Why emotional intelligence is so important.

Are you an “out of the box thinker?” Really?— were you in the box to begin with? Not sure? Then you’re still in the box.

Fuck the box. Fuck containment.

You’re either an unhealed narcissist waiting for an empath to prey on— suck them dry of their energy source or you’re a sociopath masking his feelings just waiting for the right opportunity to snap.

I recently heard, “You’re the sum of your habits.” Something to that effect. That resonated with Me. It’s not what you WANT to do— it’s what you’re doing NOW that counts. What are you doing NOW that matters? Not doing fucking shit right now? Ok, let’s sit with that for a minute. You tired?— emotionally, mentally, physically or spiritually? Because that’s fucking life— all those things. I’ll feel depleted, and then I ask Myself, “Self, what can you RIGHT NOW that’s good for you? Maybe help someone else. Or, how about do some fucking writing? Maybe just REST. Hang out with the pups? Be a good mom. Show up for life.”

Yeah. All that is fucking badass. I did all that today. I still didn’t get everything done on My to-do list, but that’s OK. My list is always changing, morphing, evolving— a beloved moving fucking target. Other things take priority— and that’s OK. At least, I try to convince My brain that it’s kosher. 😉 Brain be haranguing and hollering at Me sometimes. Lol 😂😂😂

If I’m feeling mentally WELL overall, then that’s fucking GOLD to Me. GOLD.

Mountains don’t have to move to make it a great day— it’s the little things that matter the most. Knowing how important it is to Me to let My child know that I love him is fucking BADASS— it’s having a high EQ. I always ask My son if I can give him a hug of give him a kiss— I respect his body, and it’s his choice as to whether he wants Me to hug or kiss him.

I always find it so fucking annoying when grandparents INSIST on raining down their need for affection onto their grandchildren. WTF is up with that? Oh, that’s right— it’s totally ok to push your bullshit hug on a kid who totally doesn’t want anything to do with you. Nope. Not today, asshole.

I wonder how some people even make it through the day. If you’re out of touch with yourself, how the FUCK do you expect someone to respect you?— much less WANT to be around you?

Yeah, exactly. Best be working on upping that EQ— for your own safety. I can only “dumb down” shit so far— the rest you got to connect yourself.

Once I have to explain My fucking awesome, fucking hilarious joke, I’m fucking DONE. It ain’t funny no mo. YOU ain’t funny. I speak in metaphors all the time— and SOME PEOPLE take My words literally. How very sad. Sad for them, especially— and sad for Me because I get so tired of basic.

STOP BEING SO FUCKING BASIC.

I’m weird. I’m anything but basic— I’m spicy. I’m that ghost pepper that burns so good. No, not like a UTI burn. A good burn. If you’re not basic, you get it— you’ll get Me.

And if you don’t fucking get it— for the love of God, beef up that EQ— or take up less space— save that extra seat for someone who gets it. FUCK.