There was a time when I would go looking for snark written about me online. Call it what you want (emotional cutting?), but it’s just something I used to seek out every once in a while. I’ve since learned my lesson and stay far, far away from the shit people talk about me because, as the saying goes, “what people say about you is none of your business.” However, the snark I came across back then has stayed with me (how could it not?) and comes up in my inner monologue every once in a while.
One of those snarks was that I seem to complain about everything. Now, I’m not sure I would call that “snark” because this troll wasn’t wrong. I do complain about a lot, and you know why? Because complaining feels good. Because complaining is real. Because I have standards. Because I have opinions. Because I’m not a “look for the silver lining” type of girlie. Because I don’t believe in toxic positivity. Because I’ve made some of my best connections in this life over complaining because complaining brings likeminds together.
And all this leads me to today’s topic. I’m going to recap and review our babymoon, and I’m going to complain and I’m going to be real. And if that turns you off or you find me bratty or you don’t “get it,” I understand. But this is my truth, so I’m going to speak it.