I'm detecting a theme here.... because today, I swear they emptied out the looney bin and turned them loose on the roadways. Did all of you just learn to drive? Why can't the idiots with their blinkers on for six miles hook up with the idiots who have no idea why they might ever need a turn signal so that MAYBE their offspring could figure out how to use that little stick thingy poking out of the steering column! Sweet Mary, Mother of God, how hard can it be? Let's do 90 in the slow lane or maybe 45 in the fast lane of a 70mph interstate - it seems to be the latest fad. And for the record, yes, that was me who almost missed the exit at Nolensville Pike this afternoon, but nobody was behind me and I didn't cut anybody off when I sailed across the zebra stripes because my brain apparently thought I should be going to Knoxville instead of picking up my kid after school. Mea Culpa.
I've never been good with expressing emotions. I always felt that emotions were a sign of weakness - part of being raised as my father's "son", I suppose. Lately I'm having a hard time bottling up those things that bubble up when people start flinging arrows and stones. Some I deserve. Others, less so. Innocent comments get taken out of context and used to further some cause. I make a genuine post about an overwhelming feeling I have, and someone turns it into an accusation, based on some sort of internet statistic that proves I've posted in response to something else. Frankly, I don't see the connection. I get angry more often than I used to, but I often feel like I've been kicked in the gut too. I'm not accustomed to that one. It usually brings tears. Intended kindnesses are perceived as attempts to control. And this post will be labeled as an attempt to send someone on a guilt trip - but hey - if the shoe fits, baby, wear it out.
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