That’s none of my business
How this mantra allowed me to focus
As a blue-collar chemist, I think a lot about the different obstacles we women face.
Husband comes home pissed off from work: “That’s none of my business.”
Kid is having a mini tantrum? Repeat after me: “That’s NONE of my business.” Here—have a lollipop.
Boss being an atomic… you know what I mean: “That’s none of my business.” Can I make a fresh pot of coffee, boss man? Maybe some water? You got this!
Truck drivers acting a fool?! “THAT’S NONE OF MY BUSINESS!” Sit back in your truck and have a cigar. Sheesh.
In-laws acting like you’re the root of all evil?! “Respectfully, that ain’t NONE of my business!”
School people acting like you can’t parent your kids? That’s NONE of your business. Head down, elbows out. SHOW EM.
Most of all… others’ opinions of me?!
NONE OF MY DAMN BUSINESS. Because a “lioness does not concern herself with the opinions of sheep.” – UK
Bahh—be good. Or be good at it! Winks.
