I ended a friendship the other day, for many valid reasons. A girl (I say girl because she is a poor excuse for a woman) I have known since I was about twelve decided that due to one disagreement, she would blast our personal matter all over Facebook. I came to the conclusion that I am not the only person who has fallen victim to this girl’s bullshit, and this is also not the first time she has done this. It always ends the same way…a spat of insults between us, she usually deletes the person in question from her Facebook and therefore her life. Very mature, isn’t it? I thought so too…
Anyway, if I wanted to stoop to her level, I could easily blast every nasty message she sent me privately, but I refuse to act like a twelve year old. What bothers me the most is the fact that this girl (who will remain nameless, for the sake of all that is human) is one of the BIGGEST hypocrits I have ever met. She seems to believe that it is acceptable to judge others and literally TELL them how to live their own life, but will disown a person if they try to defend themselves or talk to her in the same manner. I could even get into the fact that this person has no real friends, unless you count people on the internet who you never have and probably never will meet friends. And when someone constantly insults the man I love, after having met the man ONCE, I have to say ”Take a hike!”
Now I pose this one question to all mothers out there: does plopping your young child in front of the Disney channel all day so that you can “chat” or write stories that are not only grammatically incorrect but BORING, make you a good mother or a lousy one? The answer is lousy. I think I know a few fourteen year old baby-sitters who do that kind of stuff to kids, but mothers are supposed to take their kids OUTSIDE once in a great while. Provide them with interaction and stimulation and bond with them. If there is anything my early childhood studies have taught me, it is that the early years of life are the most critical in terms of bonding and guidance. As a nanny, I will admit…I do not always feel like going to the park or taking a walk, but guess what? I do it anyways. Why? Not only am I being paid to do these things, but it is what is GOOD for the children, and that is the most important thing of all. It is with great relief that I say I will no longer have to deal with such immature bullshit from someone who not only has no education or job, but believes it is her right to tell the rest of us how we are supposedly screwing up in life. It’s laughable. So I thank my blog for allowing me to speak my mind and perhaps save some of you from experiencing the same drama with someone in your life. I will close on a positive note: I have now obtained a 3.5 GPA (making my way up to a 4.0), have a genius of a boyfriend (literally, the man has a genius IQ), friends that are true to me, and a promising future. Go me!
When does the art of compromise become compromising? We spend so much of our lives making deals and compromises to preserve our own sanity. Some of them are silent compromises, because if we said them out loud, we would face continuous criticism. I am personally well aware of the judgments that are placed upon me day after day. I take to my social network profile and I am more often than not willing to put my feelings out there for everyone to see. So I figure if you’re going to judge me regardless, why not put my true feelings out there? And that is where blogging comes into play.
I used to question what gives people the right to judge others, when they never attempt to get to know who that person really is? In recent years I have stopped wondering why, and began putting the pieces together to find the answers to these questions. The majority of us are having fun or have already had our fun in our twenties. I have noticed (in women especially) that once you hit about 28 or 29 years of age, you become more bitter towards anyone younger than you. If someone is going to judge me based on my race or religion, I call it ignorance and move on. When you start judging me because of my God given right, such as my age, things get personal.
Relationships come in a variety of forms. It is finally becoming more socially acceptable to be gay, date someone who is either a number of years older or younger than you, or have an interracial relationship. While these are all common, you will still be faced with the judgemental, stick-up-their-ass “know-it-all’s” who think it is appropriate to stick their nose where it doesn’t belong. I’m talking about the kind of people who thrive on someone else’s misery. The ones who believe they are doing you a favor by giving you relationship advice, when in reality, their own relationship is either dysfunctional or in jeapordy. My significant other and I may not be perfect, but we have a way of always talking things out. We make sure that there are no loose ends. He makes me feel beautiful every day, regardless of what others say or do to persuade me otherwise. One of the things I admire most about him is his honesty, and mature ability to ignore any negative opinions. He reminds me of my father in that way. Both of them are aware of how much ignorance and instability exists among people, and they choose to remove themselves from that. Let me take a moment to say thank you both for providing that kind of influence.
From now on I am making a conscious effort to be true to myself and my feelings, and I think it would benefit many of you to do the same. Whether you are twenty-five or forty, do not be ashamed to flaunt your good qualities. This includes emotional and physical aspects. Before you let someone else’s words or opinions ruin your day, look at their life. Are they so great? Or do they live for material things, criticize everyone around them, try to make others feel inadequate or uncomfortable? If you find yourself around somebody like that, take the opportunity to stand up and be the one who lights up a room! You just might find yourself smiling.
When you take a philosophy course in college, it leads you to many new thoughts and perspectives. And this.
Relationships today seem extravagantly opposite than what they were in our parent’s generation. Maybe you get lucky like me and have these two amazing people for parents, who seem like saints in your mind. Top that off with thirty-two years of marriage under their belts and you get one admirable couple. But it does seem like more young men are forgetting what it means to respect a woman. That doesn’t just mean respect her physical self. Women in the sixties have been painted out to be more laid back and respected for their beliefs. Granted, these are different times, but doesn’t it make more sense to have continued with that? The problems I relate this to are technology, social networking, and sex.
We live in the most technological-advanced age anyone could have imagined (for now). It is rare to find a child these days without a cell phone, an IPOD, or some other brain-sucking device. (Funny I say this as I continue typing my blog on my laptop) It is my simple conclusion that this allows way less time for people to interact, i.e. boys and girls. It is crucial at young ages for children to develop relationships and form their own opinions. How is that going to happen if they are all texting? Don’t get me wrong, I am no stranger in that world. Fortunately, I was born in the 80s and still had time to experience a good old-fashioned childhood, complete with Ghost in the Graveyard and imagination.
It is kind of the same idea with social networking. Since these sites allow men and women (or sadly, adolescents) to write pretty much anything about themselves on their page, there is almost nothing left to the imagination. My belief is that that is one of the biggest attractions of all is that of the unknown. I think that they had it right fifty years ago- men and women got along better because they did not know all the little secrets about us. Sometimes less is more. I am trying to teach myself that!
Now I will ellaborate on what I plan on being a not-so-taboo topic (scroll past if you wish, Dad): SEX! The media provides people of all ages with a surplus, if you will, of sexually-explicit content. It is becoming more common to swear around your children or let them watch R-rated material than it ever was when I was a kid. By the time a child reaches sixteen this day in age, it is unlikely they are still virgins.
So you can call me sheltered, call me annoying, laugh at me, or agree with me for all I care. This is just one woman’s opinion…
You have been warned. This blog is designed for entertainment (as I seem to bring to many with my Facebook posts, be it positive or negative feedback), and hopes to provoke some deep thought processing of your own. That means you. I plan on being as brutally honest as I can possibly get on this blog. You will not see me with a profile picture that includes anyone other than MYSELF. This is all a reflection of my thoughts and perception. It will be raw and seemingly un-cut at times, but that’s what I’m paying for. Who know’s far one woman’s opinion could go…
