It’s such a teenager sort of thing to do…

But you know how sometimes you hear a song and it’s just perfect? All the lyrics just totally sum up how you’re feeling about life right that very moment??

Heard this on the radio today and caught myself with my head thrown back, singing along and I don’t even know the words yet… Beautiful.

It got me thinking about how HAPPY I am and how supported I am… And how miserable it must be to be so angry all the time… How awful it must feel to go to bed and sleep all night and wake up with the weight of bitterness on your shoulders every morning. I can’t even bring myself to hate my exhusband like I used to… I am angry with him, for sure. I don’t think he’s being fair or reasonable. I think he’s lying and manipulating the system and trying to bully me into letting him win, just for the sake of winning, whatever it costs. And all I feel is sorry for him. Sorry that he’s so wrapped up in whatever feelings he can’t face and let go that he has to focus all of his hate-rage in my direction. And I realized today, he can’t pull me down to his level. He won’t make me angry. He can’t make me hate him because I AM TOO HAPPY TO EVEN HATE HIM. There is no room in my happy heart for that kind of darkness.

The truth will bubble to the surface… Be it now or later. It will be a natural rise and eventually, I think he’ll come out of this… He’s got to… I can’t imagine living your entire life so full of hate.

Mean

You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons
That you use against me
You, have knocked me off my feet again
Got me feeling like a nothing
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard
Calling me out when I’m wounded
You, picking on the weaker man
Well you can take me down
With just one single blow
But you don’t know, what you don’t know

Some day I’ll be living in a big old city
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean
Some day I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean

You, with your switching sides
And your wildfire lies
And your humiliation
You, have pointed out my flaws again
As if I don’t already see them
I walk with my head down
Trying to block you out cause I’ll never impress you
I just wanna feel okay again
I bet you got pushed around
Somebody made you cold
But the cycle ends right now
Cause you can’t lead me down that road
You don’t know, what you don’t know

Some day I’ll be living in a big old city
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean
Some day I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean

And I can see you years from now in a bar
Talking over a football game
With that same big loud opinion but
Nobody’s listening
Washed up and ranting about the
Same old bitter things
Drunk and grumbling on about how
I can’t sing

But all you are is mean
All you are is mean
And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life
And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean

But some day I’ll be living in a big old city
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean
Yeaaaah
Some day I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean
Some day I’ll be living in a big old city
(Why you gotta be so mean)
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean
(Why you gotta be so mean)
Some day I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me
(Why you gotta be so mean)
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean

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Comments

  1. Julie says:

    That kind of misery is its own destiny. Happiness is the best revenge. Rock on!

    • Jami says:

      You know, it’s not even about revenge even. I just literally feel like, “Seriously? Oh, honey. Bless your heart,” over the whole thing. Like, GET A LIFE and MOVE ON. Life is so much better when you’re happy and positive, dude.

  2. Amanda Ray says:

    I’m so glad your happy & to be honest I thought the same thing, Bless his poor heart! I agree, it must be horrible to be so damn angry all the time! Love ya!

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