Everything has a breaking point. Things you think you absolutely cannot bear and things you are SURE you will NEVER get over do eventually fade. Often sooner than you think, we adapt and move on. Or we are old and forget. Toe-MA-toe, Tu-mah-toe.
I was cleaning up drafts today and deleted a whole big bunch of angst. Whew!!! I feel the bad ju-ju lifting up and up and away in that beautiful balloon (kids’ song ear worm that I will not subject you fine folks to on this hazy gray day).
Lulu gave me her theory … that people choose not to share the bad stuff because doing so hurts too much. She says to her that’s okay because … well because those things are private after all. BUT silence has a BIG but … not sharing doesn’t mean they are not experiencing some genuine crap. Everybody has something going on because nothing is perfect. Sometimes those with the outward appearance of “having it all together” are the most in turmoil. They have just become adept at covering the flaws.
How sad! I want everyone to wallow with me in my misery. Pity me!!
No I don’t want that. I wish peace and happiness to the world. Yet I am grateful for the sulky, suck-ass, kick in the gut stuff too since that is how I know the world is full of real true honest to goodness beauty. Let’s just say that I am not buying the social media version of people’s perfect worlds anymore. You don’t fool me.
Oh and FB can suck it because you have blocked me from sharing my own posts as they do not meet community standard. What standard is that? Huh? Bite me!!!
As always, more to come.