Something, someone, attempts to put a toxicity in my morning, but I don’t allow it. Why do those types try to lower us?
Doesn’t matter. I’m done thinking about them. I’m done trying to translate their deranged interpretation of things, and comical communication and rationalizations of occurrences.
I’ve wasted too much time doing this, and if you have it’s fine… don’t fault you, or them, just STOP.
Don’t give the circus any more admission. Don’t do their air headed and congealed thinking dance.
Just be done. That simple.
Enjoying my coffee, smiling. They, not here. No more. I’m flying in my own positive and love-ebb. I don’t speak their language, so I don’t communicate.
This new step, that singular. And simple.