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Why I Need a Drink

I’ve gotten myself all bent out of shape again over some comment made by someone I don’t even know.

It wasn’t on my Facebook page and it was not even directed at me.

I don’t think it’s my place to say anything to them and I think who cares what I think anyway?

It was a loosely discriminatory thing, I’m sure said out of ignorance, not meant to be malicious.
But, I get obsessively indignant.

Googling all kinds of stuff, the origin of the phrase, its common usage and reading numerous chat forum discussions and debates.

Which lead me to the basic concepts of equality, liberty and freedom of expression.

Angry and disappointed in humanity…all alone, ranting to myself.
I’m exhausted and I’m sure my blood pressure is soaring.
So glad I found that last single-serve bottle of red wine.

Cheers!

~KT~

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