Time for some personal reflection for the week.
One of my good friends sent me this image on the left yesterday and said "I saw this and thought of you!"
I laughed and wrote back "TRUTH."
"That's my girl!" she responded.
Yep, it's funny because it's true...most of the time I sort of hate people.
But, deep down, I was thinking after I got her text...do I want to be that way? Do I want others to think of me as kind of a bitch?
(I did sing that Meredith Brooks "Bitch" song the first time I ever sang Karaoke...)
For the record, I'm not a bitch to my friends. I'm actually super loyal and always working hard to stay connected to the people I love.
But to others...If I'm being 100 percent honest...I'm not always sunshine and rainbows.
I'm very blunt, and while out-going and talkative, I never beat around the bush and tell you what you want to hear. If you got a bad haircut, it's likely I'm probably going to tell you it's bad in the nicest way I can (if you ask for my opinion, that is).
What you see is what you get with me.
It takes effort sometimes for me to be the bubbly budding erotic romance author that others see in a Facebook party. I would much rather just bullshit with my readers about Jared Leto, other celebs I like and tell stories about random stalkers I attract at Starbucks (that's a story for another blog post.)
I'm not saying I'm like the Donald Trump of romance authors or anything. But sometimes I just don't feel like being super friendly and sweet. Hopefully that's okay. :)