This week’s Monday Bitch is about thank you.
About the people who somehow forgot how to say it.
Last night my husband asked, “Why don’t you ever post about X anymore?”
I rolled my eyes so hard they still hurt. After all the time I’d spent sharing, writing, mentioning, supporting, because I thought X deserved a little professional boost. I finally met X at a fair, three seconds of small talk, no curiosity, no acknowledgment. Just X, already scanning the room for someone more valuable.
And no, X isn’t the only one. Just one name on a very long blacklist of ungrateful geniuses.
Here’s the thing: I say thank you when someone passes me a glass of water. I say thank you when I pay for a service. Gratitude isn’t currency, it’s basic humanity.
Apparently, acknowledgment doesn’t fit the aesthetic anymore. The new rule: act like gratitude is beneath you and call it confidence.
I’m lucky. Ninety-eight percent of this scene gets it. They show up, they say thank you, we’ve got each other’s backs. But those two percent? Those little shits who think gratitude is optional? They can seriously piss me off, not that I’ll ever know, or care, what they think. Dead to me.
Rant complete. Heart lighter. Memory intact.
Your turn: When was the last time someone forgot to thank you, and you swallowed it instead of screaming?
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