I did get a few things accomplished lately.
I made it to the gym and made myself sore.
I did a butt-load of laundry.
Did some cleaning and some fixing.
Hung some curtains added air freshener….
So, things are improving. Or really it is just me getting onto the improving.
I had dinner with friends and co-workers Friday nite.
I had dinner with different friends and different co-workers Saturday nite.
I have two very different jobs. So, I have two separate sets of friends and co-workers.
There is excitement and love happening all around.
There is a lot of turmoil as well.
I just observe. I really don’t share much of my life.
I can tell them how we are planning a mini-vacation. Relate the trials and the tribulations of being with this dog. And I can show pictures that are on my phone.
Most of these people really don’t know much about me. I don’t want them to be involved in my life. There is so very much I consider personal. Private by my own definition. Not a popular definition – probably not the Webster’s definition either.
The over-sharing that is such a part of our society and our culture these days is not for me. Why would I want to know so much about someone’s movements? I don’t care when you took the trash out – where you had dinner – how much you spent on the dinner – or how funny the waiter was. I really don’t care.
I don’t quite understand why anyone would want to know all this. Really I don’t.
Just like I don’t want to know when the last the time you were intimate with your partner and those sordid details. I can’t help you with your relationship issues please keep those secrets to yourself too. And don’t ask – I will not share those aspects of my life with you. Or anyone other than my husband. It is truly not your concern.
We can talk about the weather, new government policies, paint colors, good dogs and bad dogs, college tuition, muscle cars or environmental disasters. I am fully capable of holding my own on any of those topics. And quite happy to discuss them.
Stay out of my bedroom and keep your nosey questions out of my life. You were not invited.
Hmmm… sounds a little bitchy don’t it?
I made it to the gym and made myself sore.
I did a butt-load of laundry.
Did some cleaning and some fixing.
Hung some curtains added air freshener….
So, things are improving. Or really it is just me getting onto the improving.
I had dinner with friends and co-workers Friday nite.
I had dinner with different friends and different co-workers Saturday nite.
I have two very different jobs. So, I have two separate sets of friends and co-workers.
There is excitement and love happening all around.
There is a lot of turmoil as well.
I just observe. I really don’t share much of my life.
I can tell them how we are planning a mini-vacation. Relate the trials and the tribulations of being with this dog. And I can show pictures that are on my phone.
Most of these people really don’t know much about me. I don’t want them to be involved in my life. There is so very much I consider personal. Private by my own definition. Not a popular definition – probably not the Webster’s definition either.
The over-sharing that is such a part of our society and our culture these days is not for me. Why would I want to know so much about someone’s movements? I don’t care when you took the trash out – where you had dinner – how much you spent on the dinner – or how funny the waiter was. I really don’t care.
I don’t quite understand why anyone would want to know all this. Really I don’t.
Just like I don’t want to know when the last the time you were intimate with your partner and those sordid details. I can’t help you with your relationship issues please keep those secrets to yourself too. And don’t ask – I will not share those aspects of my life with you. Or anyone other than my husband. It is truly not your concern.
We can talk about the weather, new government policies, paint colors, good dogs and bad dogs, college tuition, muscle cars or environmental disasters. I am fully capable of holding my own on any of those topics. And quite happy to discuss them.
Stay out of my bedroom and keep your nosey questions out of my life. You were not invited.
Hmmm… sounds a little bitchy don’t it?
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