Hmmm, how do I answer this…when the last time I ate Humble Pie or had it very nearly rammed down my throat with a backhoe?
I have chosen to live a life where being right is ALL THAT MATTERS, WINNING ALWAYS MATTERS, IF YOU ARE WRONG THEN DIE! DIE! DIE!
There is no coming back from being wrong in the Universe I live in.
Pronounce a word wrong…nose slap, wear the wrong color, shame on you! Support the wrong candidate- OMG if you lose you have to show up on your knees on election night and apologize for being such an idiot for NOT SEEING THE LIGHT.
So when do I not eat Humble Pie?
When I’m right.
When am I right?
Do I ‘fess up?
When you are surrounded by people who need to be right at all costs and you will never win and frankly it doesn’t really matter anymore so you spend a lot of your time smooshed on the road to Self Righteous and Smug all you can do two things:
Or Laugh Hysterically.
I’ll be damned if I eat anything I don’t want to.
So when was the last time I ate Humble Pie?
I fucking don’t.