Why I’m Too Lazy for Bitterness

Hey everyone, it’s Tina. Pull up a chair, grab a snack (hopefully one you don’t have to share), and let’s have a real talk about the emotional gymnastics of being human.

I saw a quote recently that basically summed up my entire personality in four lines. It said: “One thing about me, I’m never bitter! A situation may hurt me and I may lash out, but once it’s done, it’s done and I’m cool off it and you.”

When I read that, I felt seen. I felt heard. And then I felt like I needed a nap because honestly? Being bitter is exhausting.

The Release Valve: Why I Lash Out Instead of Holding Grudges

Let’s be honest: I am not a saint. I’m not one of those people who gets treated like a doormat and says, “Oh, thank you for the footprint on my forehead, let me get you a glass of water.”

Nope. If you hurt me, I’m going to react. There might be a sharp comment, a very pointed “Are you serious?” look, or maybe a full-blown verbal fireworks display. I’m human! I have feelings, and sometimes those feelings come out like a pressurized soda can that’s been dropped down a flight of stairs.

But here’s the thing—that explosion? That’s the release valve. I’m getting the “ick” out of my system. I’m lashing out because I’m processing the hurt in real-time. It’s loud, it’s messy, and it’s usually over in about fifteen minutes.

The Exhausting Reality of Being Bitter

You know those people who hold onto a grudge for three decades? The ones who remember exactly what you said on a Tuesday in 2004 and bring it up every Thanksgiving? How do they have the energy?

The Four Steps of Holding a Grudge

To be bitter, you have to:

I don’t have the storage space for that. My brain is already 90% full of song lyrics I don’t remember learning and thoughts about what I’m having for dinner. There is no room for a “Hate List.”

“Once It’s Done, It’s Done”: The Power of Moving On

The quote says, “Once it’s done, it’s done.” That is my life motto.

Once the dust settles and I’ve had my moment, I’m genuinely over it. I don’t sit around plotting your downfall. I don’t wish bad things on you. In fact, I’m so “cool off it” that I usually forget why I was even mad in the first place.

But—and this is a big “but”—I’m also cool off you.

Revoking VIP Access for Your Inner Peace

Being “cool off you” doesn’t mean I’m still angry. It just means the bridge has been dismantled and the pieces have been moved to a different county. I can be polite. I can wish you well. I can even laugh at your jokes if we’re in the same room. But the “VIP Access” to my life? That’s revoked.

It’s not out of spite; it’s out of peace. I’ve realized that I can forgive someone and still decide I don’t want them at my birthday party.

If you’re like me, people might call you “intense” or “dramatic” when you’re in your lashing-out phase. They might not understand how you can be so mad one minute and totally fine the next.

But tell them what I tell them: I’d rather have a five-minute storm than a five-year drought.

I’m keeping my heart light. I’m keeping my vibes high. And if that means I blow off a little steam and then move on with my life like nothing happened? Well, that’s just the Tina way. Life is too short to drink sour milk, and it’s definitely too short to stay bitter.

What about you guys? Are you the “hold a grudge for life” type, or are you on the “One and Done” team with me? Let me know in the comments—unless you’re mad at me, in which case, just wait ten minutes, I’m sure we’ll be fine!

I'm just gonna shut up now.

I did it again.

I just made 62 bucks in one busking session.

I sincerely think these people like my tunes.

I believe in myself again.

Fuck you, A-Man.

I'm moving on.

#busking #music #moving #terror #movingon #love #art #singersongwriter

Why I’m Finally Done Digging

Hey friends, it’s Tina.

I posted a quote on my socials earlier that hit a little too close to home for some of you. It was one of those “stop feeling guilty for finally leaving” reminders. But since some of you asked for the “full tea” (or at least the recipe for how I finally stopped brewing it), I decided to sit down and actually write it out.

If you’re reading this while hiding in a bathroom stall at work or under the covers because you’re “resting your eyes” (we know you’re doom-scrolling, it’s okay), this one is for you.

The Myth of Overreacting

Have you ever had that moment where you finally snap, and the other person looks at you with wide, innocent eyes and says, “Whoa, where is this coming from? You’re being so dramatic.”?

