Oh, how infrequently I post on here, well recently, it has been for good reason,
LIFE!
Gosh, it just runs away with you sometimes, doesn't it?
Phases of the moon sometimes seem to stick and spend an unnatural age waning or waxing - a symbolic and pretentious way of saying that I've been having a 'challenging time' but the details are actually none of your bloody business! Haha, oh the impersonal rudeness of blogging.
The fact is, that in life, I am generally incapable of being rude. I am one of those, 'open book' types, you know, you ask them a question and they give you the truth as a response. People ask me all sorts of personal questions and for some reason, I usually answer and very rarely become offended, or even wonder why they thought to ask! But today I am.
So my question today is this: why do some people feel they have the right to pass comments and judgements on the life of specific others? It puzzles me...
Is it because I live a life which is ever so slightly unconventional? Or is it that most people are asked these types of questions, and it is only people, such as me and mine, who never think to ask them?
For example, we have six children...I never pass comment, or even think to question why someone has chosen to have no children, one child or three. Why? Because it is none of my business. Yet whenever people discuss children, I always get a, 'NO! REALLY?! MY GOD...WHY?!'
I don't drive (through choice) and strangely enough, whenever this comes up in conversation I get a, 'NO! REALLY?! MY GOD...WHY?!'
Never once in the history of my communications have I EVER said to anybody, 'My God, you bastard, polluting my oxygen with your toxic car waste!' To be honest, I never even think that, it is just a different choice than the one I made, and that is fine by me!
Maybe this is exactly what I need to start doing? Shouting random, 'MY GOD, WHY?!' comments at people? Maybe then they will stop saying, '6 children, but which of them are really YOURS?' or 'So you've been with just the one man for how long? HOW and WHY?!'
Bizarrely enough, I don't think I shall, because really, it's none of my damn business.
LIFE!
Gosh, it just runs away with you sometimes, doesn't it?
Phases of the moon sometimes seem to stick and spend an unnatural age waning or waxing - a symbolic and pretentious way of saying that I've been having a 'challenging time' but the details are actually none of your bloody business! Haha, oh the impersonal rudeness of blogging.
The fact is, that in life, I am generally incapable of being rude. I am one of those, 'open book' types, you know, you ask them a question and they give you the truth as a response. People ask me all sorts of personal questions and for some reason, I usually answer and very rarely become offended, or even wonder why they thought to ask! But today I am.
So my question today is this: why do some people feel they have the right to pass comments and judgements on the life of specific others? It puzzles me...
Is it because I live a life which is ever so slightly unconventional? Or is it that most people are asked these types of questions, and it is only people, such as me and mine, who never think to ask them?
For example, we have six children...I never pass comment, or even think to question why someone has chosen to have no children, one child or three. Why? Because it is none of my business. Yet whenever people discuss children, I always get a, 'NO! REALLY?! MY GOD...WHY?!'
I don't drive (through choice) and strangely enough, whenever this comes up in conversation I get a, 'NO! REALLY?! MY GOD...WHY?!'
Never once in the history of my communications have I EVER said to anybody, 'My God, you bastard, polluting my oxygen with your toxic car waste!' To be honest, I never even think that, it is just a different choice than the one I made, and that is fine by me!
Maybe this is exactly what I need to start doing? Shouting random, 'MY GOD, WHY?!' comments at people? Maybe then they will stop saying, '6 children, but which of them are really YOURS?' or 'So you've been with just the one man for how long? HOW and WHY?!'
Bizarrely enough, I don't think I shall, because really, it's none of my damn business.
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