Despite a million odds in my favor, I have problems. Admittedly, first world problems, but one in particular spans the economic and status planes to be just human.
Not to put to fine a point on it, I have a problem with acceptance. (Nearly) everyone wants to wash my dirty laundry and fold me into someone who they believe I should be, could be or they want me to be. Having done my time in a dry cleaner, I am not allergic to the fluid, yet still my skin wants to crawl with all the improvements others feel are necessary.
3. Go out.
My social calendar is sparse. This is not something I do intentionally, yet it is common. While I have no problem putting together successful galas and festivals, I am the Mary Tyler Moore of dinner parties. I consider it strange as I am often asked to cook at the dinner parties at others’ homes. (Not weird because I am a really good cook.) Excuse?
It is so far to your house.”
Somehow, you have figured out my wormhole is only one way.”
What you are really saying is there is not enough (enjoyment, fellowship, camaraderie) to justify the whole ten miles.
No matter how much I want to move away from South Carolina, I am not going to move within South Carolina to cut someone else’s drive time. I moved here full well knowing I had a 30+ mile commute to civilization regardless of the direction I chose to drive.
2. You would not have liked it.
Assumption. The logic behind this statement is equally inane:
Because I have never seen you do it or heard you talk about it, you cannot possibly be interested in it.”
Fact: You have spent fewer than 25 hours in my presence. I spent more than 15 of them listening to you. Although your life story is less than a miniseries, mine is far more like Halloween. You cannot marathon my life in eight hours. Frankly, conversation has not had time to organically sprout to bring up more than an eighth of what I have done.
You like M, so there is no way you would like R.”
I have taste other than what is in my mouth. The single most common descriptor for me is eclectic (followed closely by eccentric). I am a firm believer in try everything at least twice… I may screw it up the first time.
You have already done it.”
Did I say I hated it? I think not. Did I tell you I would never do it again? Did I tell you I was physically unable? Despite a palette of disabilities, I am really capable. I can sit in a dinner party even without a nap.
1. But you said…
It is most commonly called the truth. My habit of speaking it is not:
- An attack
- Rumor mongering
- Out of line
If you do not like the truth coming out of my mouth, change it. I do not make the news, just report it; however, I am not the villain because I have told Emperor You public nudity is against local ordinances. If your conscience brings out a pickax and a hammer when anyone mentions said truth, make an appointment with a life coach or a therapist. (My rates are really reasonable.)
I am a horse.
Assuming facts about me are easily discernible or I have diarrhea of the mouth and tell everything I (know, want, like, have done) or asking me about myself will lead to the diatribes to which I am often subjected is merely making an ass out of you. I am a horse.
Rant over. For now.
What makes us assume our life choices are right for others? Why do we choose to shy from uncomfortable truths rather than change them?
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