Choice

Nope. I'm not gonna mope.
Not gonna kb the house down about being put aeroplane (again) by you-know-who-you-are.
Not gonna throw tantrums by not replying to ur smses (which btw is ZERO from your side since 7plus last evening).
Not gonna AWOL u. Not gonna kick up a huge bloody fuss.
Not gonna lament about how insensitive stupid males are.
Not gonna cry that it's the end of the world cos I'm starting to mix this incident up with the crap I'm getting at the office.
Not gonna think the worst of humans.

Nope. Not gonna do all dat.

Instead I'll CHOOSE to think about how sweet people can be.
How my favoritest-and-most-dependable gal buddy gave me precious advice on Thurs night when I was seriously depressed.
How her words gave me strength and reminded me of the goodness in mankind.
How she led me back to the importance of spiritual nourishment. Which I guiltily, have forsaken due to forgotten reasons.
And how I heeded her advice and prayed to The-One-watching-over-us before I slept.
The words came clumsily in staggered statements at first. But after that everything came gushing out. Including my tears.

I'm gonna remember how I felt better the next day. More peace, less anger..
I'm gonna remember the goodness in humans and be unaffected by their ugliness.

I choose, therefore I am.