I woke up this morning…long before sunrise, feeling like I might find some answers to the problems I face…if only I sit down and write it all out. So here I am, tapping away at my keyboard with a thousand-and-one thoughts in my head. I know my time is limited; my husband and Baby will soon be waking to watch our Saturday morning cartoons en espanol. It’s one of my favorite things that we all do together. Simple…yet priceless.
So now…with those few words behind me, I am left only with the problems I am trying to work out in my life. I find they are too many to list in one sitting, so I am back to life’s little annoyances that have occurred these past few weeks. I want to kick myself for jumping too soon last year, too soon into something we thought, at the time, might be a good thing for our family.
Almost a year later, we are happy for what brought us to such a scene but not so much the scene itself. You see, when you have a very impressionable toddler you have to watch yourself…and others, every minute; she picks up on everything. You have to know that the example you’re setting and allowing others to set around her, especially the language being used, is something that cannot be unlearned.
Which brings me to my first little ‘bother’–
We were caught completely off-guard when someone we had the utmost respect for; someone who had always respected us and our little’n, started dropping F-bombs right within ear shot. We had no escape, nor did we have a chance to cover Baby’s ears. It was completely out of left field. This person is a leader, or so we thought. But I guess we are all, plain and simple, only human.
So I guess the question is: Do we need to contiunue putting ourselves in such situations? I know the answer.
Though the rudeness didn’t stop there…no siree! Just this past week, we were completely disrespected by a horrible person, who doesn’t seem to like anyone…so we never thought much about him not saying a lot to us. Well, he made up for it when he cursed and yelled at my husband over a TV ((?) Get a life, you old fart!), while Hubby attempted to serve himself from a buffet to which I had contributed; which, if I may add, was placed right in front of the damn TV! What nerve…the arse!
Needless to say, we didn’t expect to be treated that way in a place that claims to be a ‘friendly and family oriented’. We now feel like we’ve been led into the wolf’s den, and we’re not too eager to be a part of it. Even still, I have to say that most of the folks in this ‘place’ are really great and nice people; We even received a few apologies from the decent folks who witnessed the ignorant behavior.
My daddy always told me that rudeness is just ingorance in disquise. I have to agree!
So, here we are: not too eager to be walking into the wolf’s den any more. We have to protect our family, ourselves, and what rightfully is ours…bought and paid for. So now, I think I have the answer I’ve been looking for.
Ask yourself… What would you do?
*Life is just too short*
It’s always exciting, though sometimes a bit scary, to be the new kid on the block…at school…or in a group. But after a while, the new just sort of wears off and you’re either left with friends or acqaintances, a few anoyances or unlikely enemies, perhaps a little of both. If you’re lucky, you’ll find a good group of folks who really do like you; aside from just a few people who really don’t like anyone at all.
Either way, it’s all part of life. And life, as most of us have come to realize, is more-often a challenge than a down hill slide (a good one). So…this leads me to why I am writing this in the first place. Well….I guess, like other bloggers, I hope someone might read this and feel some sense of relief that they aren’t alone when it comes to feeling like a bit of an outcast at times, feeling like ‘high school’ never really ends, and like we’re never going to find that ‘one group of friends’ who truly like us for who we are and not what we have in the way of material things or social status.
It’s a given: people (followers I refer to as ‘sheeple’) are shallow, they are attracted to pretty…powerful…perfect…strong individuals, or the image of such. I’ve never been good at faking it; I’m a ‘what you see is what you get’ kind of gal. And…because of this realistic approach to people and life, I’ve often not had too many friends. Then again, I’ve often been told I’m a bit pouty and often look a bit pissed-off. In truth, like most people who are new to something, I’m just guarded and scared.
Honestly, when I ask myself, I get the same answer: I like most people more often than they deserve being liked. I give them the benefit of the doubt…so to speak. In the end, especially when I jump too soon, the truth comes crashing all around me when those so-called friends do me wrong or start flaking all over the place. They *gasp* discover I am a real person…with real problems, and I don’t have time to kiss their arse…nor do I want to.
Friends are friends, good…bad…or ugly. If you bond with someone, chances are, you’ll be friends for a very long time; real friends…no flakes or fakes. So, you may wonder why I’m writing this little ditty. Well, I guess I’m feeling a little left out in certain areas of my life. I feel the new has worn off in certain groups and I miss being new and popular. It’s great to be greeted with a smile…to be a mystery to folks…new and still interesting. I’m hoping this is all a phase and it’ll all go back to the way it was before the new wore off: Hubby and I being embraced by folks in our group. In fact, we like them all and we miss their smiles. And that’s the truth! : P