I am just going to have to start carrying around a steno pad or one of those little memo pads they use on Law & Order. Because all weekend long the husband and I had marvelous conversations that spurred great blog post ideas in me. Yet now that Monday is here I don’t remember any of them. Not a one. And so we’re stuck with this incredibly lame thing.
I want very much to write about what it is like to have mean people in your life, people who think it’s funny to tear you down and funny to pounce on any perceived weakness. I want to write about how it is to try to make something of yourself when that sort of tiger waits for you in the trees. But I can’t help but know that as soon as that person reads this they will once again do or say something mean in the guise of being funny.
It isn’t funny.
You shouldn’t have to live your life as if you are forever in Marine boot camp, with the drill sergeant breathing down your neck.
Just Another Pretty Farce 
There is a person in my life that, well, I almost wrote “scares the shit out of me”, but the truth is, I am not afraid of them. I just wish they would stop stalking me around the internet, and taking every chance they can to make my life miserable.
In one year and twenty nine days, she will have far less power to make my life miserable, I just keep looking forward to that day. But I can so totally relate to what you’ve said her. I’ll have to watch my back with her as long as I live, and I don’t think I should have to live like that (nor should anyone else.)
That’s pretty lousy for both of you.
Well, much of world is worrying about surviving the next 24 hours or so. A little perspective on your first world problems, there.
Everyone…everyone…has problems. Some are more dire than others.
That doesn’t mean my problems or Ivy’s or yours are any less troubling to those sho experience them.
It’s a form of bullying to belittle the concerns of others.
Hahaha, it cracks me up when people are like, “you think you have problems? People in (insert someplace where people are starving) are starving! People in (insert someplace where people are at war) are dying!” And yep, that completely sucks.
But that doesn’t make what someone else is struggling with, any easier for them. I can name 5 people right now that have problems that are worse than mine. That does not help my situation at all.
Anyway, “meh”, it’s awesome that you’d take a few moments of your obviously joy-filled day to share the good news that we have first world problems with us. 😀
My comments were not aimed at you, Ivy, though perhaps it’s telling that you immediately assumed them to be.
And yes, my own life is pretty good. Reminding myself of that gets me through the mass of petty bullshit that comes every working day.
“any less troubling”
I’m suggesting precisely that the fact of mean people on the Internet or in your daily life should trouble you a lot less than war, poverty, and genuine, systemic oppression. It stands as a valid point. No, it’s not original, but neither was your complaint.
Heh, meh. The way I saw it, either you were aiming it at me or you were aiming it at my friend Kat. I stick up for my friends. 🙂