Can't Wait Until I Can Put The Dumb Humans In A Zoo

I enjoy the comments where the writer has the intention of tearing me apart - and that might be one of the only statement I have made without any hint of sarcasm on my blog. I'm a big fan of sarcasm. We're tight - just like me and Karma.

Honestly, I'll point it out again - the criticism makes me giggle because, wait, who's blog is this? Oh, is it mine? Right. It is. And since it is mine, do I have the right to say whatever I want? You mean I can do that? And these people can't stop me? Even if they write mean comments over and over I can keep writing this the way I want to? Oh yeah... I forgot that part. This is my little space and you don't have to read what you don't like.

So today I checked my email and got this gem from Katherine:

" I feel the need to say!
I wake up early every single day of the week,sick or not and go to wrk, then i come home and walk 2 to 7 miles a day. then shower then eat all through out the day trying to get in 5 treatments and my pills and cpt. then i go to sleep and do it all over again! I have mrsa, meaning medications don't work on me anyhow! i have been successfully sick for 2 hole entire months and i am finally making myself go in the hospital! Without complaint or talking about how horrible my life is! CF fucking sucks honey! some days i wake up gasping for air! but its not as bad as you make it seem... don't you think other people have it worse then you do????People with ms who can't walk anymore, or people with cancer who loose there hair and sleep all day because the chemo is nearly killing them or people with lugarics disease who get given a death sentence in 6 months yet they live there day to day lives with a smile on their face! You don't need a phyciatrist and you don't need depression pills you need to get off your high horse and fucking take care of yourself and if that doesn't work for god sake die with pride and quit fucking complaining! "

Thank you for taking the time to write that comment.

If I were someone with one of those diseases I might be offended.

I do take care of myself.

I do need a psychiatrist. Mental illness is real and you wouldn't judge it if you had been through it.

I have MRSA too and so the drugs don't work for me either. MRSA isn't really a huge deal - mostly, in my case, it's the pseudamonus (okay, so I butchered a word myself... but it's not in the spell checker). Psychiatrist is. Maybe I know how to spell it because my father is one - or because I'm nuts and have had to see many of them. Either way, it's in the spell checker.

Maybe if you were smart you would go to the hospital when you start to get sick, when the infection is easier to treat. Maybe if you were smart you would learn to spell - or use the damn spell checker.

I don't think I've ever said my life is horrible - because it's not.

And eventually, when I start getting enough of these comments, I will moderate comments, and then pull out these gems every now and then for entertainment. It'll be like watching dumb humans in a zoo.