Say "No, thanks" ('cus we're not rude, right)
If there is one thing that we all have in common, regardless of race, gender, wealth, sexuality, religion, or whether we are red or blue - it is time.
Twenty Four Hours. One Day.
It is precious, and unbelievably precious to me. Time shouldn’t be taken for granted. Life is always moving forward, and you can never get it back.
The funny thing about time is you don’t know how long you have left.
I’ve read many articles about the importance of saying “yes” to things.
Yes, I’ll come to that event
Yes, I’ll sign up for that run
Yes, I’ll go on a date with you
Yes, I’ll go on a second date with you
Yes, it’s perfectly fine to treat me like shit, because I am too polite to tell you to stick your fucking life up your arsehole…..
…. I digress
If you have read Sarah Knight’s book The Life-Changing Magic of Not Giving a F**K, you’ll understand the importance of making time to do the things you want to do, and not waste time feeling guilt-tripped into doing things that you don’t want to do- just because manners or peer pressure got in the way. Below is a snapshot of Sarah’s Does and Dont’s of Giving A Fuck - and perfect they are too.
This book and my “soul sabbatical” (as I am now calling it) made me think about the things I wanted to do and the things I just do/did because it is ingrained in me not protect everyone's feelings but my own.
Well as I said at the top of the piece of writing. We get 24 hours in a day. Why are we fucking about wasting precious energy, calories, and life on bad shit?
So here are the things I am saying “no, thanks” to (we’ve got to keep it polite - “no” is a bit rude).
Leeches - NO, THANKS.
This is a whole other blog to be fair. One that NEEDS to be written. But fuck off human leeches. The ones who attach themselves to you in life, take your ideas, your love, your time, your soul, your bed, your best underwear, your fucking food out of your fridge and the petrol in your car, then when they are fat on life, fucking leave with you a giant mark. Yeah, jog on.
Tinder - NO, THANKS
Only because I swiped right does not mean we’re getting married/engaged/dating. See my rant on this here. I know I shouldn’t have swiped right during the advert break of Keeping Up With The Kardashians but I had had my full quota of coffee, and I didn’t need to pee.
People who try to downgrade my talent - NO, THANKS
Hey, you. Yeah. Only because I know my stuff and you don’t like to be challenged professionally, does not give you the right to downgrade my talent because I wear a bra or don’t have a “London” accent. I don’t want to work with you. And I won’t.
Fuckboys - NO, THANKS
Ughhhh. Where do we start? I mean, we could be here for daaayyyyyyyssssssss. Let’s summarise -The CliffsNotes version. No longer ladies will we be fucked and ghosted. Nahhh. I am all for simple, no strings sex if it fits the mould of where you want to be in life. But, new rules. You don’t get to be in charge of our bodies anymore just because we’re polite and you have the horn. We decide when/where and who we want to wrap our womanly thighs around.
WestWorld - NO, THANKS
I tried it. I wasted 8 hours of my life watching it. I won’t be back for series two. I’d rather watch Ashley Graham on America’s Next Top Model. But, yeah, good luck with it.