the rotten life apples that get thrown at me, I swing my bat hard. I miss often, but I don’t give up.
You know, because I am stubborn. How about you?