Death is too late for a wake up call

Do you ever feel like you just want to shake or slap someone?  Either for knowing it all or just being completely stupid?

I've had a week FULL of "I just want to slap you" moments.  Not all of them were bad, they were more tongue in cheek moments thinking people are know it alls but then some of them were those "I can't believe you actually just said that" moments.

I love the know it alls because although I think to myself that "I just want to slap you for being right all the time" they can actually encourage me to re-think my excuses and change even more.  Those are usually the people that I don't outright tell that I've considered slapping them.

On the other hand, there are the rest of the "I want to slap you" crowd, the ones that sometimes have a lapse in judgement and say something completely stupid or the ones that are just plagued by eternal stupidity.  An example of one of those, the friend that just complained about not having enough money for diapers & formula but just got new hair extensions.  Or my personal favourite from this past week, the friend that tries to encourage you to try her new diet with her, where she consumes only 700 calories/day and claims that the best part is that she doesn't even have to work out to lose weight, yet this same friend "blacked out" behind the wheel and was lucky enough to have only wound up in the ditch not dead with her babies in the vehicle with her. 

This particular friend I just wanted to slap (but I'd have to take a number because I'm sure there's a long line forming).  I just felt like saying "no shit Sherlock, of course you blacked out, your body needs 1200 calories to just function alone!"  I tried to warn her, hell I even tried guilting her as I'd heard Jo do by saying, "how do you think your kids are going to feel, when they can't wake you up in the morning?" but she still didn't get it.  The worst part of it all was that once she was checked out and her husband took her to get some lunch, she stopped at the pharmacy to grab some Ex-lax.  F*#$ing idiot!  I want to slap her, I want her to see that she's killing herself, I want her husband to take an interest and help her but no one seems to want to step in.

I've offered her moral support and motivation in a healthy lifestyle change but she just wants that quick fix.  I know that her quick fix is going to quickly land her in a grave but she doesn't seem to get it.  I think I'm just going to stick with what I'm doing, you know, the whole "slow & steady wins the race" idea; it's working for me.  I'm just saying.

I don't think I'll have to kill her. Just slap that pretty face into hamburger meat, that's all- Sterling Hayden