Ponderings of a Pouty Lip

I have to confess something. Despite what you may have heard, I am made of the same flesh and blood that you are. Contrary to my attempts to snuff them out, I do have emotions and feelings. To the average lay person that reads the blog, I am Xena: Warrior Princess. But I do have periods where I am sad and feel vulnerable. I am just as human as you are afterall.

My pouty lip is out in full form today. B and G would promptly scold me and tell me to put that thing up! They see the pouty lip (and sometimes Slab) poke out from time to time over a beer or ten at the Bourbon Pub. It's usually when I am alone with them and we are a trio commiserating about our spouses. B and G are a couple.

There are several reasons for the springing of the pouty lip. It's truly my own damned fault. I have a penchant for always accepting less from others than I truly deserve. Being passive aggressive, I want to come out swinging when the tension builds to a certain point. But is that really the smart way to handle things? Probably not. But I can't help it. I am human. Therefore I am imperfect.

So, I stew. I plot. I delve into self-pity. When will I finally make a move? Any kind of move! When will I budge out of my comfort zone and be my own boss? When will I take the reigns of my own life and steer the horse in the direction I truly want to go? That is what I am pondering right now.

Speaking of pondering... is it just me... or does Bunny Lynn Boofay look a lot like Brushstrokes?