All I want is for them to leave me alone.
If some people out there don't like me, I'm sorry, but that's how it works in real life too.
That's no reason to be harassed, insulted, called names, picked apart, and treated like I'm less than human.
No one has ever offered an apology for any of that behavior.
I'm expected to sit quietly and take the abuse.
I won't do that.
I'm no victim.
But is it too much to ask them to leave me alone?
It appears to be so.
They seem to take great pleasure in pointing out how hideous they think I am.
They don't know me.
I know me.
My friends know me.
As a wise woman once said, "Those who matter don't mind, and those who mind don't matter."
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It's horrible, J, isn't it? I hate all the finger pointing and nastiness, insults that get thrown around at times.
As non religious as I am it always reminds me of that story (I may be rusty on this, bear with me) about the man waiting for a message from God. The man meets various people that need his help, food, shelter, comfort, and he turns them away because he's too busy waiting for something heavenly to appear to him. In the end God tells him he came to the man many times, in many forms and was turned away, because they were God's people, and in turning them away he was turning God away, too.
Does that makes sense? The harrassment and hostility makes me think of that story because I wonder sometimes, when people are nasty or mean, if Mayo feels it too. I wonder if it hurts him that people can be so horrid in the place he leaves open for them to express themselves and share. I'm not comparing Mayo to God, it's just the way my mind works. Anyway, good day to you, J, fingers crossed next time you pop by will be more pleasant.
I'll cheers to that J.
*tips her glass*
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