I am a blogger.
It can be a drag sometimes because I, personally, haven’t made much of a living with, what has turned out to be, a full time job. With loads of overtime.
With blogging comes certain expectations.
One of which is diarrhea of the fingertips hitting the keys. Mind purging. Complaining. Tattle-tailing. Exposing too much. Spewing letters to make words that form stories of my life.
Which, for me, despite no money involved usually, it’s a good thing. I need a place to spill and feel validated. Because usually, it’s not my fault, it’s the other guys. OK, I’m kidding.
But really? That’s why I came here originally. I needed a place, my own place. Which, aren’t you so lucky, I share well.
And, as a blogger, I have a little something I’d like to get off my chest.
You see, I have NEVER, in all my life, had problems with my friends. I’m fairly easy going and very easy to get along with. I don’t care what I do or where I go unless I’m vehemently opposed to it. And as long as there is wine!
Admittedly, I’m awful at keeping in contact with people. It’s always been a fault of mine. And most of my friends know this about me so they’ll call me and remind me that they are still around. Sometimes, all it takes is a little kind reminder every now and again.
99.9% of my friends don’t take it personally. They know that I love them.
I don’t do drama.
I never got involved with the whole “she said WHAT?!” stuff back when I was in high school and I certainly stay away from it as a very mature adult. OK, minus the mature.
I am very lucky because my friends, both online and the ones I see often, they are pretty drama free. We support each other, we’re there for each other and we let each other know when we think there is asshole-ishness being done.
Well, most of my friends are like that anyway.
There are a few who seem to still be stuck in high school with the whole talking behind backs and unfriending without any apparent reason.
That’s fine. If that’s how they want to behave, go ahead. By all means, talk and ignore all you want.
No skin off my butt. And believe me, I have a ton of skin of my very large butt. Shh…no really, I do.
There are no hurt feelings over on my end. I promise.
For some reason, I believe there must be hurt feelings over on the other side. But, when I don’t know what it is I’ve done to the offended party because of the ignore button being hit, then I just have to shrug my shoulders and go about my business.
Friendship shouldn’t come with so much eggshell walking and tip toeing. It should be easy.
Too many other things in life that comes with a lot of work. Kids, marriage, mortgage.
If a friendship becomes a drama infested problem then perhaps it wasn’t really a friendship to begin with? And that’s fine too. It is what it is.
I’m just SO not like that. If I have a problem with someone, I usually bring it up with them.
I like to save the drama for when I’m yelling at my kids to clean their room and do their homework or for my husband…just because. And man, I could win quite the award for loudest actress.
Drama is stupid. It really is. Both in real life and on the interwebs.
It’s SO not worth the heartache and stress it causes.
Like we tell our kids, use your words.