I’m tired. Not physically, but socially, and emotionally. I’m tired of people – not all people – just some people. I’m not tired of social media, though likely I should be.
OK Then, No More Compliments For You
I’m tired of people telling others what kind of compliments they won’t accept from others and trying to expand their personal issues with it to cover a whole group of people because of the “For a” status. I’m sorry, when did compliments become a back thing? If I think you’re good at what you do, I tell you. I’ll probably get specific, like “I really liked how you handled that unruly class today”, or “I really like your style of writing, especially in _____” . I put no “for a” in there. Hell, folks, I don’t even usually know your skin color, your age, and in some forums, your sex or your name, because I deal with you in a social media setting and I don’t profile stalk you – I take you at face value for what you present and nothing more.
Yes, I’ve dealt with those kind of backhanded compliments all my life – ALL of us have. “You run fast – for a girl”, “you’re very understanding of your students – for a teacher”, “you sure know a lot about social issues – for a white person”, “You’re pretty knowledgeable about current events – for a museum docent”. I’m sure we could all make this kind of list. There’s always some insecure fuck out there who makes themselves feel better by giving out backhanded compliments. The best way to deal with people like that? Treat their compliments as if you’re totally social cue clueless and as if they were the most sincere thing you’ve heard in months. Pisses them right the fuck off.
And I’ve also been uncomfortable when people gush compliments all over you, especially for something you did for someone else. I get that. That’s cool. Take it gracefully, try to back out of the situation where the person keeps gushing all over you (cellphones have been great for this – you can now fake an incoming phone call). I’ve used the “thanks, I have to go pick up my kids now” excuse in the past- no longer works when people know they are full grown- so I’ve used the “I’ve got to go pick up my husband” excuse as well. Unless, of course, he’s standing right with me. he’s rescued me from this a time or two, thankfully. But at the end of the day, not being able to take that gushing of compliments is from my OWN insecurities, and is MY own problem to deal with. It’s not for me to dictate to others their ability to pay me a compliment. STFU and deal with this problem yourself. If you see a “For A” in every compliment given you, then that is on YOU and is NOT EVER going to become my burden.
Also at issue is the people who say things like this because of their insecurities, but then when they don’t get compliments, they throw huge old hissy fits any self respecting toddler would be proud of. They liken it to people having no respect for them. Umm, excuse me, people WERE showing respect for you by not giving compliments as you asked for earlier, and now your insecurities have you acting the part of attention whore. Get on your drama llama and ride!
Wait a Minute, How Did I Become The Bad Guy?
Goes right along with the last section, and I’ve been looking for the right term for it. I’m not finding it. I’m tired of being the bad guy when I wasn’t the bad guy to start. I’ve had this happen all my life as well, even when other people – and the majority of other people agreed with me- that asking someone else to stop a behavior, or asking someone – sincerely – why they believe that way or wanting some form of reasonable explanation, I suddenly get someone jumping my shit as a bad guy for asking. If we tie it back to that last thing, I asked if this person meant any compliments to a certain group of people, and she prevaricated. I pointed out that any kind of comment can be seen as backhanded. And then I got told that no, this person gets a pass on being offended because she belongs to that certain group.
Wait a minute – I thought the main goal of all groups, ethnic, sexual, disabled, etc was to be treated the same as any other person – which leaves you accountable for everything that everyone else does. It doesn’t mean you get to be a an asshole just because you’re in a wheelchair. It doesn’t mean I get to be a jerk to people because I’m an older woman. It doesn’t mean any of that. If you want to be treated equally, that means in ALL things – socially, mentally, financially – all of it. It means there’s no free pass based on the group you count yourself as part of. But I was the bad guy for asking this person about it, trying to get a logical reason for the issue. If they had said “Please don’t give me these kind of compliments because it makes ME feel as if there is a “for a” at the end, and that bothers me.” Cool. I can deal with that. But don’t come compliment begging later, OK?
Or when a situation is out of hand – or whatever reason – and you step in when no one else will. The original perpetrators end up coming off as innocents, and you are the bad buy because you stepped in – verbally, physically, or in writing on social media. Usually by someone who has no dog in the race, so to speak, but finds you and singles you out as treating the poor bully badly – by asking them to stop. Wow.
But this happens every day in every school across the country. Kids are bullied and picked on, and when they stand up for themselves, often they are the ones punished. Or if they stand up for a friend, they are the bad guy, the criminal, and the true problem folk get off scott free. Happens online hourly.
Guess I’m good at attracting attention, eh? I have a feeling I could be in a room of 100 people, all saying the exact same things, same tone, same words, and I’d still be singled out. But that’s my issue, isn’t it?😉
Why Did You Move Here Then?
I’m tired of the people who move to a small town, a rural community, a mountain area because it’s so much better than living in the city, and within a month, they’re bored living there. They want to change street names, build yet another community center (because driving for half an hour is SUCH an inconvenience, yet they’d not blink twice at doing it in the city), want to bring store like Crate and Barrel into a small town where it wouldn’t thrive, and they complain about how they can’t find enough to fill their days, and they don’t know how to meet people.
