“Write a post about the first time you did something. What is it? What was it like? What did you learn from it?”
Hmmmm. No likey.
What can I with this one….OH!!!
I can tell you something that happened in the not-so-distant past…and by “not-so-distant past”…I mean, just a mere few weeks ago.
It was the first time I’d noticed it.
Another secondary syndrome?
Another chronic affliction?
I awoke one morn’ to find out that…somehow…I’d suddenly grown some testicular fortitude.
Having previously been a “Yes.” woman, this was totally new territory for me. A little uncomfortable, to say the least (and by “least”, I mean totally anxiety inducing terror kind of levels).
But in that one morn’…it suddenly occurred to me that I no longer had the time/patience/energy to have others’ orchestration of the context of my reality with their judgements, snide comments or general ignorance.
I also, by that same token, came to the realization that:
“You can be truthFUL without being tactLESS.”
Sure, I can piss people off because my moutheth overfloweth. Just a quirk of my hot-tempered Scottish blood, I suppose. But, generally, I really do try to approach situations/circumstances/events with as best a logical mind as I can muster, so as not to invalidate the perception(s) of another.
If I’m taking effort to do this, I sure as shit expect the same in return.
Thusly, should you (and by “you”, I mean the generic, general public kind of “You.”) take issue or have a perception about the things that I do/don’t do, say/don’t say, that cause you to back-hand a negative comment in a public forum, or participate in “gossip” or the proverbial “talking behind my back”…and not have the audacity to approach me in a structured, non-judgemental kind of way…
…well…I’m not going to be your enabler any longer.
Truth be told…I’m going to likely come across to you as a wee bit’o’bitchy.
When I’m 80 years old (and I will be…I will find a damn way…)…I will be comforted in the knowledge that I lived the life I made for myself…not the one you’d hoped I’d have.