Growing up is hard. Especially when you think you’ve already done that. Realizing that Jane has a best friend that isn’t you anymore. Realizing that no one really can stand for you to be in their social circle, but really they just don’t want to say anything. Not getting invited to parties that you don’t know about until pictures are posted. That’s high school, right? It’s grown up world too. And it sucks. Until you realize that you’re not in high school. Right?
No, not really. I have a horrible time of putting on my “politeness” filter. I’m a talker (shocked, right?) and tend to say what I think despite what others may feel about it. It seems bold, brazen, and honest. But it’s not. It’s apparently offensive. Just like those yahoos on TV that say stuff to irk me. It only irks me because I don’t agree with it. Because I see it as preposterous. Because I see it as fear mongering. I don’t think about it. It’s how I was raised. Say what you mean, mean what you say, let others decide for themselves. I mean, if you constantly have to hide behind a façade of “not wanting to offend anyone” then you constantly watch yourself.
My mouth gets me in trouble a lot. Always has. Ever since I was about three years old. Say what you think to your parents and you get time out. Or a spanking. Say what you think to your friends, and you get less friends. It is what it is. In the world of social media this is truer than anywhere else. In “type” things like sarcasm are lost. I’ve found that often what you type and what you mean are so very different things. Because it’s left up to the reader. It’s their interpretation. And boy do I get interpreted wrong a lot. Or maybe I don’t. I find that in the realm of social media we are all having to adjust to the way life is run. Things are literal, or they aren’t. It is a great act of discerning what was really said.
between the lines becomes most important. I don’t know that I quite get it. Certainly have caused a few rifts in the past few days in my social media world. So, for now, I’m choosing to keep my mouth closed everywhere but right here. Right here I can say what I want. And I’ll say I think Jon Stewart is genius, and I don’t know why an 8 year old boy was walking home by himself in a big city anyway, and I don’t think they’ll ever find that missing college girl here in Tennessee. You can read about it, or not. There’s no need for interpretation. I say what I mean, just how I mean it. It’s who I am. I was taught that you do that. Tell them what you mean, and no one will ever see you as fake. They may not like you, but at least they know where you stand. I’d rather be me than liked. It’s who I am. Reading