I’ve never been one to thrive on cryptic status messages and song lyrics.
Well, that’s not entirely true. There were days years ago where I posted quotes in Italian and talked in code like nobody could Google.
I was getting the weirds out, ok? We didn’t have the internets in my youths.
What I’m saying is, were I currently given to posting cryptic mystery messages and provoking curiosity, I totally could.
I could say, “You’re so wrong,” or talk about regret and holding grudges. I could passive aggress my way around every issue and I could make the point for anyone who was in the loop. I could never name names and still hit nerves.
But you know what? I did that shit in high school.
There are people I was thick as thieves with in high school who I would inconvenience myself now to avoid. People I rode backroads with and snuck wine coolers and Marlboro Lights, who have turned into Bible thumping Republican pageant moms.
So I choose to stay clear of them. I would rather sit home and make doilies than surround myself with people who pain me.
The same goes for organizations who are comprised of people who just enjoy the power they think they have.
And here’s where I get real.
I understand, folks. Maybe you don’t like my husband. Maybe you think he’s an arrogant prick. That’s ok. He’s my arrogant prick. While it’s his choice to allow people to treat him however, I don’t have to stand for it and I won’t. My children will see that I don’t approve of people who exclude others because of hearsay. Or wrongs so old no one even really remembers them.
I get that I am just one person. I’m not a big loss. But I am what I am. And it’s not okay for you to play with people I love.
So….basically all that stuff I just said about how I’m not going to be cryptic and mysterious?