You're Lovely. It's Vile Richard.

Sometimes, when there's soooo much crazy around you, you can't help but wonder "Is it me?"

I went through that phase with my old roommates who, let's be honest, were about as functional and put-together as my baby cousin's blow-poops. And I'm going through it now, a little bit, when I start thinking about Friend and my Hideous Coworker with the maturity of a twelve year old.

I am GODDAM approachable. And what the fuck. How many times have I said "Listen, I know that we work in close proximity and there may be times when I frustrate you. But please, please approach me when you have these problems instead of ignoring me."

Yet, she's ignoring me.

The passive aggressive is just... stunning. Absolutely mind-blowing.


The same with my boss. I wonder if I'm a total nutter. But what the fuck... I'm great at my job. I do a GREAT JOB.


And it's at moments like this when I'm trying to train myself to change my mind, or at least my train of thought. I get to think, "Kate, you're lovely. You've done all you can, but you can't make everyone like you. Yes, you deserve happiness, yes, you deserve normal roommates, and you definitely deserve that raise."


I am lovely. And normal. Not normal, perhaps, but easy, approachable, and a good listener. I'm ALWAYS there in a pinch. So a 32-year-old who gets a high whiny baby voice when she says one unavoidable sentence to me a month because she's not ballsy enough to tell me what's up... well, she can go fuck herself. I don't need her. I don't need anyone. Well... that's not entirely true. But the point is, I'm going to trust myself.