Once again, personal issues that are not my problem, buy you suddenly make them my problem by insisting on changes to the community. These are the folks that go to community meeting, petition, all this stuff to bring things to the rural areas that really don’t belong there and most of the people don’t want. But they have tenacity, they keep being the squeaky wheel, and most often, they have a lot of money to make things happen. And then when those things happen, and changes are made, they move. Why? Because this place is to citified now. And then the businesses fail, and locals are left with empty eyesores that need to be torn down, but no one can afford to do so. Do us a favor, stay in the city in the first place. Please.
There Is No Such Thing as Libtards or Repubtards
I’m tired of people blaming everything on political parties without realizing it’s much much bigger than a few union reps or school teachers. If you’re still blaming individuals, or party lines, or best of all- blaming the president and his “black agenda” and focused on a birth certificate from overseas that doesn’t exist, congratulations. You are EXACTLY where the ruling elite of the country wants you to be, not actually paying attention to the REAL issues, the real state of the economy, the real state of the world. If they can keep baffling enough of you with bullshit, they won’t get a reenactment of the French Revolution in their lifetimes.
But seriously – do some damn research and stop blaming this side or that side for stuff. Stop taking the easy excuse, the easy lay of the blame, the lack of responsibility on your own part and learn something.
I have more, but now I really am physically tired. Time for some lunch.
Jim Wright is an excellent writer. You NEED to read his most recent post- it’s yet another reason why I am so disgusted this week.
I’m about to become a hermit. Seriously. People shouldn’t let me buy lottery tickets, because when I win, I’m gone.
I’m tired of this shaming culture we have now –
Shame men and tell them they are part of rape culture because they had the misfortune to be born with a penis – it automatically makes them a probable rapist. Uhh, No. It does not.
Shame women and tell them they are gold diggers or whores, just because they have the misfortune to be born with a vagina. Uhh, no. They are not.
Shame new parents, tell them how bad they are at the job of raising their kids, because they don’t do it EXACTLY as you do. Uhh no, they are not.
Shame teenagers – both for having sex before age 18, and those for not having sex until after 18. Not your damn business.
Shame children, for wanting to be children and run about, scream and play. Instead, try to regulate every minute of their day. Doesn’t work. Let them alone to play in the mud with sticks. They aren’t going to die without your eye on them 24/7.
Shame the low income person for having something nice they had before they became poor. Tell them they are lazy, and indigent, and basically worthless, all while treating them like crap when you have to deal with them as a hotel room cleaner, a waitress, any sort of service job. But then also expect good service with a smile, just taking the abuse? Not gonna happen.
Shame the person who has done well, act as if they are selfish and won’t share. That’s not every rich person. Some do more than you will ever know, but they don’t broadcast it, because they don’t need the acclaim to feel good about themselves.
Shame the fat for supposedly eating too much, shame the skinny for supposedly eating too little. Shame the young, the old, the healthy, the sick, shame everyone.
Treat everyone like they are pieces of dirt and scum, because somehow, that’s become the socially acceptable thing to do.
And complain. Complain about everything, especially to people who have no control over the situation whatsoever. Complain to the news station because you didn’t like the weather today, or this week. Complain because it snows or rains- then complain because it doesn’t. Act like people should or can control uncontrollable situations.
And don’t forget to speak like you are an authority on all things, especially when you have no clue what others are talking about.
Be a hypocrite as well – complain that deer eat your precious flowers, and poo all over your precious grass, but when a controlled hunt is discussed to keep herds healthy, vilify anyone for it cruel and heartless, killing the poor innocent animals that cannot defend themselves.
Keep treating other people like shit if that’s how you must roll. But stop being surprised when they stop taking it from you.
I can talk til I’m blue in the face, but the culture of the decent person appears to be gone, with the exception of a few hold outs. Keep on keepin’ on, holdouts. Once I’m over this ‘want to be a hermit” stage, I’ll be right back out there with you.
When faced with the choice between being theologically correct…as if this is even possible…and being morally responsible, I’ll go with morally responsible every time.
Mainly reposted because of the commenters who think life was so much different “back in the day”. No, it wasn’t. Out of control kids were still in stores, no, not every kid was getting smacked in public, and temper tantrums of toddlers know no specific era Stop romanticizing the past, folks.
To the fan I lost yesterday:
I don’t owe you an explanation, but I thought I’d offer one anyway. I do this more for your sake than mine. You see, maybe, as you later suggested, I was in a bad mood. Maybe I could have been a bit more polite about it. Maybe I’m more sensitive to it now that I have kids. Maybe I’m just sick of hearing these comments about parents. Maybe I know that my wife has to take the twins with her when she goes grocery shopping sometimes, so she could easily be on the receiving end of your sort of bullying. Maybe I took it personally.
Whatever the case, there I was, walking down the aisles of the grocery store looking for the ingredients for a new chili recipe I wanted to try. I heard the kid screaming from a distance; the whole store heard…
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