Repost from: FEB 20, 2011
YOU MIGHT BE MISTAKEN JUST WHICH “SARAH BERARDI” THIS IS
I’ve noticed out there in the big old world wide web that there are a few Sarah Berardis. I am not the Italian jewelry designer. I am not that teenager that twitters inane things about Hollywood stars. Let me enlighten those of you who don’t know exactly who I am.
A) I have an H at the end of my name, Sarah. This is important to me. Sara and Sarah have a totally different connotation. Although I have worked and friended with people for years and corrected them, they still can’t manage to put that H on the end. Just like my second -grade teacher who didn’t believe I had an H at the end of my name and made me bring a note in from mother. Nope, haven’t forgiven her either.
B) My tolerance level is low. Ok, very low. I admit it. (I’m not talking about my pain tolerance.) I’m perfectly fine as long as one is polite, intelligent, empathic, and/or interesting. Or, on the other hand, if you’re a special needs person, I will love you to death right off the bat and take you under my wing. But the normal person who just chooses not to enlighten themselves or take their blinders off? They can bugger off. Perhaps I shall start wearing this shirt.
C) I think I can readily admit my mistakes. At least at “work” I do. I fess right up. I don’t care for people who blame others. Not one bit. Cowards. I don’t care for cowards of any kinds. Grow a pair.
D) I’m severely independent, so when I ask for help, I really need it. Don’t blow me off, please. It took a lot for me to ask for help. I’ve already grown a pair, I just need your pair to help out.
E) This Sarah is at a stage in life where she had a little party in her head deeming herself retired after putting the kids in college. So there. This is my time. This Sarah loves her bed. Would love to go back to Italy and back to Paris.
F) Passive aggressive people should all go to hell where sulphur does wonders to your hair I’ve heard! I have no trace of passiveness in me. I’ve worked and worked and worked on passiveness with a therapist. I’ve been drugged and drugged and drugged to be passive. It’s there now and then. I am however, aggressive. Pretty much 24-7, that’s what the OTHER drugs are for.
My one family member is the king of passive-aggressive mind games – he is one messed-up dude. Manipulation and lying. The thing is, he is stupid enough (can I wear both shirts at once?) to think the rest of the world doesn’t realize it.
G) This Sarah will cut your tongue out if you lie. No lie.
H), K, time to go take that pill in item “F”. P.S. Hormone therapy ended today. Praise somebody.
Ahhhh, but wait, maybe I should be wearing this, in order to show my humility: