Culling the Pack
August is a brutish month for those of us in higher education. It’s kind of like hell to be honest. Too much to do and not enough hours to complete everything. And, in the midst of this month, I have found myself wanting to take back my statements from an earlier post about men. In that post, I referenced how we women like to bash men for their behavior. I implored us all to treat men better — being a feminist doesn’t mean tearing men down, blah, blah, blah, etc.
But here’s the thing . . . men just do stupid shit. Us women, we aren’t that complicated. Here’s the thing — DO WHAT YOU SAY YOU ARE GOING TO DO AND COMMUNICATE. That’s it. That is the great mystery. So last night when he stood me up a third time (after his cute “definitely probably” texts), I simply said: “Hmmm . . . I normally don’t give people this many chances. you’re gonna have to convince me your deserve one.” No response last night and then at 7:15am this morning: “Sorry about last night.” I haven’t responded. Not because I am pissed necessarily, but because it’s a lame ass apology. Actually, I don’t even want the fucking apology. Tell me how you are going to make it up to me. This is a classic example of what I’ve said before . . . you’re either IN or your OUT.

So back to the entire August thing — I am one busy bitch. So if you say you are going to do something — do it! I don’t have time to waste. There’s a million other things I could be doing besides waiting on your ass.
It might simply be time for me to cull the pack . . .
