I’m not one to run away from adversity. Hell, I usually run towards it. I love a challenge! Tell me I can’t do something then watch me prove you wrong.
But there’s only one person in this world that can tear me down. Only this man can shatter my world again, again and again. He can intimidate me one second then make me feel sorry for him the next.
Earlier this week, he shattered my world… again.
I’ll spare you the dirty details of this divorce in progress. The wounds are still fresh.
As this Hell Week winds down, I’m self-evaluating, self-reflecting and self-medicating. Mmm, Moscato…
But as I sit here typing with one hand (wine glass in the other), I can’t help but wonder…
What would Snooki do?
C’mon, we all know who she is. With the exception of my mom, who’s probably asking herself, “What the hell is a Snooki?”
|This is a "Snooki."|
I know, there are no rocket scientists on this show – not even a “sandwich artist” – and yet we watch. Fist pump!
So what brings me to wonder about this self-proclaimed “Guidette” and how she would handle my problems?
For starters, she’s a train wreck and right now my life feels as if it’s careening off the tracks with no brakes.
This week, my divorce in progress has me in the middle of another dilemma. That’s right… We got a “situation.”
With the exception of getting piss-ass drunk on a beach, getting arrested and “smushing” everything with a pulse, me and Snooks do have one thing in common…drama!
|This is also a "Snooki."|
But like the Energizer Bunny (with boobs and big hair), the Snook just keeps on going… and going… and going…
I, too, fall down from time to time, just not literally. OK, there was that one time in South Beach…
So how does she do it? How does she keep picking her sloshy ass up off the pavement time after time after time?
Which brings me to my original question…If faced with my “situation,” what would Snooki do?