And the people the people the people...

An open letter to the American Public.

Dear Citizens of the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave,

I am so frustrated right now. People constantly moaning and groaning I suck at work I suck at life...yada yada yada. Do something about it! I understand that everyone is entitled to their right to bitch from time to time. Lately though it just seems like I'm surrounded by babies for lack of a better word. Wait hold on I found a better word Milquetoast. I'm surrounded by milquetoast. Is that the correct use of that word?

Oh my god! So what you didn't get the position you applied for. Go for another one! Gasp, that girl you met when you were drunk never called you back? It wasn't meant to be.

I myself have been guilty of the "Whoa is me" but I grew up. I think it's disgusting and pathetic that people older than me and married, unmarried, children, no children, fat, skinny, whatever complain about their lives.

If you want to know why your friends and family have no sympathy it's because you don't warrant it. You're completely spoiled and selfish and an utter waste of my mental energy. I have a headache just thinking about it. I have no way to escape it! I go to work, listen to people push the blame on other people instead standing up like an adult and say "You know what I messed up. I will try my best to never allow this to happen again."


I get onto myspace and there's like a thousand posts about people who are upset because "They will be alone forever." Here's something...Why does it matter? There is nothing wrong with being single. I was there! I was single for the majority of my life. Never had a boyfriend in high school. Never really had a boyfriend longer than six months in my early twenties. You know so much the better. You get to make mistakes and not end up breaking someones heart. You get to go out and have fun and not worry about someone being upset with you because you talked to someone else. Most of all you focus on you. How will you ever know who you really are and what you really want if you don't know yourself at all. If I hadn't been blessed enough to have met and fell in love with David I would've been okay. Why? More time for myself.

So please my fellow Americans. Wake up and smell the Venti no foam latte with a soupcon of cinnamon and get real. Grow Up!

Oh and to that lady who walks her two Dachshunds on my street, If you don't start picking up after your dogs I am going to take their poop and rub YOUR nose in it. You stupid blond wannabe Real Housewife of Orange County, tanorexic, eighties hair wearing, BIMBO!!!!!

Sincerely,
Megan Leigh Julia Cochran