I am giving up bread and pasta, and the such for Lent, but evidently that isn’t good enough for a handful of you.
I hate to punch down, but in this case I feel the need.
So, this an open letter to those of you who feel I am not giving up enough…
Dear Head Up Your Ass,
You are bordering on the brink of taking every little bit of fun out of Lent. Yes, I know I’m not Catholic, but I do so enjoy this time of year.
It pleases me. I enjoy showing some self-discipline. However, I have none where jerks are concerned.
Especially ones who have some uber-competitive feelings toward me. (For whatever reason)
Listen…I have been told in the past that fish was meat when I was giving up meat…blah blah blah, by you and others.
Who the fuck are you to tell me what I give up and what I don’t? That’s right…no one.
I have held these feelings back for awhile, but this year I am not only purging my body of bread, I am purging it of folks who have unfounded issues with me.
If you have issues with me, don’t say, “we”…don’t say “us”. I’ll address any issue and take criticism better than anyone.
Stand Up, Man…