First of all, let’s talk about that word: Overreacting. In my experience, “overreacting” is just the term people use when they’re surprised you finally noticed the house was on fire after they’ve been playing with matches for six months. I used to carry so much guilt about my “tone” or the fact that I finally raised my voice. I’d spend hours—literally hours—replaying the argument in my head, wondering if I could have said “I feel hurt when you lie to my face” in a more melodic, soothing, Disney-princess kind of way.

alert: It wouldn’t have mattered.

The Overflowing Patience Bucket

I wasn’t overreacting. I was just overflowing. My “patience bucket” had a hole in it, and they kept pouring in manipulation, half-truths, and “I forgot” excuses until I was standing in a puddle of my own sanity.

I am the reigning world champion of giving “one last chance.” I should have a trophy. Or at least a punch card where the 10th chance gets me a free therapy session.

Seeing Potential Over Reality

We stay because we see the potential in people, right? We aren’t looking at who they are today (which is usually someone stressing us out); we’re looking at that one version of them from three years ago who once bought us a taco without being asked. We think, “If I just explain it one more time, in a different font, with a PowerPoint presentation and maybe a interpretive dance, they’ll finally get it!”

But here’s the cold, hard, slightly caffeinated truth: You cannot logic someone into treating you better. If they wanted to, they would. (I know, I hate that phrase too. It’s so annoying because it’s so right.)

Moving On Isn’t Giving Up

When I finally walked away—and I mean really walked away, not the “I’m leaving but I’ll check your Instagram story from my dog’s account” kind of walking away—the guilt was heavy.

I felt like a “bad person.” I felt like I was giving up. But then I realized: Moving on isn’t giving up; it’s just choosing a different direction. It’s like being on a treadmill that’s set to a 12% incline and a speed of 8.0. You’re running, you’re sweating, your heart is exploding, and you aren’t actually going anywhere. Jumping off the treadmill isn’t “quitting the race.” It’s realizing the race was a scam and there’s a much nicer path outside with actual trees and zero people gaslighting you about your cardio.

Validating Your Boundaries

If you’re in that weird, shaky phase where you’ve set a boundary and you feel like the villain of the story—take a breath.

• You aren’t mean for wanting honesty. • You aren’t “difficult” for having standards. • You aren’t “crazy” for remembering the things they actually said.

The image I shared said it’s a blessing to move on, and honestly? It is. It’s the kind of blessing that feels like a punch in the gut at first, but eventually feels like the first full lungful of air you’ve had in years.

I’m currently in the “buying myself flowers and enjoying the silence” phase of my life, and let me tell you, the decor is much better here.

Are you currently hovering over the “block” button or feeling that “did I do the right thing?” itch? Tell me your story in the comments (or just drop a “🙋‍♀️” if you’re in the trenches). We’re in this together.

Pillars of Salt

https://guiltybyreasonofbeingwendy.wordpress.com/2026/06/11/pillars-of-salt/

I have adapted to the changes, I have stayed quiet, and I have tolerated things I never thought I would just to keep the peace. But there is a huge difference between being patient and being taken for granted, and right now, I am running dangerously low on patience. I have bent backwards, kept my composure, and given people the benefit of the doubt over and over again, but my silence was never a sign of weakness. You can only stretch a rubber band so far before it snaps. I’m done forcing things that aren't meant to be and adjusting my life to accommodate people who wouldn't do the same for me. The energy is switching up, because protecting my own sanity is now my only priority. 💯😤

How long are you supposed to keep tolerating things before you finally say enough is enough? Let me know in the replies. 👇 #RealTalk #InnerPeace #MovingOn #ProtectYourEnergy #GrowthMindset #DoneWithTheDrama

The Fediverse has forgiven all my mistakes, so why are you still keeping malice? 🤷‍♂️ Life is too short to be holding onto old grudges when everyone else has moved on. Let it go! 💯

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Sometimes, Even When You Give It Your All, Friendships Can Still Fade

https://jaimedavid.blog/2026/05/30/19/16/58/analysis/jaimedavid327/11069/sometimes-even-when-you-give-it-your-all-friendships-can-still-fade/