Etiquette- (noun) The customary code of polite behavior in society.

What the hell has happened to our society today? It is like everyone has had a sip of the Kool Aid and has gone fucking mad.  Somewhere along the way it is like people just woke up one day and said ” Hey, I think today I will be a giant asshole while the world revolves around me.”

Now, I feel that this is quickly becoming the rule of what to expect and not the exception.  Which is just sad.  It seems people have a lot more of the “poor me” vs. the “Hey, I get it!”, and they get their panties all in a wad when things don’t go their way.

I had a high school psychology teacher who use to say to us weekly “Where on your birthday certificate does it say life is fair.” Spoiler alert.. it doesn’t. I should know because I checked mine, and double checked my kids so it didn’t magically happen to end up on theirs.  No matter what your little league coach told you… you won’t win everything and YES! You will fail. You will get left out. You won’t always be the coolest person in the room, BUT HEY! That is A-OK! It’s those moments of failure that build character (or so I am told…).

So to take this in a specific direction… Invitations.  When you do not get an invite to something, maybe you should take a step back and ask yourself… “but did I die?”  No… no you didn’t. Hell, I would go so far as to suggest that there could be a multitude of reasons on why you didn’t get invited.  Amongst the top contenders…

-only a specific group (i.e.: the basketball team) got an invite

-It was girls/boys only

-There was an age and or an occupancy gap

-The hoste/hostess took your specific lifestyle in mind and didn’t want to put YOU in an awkward position

-Last but not necessarily least… they just don’t like you

Yes. I know that last one is harsh, but hey I am just keeping it real.

The Bestie is gettin’ hitched here in a few months, and this wedding is going to be GORGEOUS! Out of every detail she has had to deal with not once have I seen a “bridzilla” moment, but the biggest cause for her peptobismal dependency???? The guest list.  She has agonized on making sure to invite the proper people while trying to keep every extended family member, friend, co worker, and acquaintance happy.  When she called me one day past the point that whiskey could help I gave her this advice…

No Matter where you make the guest list cut, because you have to cut it off at some point, you are going to have a) Those people who expected an invitation 2) Those people who do not expect to get an invitation and are ok with it (these are the people who get “it” in life)  C) Those who didn’t expect to get one but did and are super excited and 4) last and probably least because of their attitudes.. those who wanted and invitation and didn’t get one… the fucking snowflakes.

The #4’s are those who need to take a step back and think of their relationship to the hostee’ and take a good shot of reality.  It could have been an honest oversight… or it could have been a case of ” I am sorry.. the venue only allows 350, and sadly you are 351 in my life.” Now before you get all butt hurt and turn into an asshole who makes comments you can’t take back…. is the hostee’ before or after the 350 occupant cut off in your life?

So in life.. before you become the #4… the snowflake… ask yourself… are you < or > than the 350 cut off?!

Carpe Diem!

Ash xoxo