AND NOW …
A WORD FROM OUR SPONSOR:
Just thought I’d share this lovely PSA for your reading enjoyment! Are YOU letting parasites and LEECHES drink from YOUR straws and feast on your precious life blood?
Good grief, I TRULY HOPE NOT! As for me, I stopped handing out my straws so freely a few years ago. It wasn’t immediate, of course, but rather, quite the gradual, arduous, and painful process. Setting boundaries was extremely difficult, because I’m an empath, and despite what some may choose to believe, I don’t take pleasure from either hurting people or seeing them hurt. So, the, “Hi everyone, IT’S ME CAT! Here you go, take one of my straws.” days are long gone and OVER! There was a time not too long ago that I didn’t even realize how valuable my straws were, so I’d hand them to practically anyone.
That was then!
THIS IS NOW!
“This me” and “THAT me” seem to have finally come full circle and I suppose in many ways I’ve now become a raving biotch. I also suppose, however, that it just depends on who’s watching me guard my straws! I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I’m an actual QUEEN, and queens don’t take even nominal amounts of bullshit from anyone!
These days, I’ll only “really give” what I actually get, because my time, effort, attention and energy are some of the most precious commodities a VERY LUCKY human being could possibly get! My straws are reserved for ONLY other kings and queens, that’s just the way it is, and I don’t accept toxic nonsense from ANYONE! I’m Jean-Claude Van DAMN kinda too good for it.
“Hi everyone, it’s me – CAT! I am THE nicest biotch you’ll ever wanna know, but these straws of mine are effing RARE and PRICELESS, so if you want one of ’em, you best bring your A-Game, ’cause momma don’t play!”
Now then, please do enjoy this all too fitting drinking straw parasite serenade from perhaps my favorite “don’t you DARE take shit from ANYONE” sponsors of all … the one … the only … the man … the myth … the legend … THE GHOST: THE IVAN! K bye!