Just honest - not a bitch

I have noticed as I have gotten older that I really have started to subscribe to the "It's not my business what anyone else thinks of me" attitude. I was on Post Secret the other day (I think that's the name) and saw one that made me think of myself. It said something to the effect of since when does telling the truth make me a bitch? I have developed what some would call a bad habit of not caring what people think of me and saying what I really feel about things. I am never intentionally mean and never intend to offend, but sugarcoating never helped anything. If you don't want my opinion - don't ask.
I really could kick myself for the years I spent pretending that I liked doing something just because everyone else wanted to do it. Or, the time I spent hanging around with people I really didn't have much use for because I didn't want to say no to someone.
My very good friend Shirley passed away in July and I really miss her. We worked together and when we first met, it didn't go well. We were two of the same people and the only two in the bunch who weren't taking shit from nobody. Needless to say we butted heads often and weren't fond of each other. Both of us changed locations and ended up working closely together a few months later and realized that we really did like each other and became great friends for years. I learned a lot from her about life and how much it should be appreciated. She had primary pulmonary disease and leukemia as well as a few other issues to deal with, but unless you knew her well, you wouldn't have known she was sick. That's probably why she lasted so long - she was a tough little pit bull.
Anyhoo - I hate cramps! Have a great day.