This blog is, anyway.
What I write here, comes from my head, my heart, my fingertips.
Yes, I’ve talked about my kids, my family, my friends…but these are people who are in my life, so once again, it circles back to yours truly in the end. How I feel about them, how I feel about what they said, or did, or what happened to them. It’s my perspective on the world around me, and the people in it, that you end up reading.
So, it’s my galaxy, my universe, here. And that gives me permission to say what I want…within my own limits.
If you are a satellite in the orbit of this, my universe, you run the risk of finding your story appearing somewhere within the lines of my posts. I might not use your real name (probably won’t, as I try to protect the people I care about from the rigors of others knowing their words, actions, stories), but, sooner or later, something I write will resonate in your mind.
Hey, I resemble that remark!
And if it makes you laugh, or makes you cringe, well… It’s still my story told here.
As I read somewhere, “If they wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.”
I’m not an impossible person to get along with. I have only a few rules that you really shouldn’t break, at least, not if you want to stay inside the circle.
1. Don’t lie to me.
2. Don’t break promises. Matter of fact, don’t make promises, unless you absolutely know you can keep them.
3. And to expand on #2, if you tell me you’re going to do something? Doesn’t matter if you say the word “promise” or not. I will take you at your word. If you can’t do what you said you were going to? Call, text, message me. I’m not insensitive, & I know that plans change because life gets in the way.
But, I do also have feelings. I won’t put up with being “ghosted” or ignored. It’s rude, insensitive, & ultimately, it tells me that I mean shit to you. So I’ll be on my way, without a backward glance.
I’m worth more than that.
4. I expect my friends & family to call me out on my bullshit, too. I am an introvert with anxiety, which means I don’t really like going out, much. I detest crowds. So, sometimes, if I’ve made plans with someone, I’ll try to worm out of them. And I can also get irrational when my anxiety is really high, or my depression really low. My friends & family care enough to talk me down, ride it out, and wait for the storm to pass.
5. Don’t do anything to hurt my friends or family. I’m awful at sticking up for myself, but if anyone hurts someone I care for? Back up, & buckle up. It’s going to get ugly, fast.
That’s it.
Don’t lie, don’t jerk me around, don’t let me be a jerk, & don’t hurt the ones I love.
Not that hard to follow, right?
In other words…
Don’t be a dick.
Because if you are… Chances are you’ll see yourself in the words I write…and it won’t end with “happily ever after”.
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