I am guilty of being obsessed with seeing Trump punished again and again and again. I can’t stop reading about his latest indictments and how many years he could spend in prison! He deserves it and we all know that!
According to hubby, I'm guilty of taking care of others, including the feral cats and all the critters, and working too much. I'm guilty of being happy seeing others survive and thrive, never wanting anything in return. Maybe to a fault. But I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm also guilty of drinking too much champagne. I've gone into credit card debt in the past to have a steady supply of real champagne. Lastly, I'm guilty of obsessing over justice being done to the criminal right wing traitors. Namaste.
I’m guilty of being a stubborn jerk & not listening to other people when it came to finding stable work a decade ago. I was certain I was going to get a fabulous book deal or another cool radio job or something else “suitable,” and instead ended up working in the service industry until the pandemic.
I’m now unemployed again at the age of 54 with nothing saved, & finding a job that’s going to help me pay my September rent is proving to be incredibly difficult.
So I would go back to my younger self and do a home game version of Scared Straight to make that Tara listen, get off her ass, and get money saved in the bank no matter what she wanted because things were only going to get harder.
a) I was selfish and delusional for wanting to support myself doing work I love;
b) I had to put up with abusive and disrespectful workplaces, bosses, and relationships to survive;
c) There was something wrong with me for not fitting into corporate jobs and roles;
d) It was never enough to be just a good writer;
e) It was ok for employers to expect me to have mastered programs and skills that have nothing to do with writing In order to get a writing job;
f) No one would be interested in or care about what I had to say;
g) I had suppress, hide from, and deny my authentic self to be “allowed” to exist.
h) Who I am is somehow weird, distasteful, or unfit for polite society; and
h) I had to justify/prove my right to exist.
I think that just about does it ;-) It’s quite a list isn’t it? I will say this though - before you wave your magic wand and absolve me of all the nonsense above - that working through and coming to terms with each of these issues has set the stage for something and someone magnificent to emerge. Stay tuned.
P.S. To be clear, I have no actual crimes to report that would land me in front of a judge or require the assistance of Robbie and the rest of your amazing legal team.
Guilty of spending too much money on my two granddaughters - ages 10 and 7; I love being able to walk into Target, their favorite store, and saying to them, “choose anything, anything you want, and we will get it” I do this because of the delight on their faces, their love of toys, books and dolls and my knowing of the harshness of the world
I'm guilty of voting for Reagan when I was 18. First time voting. Freshman at (The) Ohio State University and he'd visited our campus, so I voted for him. Didn't even know tge difference between Rs and Ds.
Lately? Believing the hype of skin creams so that I just spent $140 on some more. But here's a real crime! When I was 25 I had an affair with my 50-year-old married dance teacher who lived in a trailer park, had dentures, looked like a gnome and was married. I loved him because he listened to me, even when I said I should really NOT go have dinner with him and his wife and kids. Oh my God, I did anyway.
And.....What Are YOU Guilty Of?
Alas, the only "crime" I've been guilty of is having more rescue dogs than the city allows.
When it was my turn, the judge asked me, why so many dogs? I responded, Because people keep throwing them away.
He nodded and dismissed my case with prejudice. I only had to pay the $28 court cost.
I am guilty of being obsessed with seeing Trump punished again and again and again. I can’t stop reading about his latest indictments and how many years he could spend in prison! He deserves it and we all know that!
Your E.ness, I respectfully plead The Billy Joel Amendment:
I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints. The sinners are much more fun. 😎
The only crime I’ve committed is being too damn fabulous for this world 💅🏽
E Jean, I am very guilty of not being obedient to the idea that my disability prevents me from not being independent and/or TRYING something new.
According to hubby, I'm guilty of taking care of others, including the feral cats and all the critters, and working too much. I'm guilty of being happy seeing others survive and thrive, never wanting anything in return. Maybe to a fault. But I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm also guilty of drinking too much champagne. I've gone into credit card debt in the past to have a steady supply of real champagne. Lastly, I'm guilty of obsessing over justice being done to the criminal right wing traitors. Namaste.
I’m guilty of being a stubborn jerk & not listening to other people when it came to finding stable work a decade ago. I was certain I was going to get a fabulous book deal or another cool radio job or something else “suitable,” and instead ended up working in the service industry until the pandemic.
I’m now unemployed again at the age of 54 with nothing saved, & finding a job that’s going to help me pay my September rent is proving to be incredibly difficult.
So I would go back to my younger self and do a home game version of Scared Straight to make that Tara listen, get off her ass, and get money saved in the bank no matter what she wanted because things were only going to get harder.
Right now, guilty of murdering this giant bag of Fritos. Wish I could go back in time.
Lying to my doctor about how many martini's I have in a week.
Hmmmmm….I have been guilty of believing that:
a) I was selfish and delusional for wanting to support myself doing work I love;
b) I had to put up with abusive and disrespectful workplaces, bosses, and relationships to survive;
c) There was something wrong with me for not fitting into corporate jobs and roles;
d) It was never enough to be just a good writer;
e) It was ok for employers to expect me to have mastered programs and skills that have nothing to do with writing In order to get a writing job;
f) No one would be interested in or care about what I had to say;
g) I had suppress, hide from, and deny my authentic self to be “allowed” to exist.
h) Who I am is somehow weird, distasteful, or unfit for polite society; and
h) I had to justify/prove my right to exist.
I think that just about does it ;-) It’s quite a list isn’t it? I will say this though - before you wave your magic wand and absolve me of all the nonsense above - that working through and coming to terms with each of these issues has set the stage for something and someone magnificent to emerge. Stay tuned.
P.S. To be clear, I have no actual crimes to report that would land me in front of a judge or require the assistance of Robbie and the rest of your amazing legal team.
Only crimes of passion! And remember, there are only pleasures, no such thing as "guilty pleasures."
Guilty of spending too much money on my two granddaughters - ages 10 and 7; I love being able to walk into Target, their favorite store, and saying to them, “choose anything, anything you want, and we will get it” I do this because of the delight on their faces, their love of toys, books and dolls and my knowing of the harshness of the world
A lot of Schadenfreud in the past two weeks. :-)
I'm guilty of sooooo much schadenfreude. You know what they say, too much of a good thing is never enough - right?
I'm guilty of voting for Reagan when I was 18. First time voting. Freshman at (The) Ohio State University and he'd visited our campus, so I voted for him. Didn't even know tge difference between Rs and Ds.
Lately? Believing the hype of skin creams so that I just spent $140 on some more. But here's a real crime! When I was 25 I had an affair with my 50-year-old married dance teacher who lived in a trailer park, had dentures, looked like a gnome and was married. I loved him because he listened to me, even when I said I should really NOT go have dinner with him and his wife and kids. Oh my God, I did anyway.