I’m pretty thick skinned. It’s the Southern Girl way. Let it go, say “bless your heart” and move on. That’s how we roll. Cut me off in the line at the store? Okay. I’m fine. Pull out in front of me in traffic? Yup. I’ll fuss and holler and say things, but it’s okay. Obviously you have way more important things than I do.
It’s a little like that Trace Adkins song. You know, you can mock me, you can make fun of how I talk, and you can tell me to go shove it. But start in with the talk about my mama and my country and well, we have problems. Start doing things that aren’t fair, on the up and up and sketchy, and you’ll see my redneck side.
And when you don’t like me, I don’t care. So what. Who are you anyway? Just someone. No one. But darned if being constantly rude is appropriate. That’s drama, it’s high school and it irks me to no end. We’re taught in “Southern little girl school” to always say hey to everyone, don’t matter if they are a friend or foe. And it’s bugging me. And all I can think to scream is ….
Okay… enough ranting. You may return to your other blogs, which aren’t crazy people.