I really, really, really don’t like fake people.
I don’t like people who think they are better than me, or my husband, or that their kid(s) are better/cuter/smarter/whatever than mine.
I don’t like people who act like their ‘position’ in life makes them better than me. I don’t like people who think that their talents/abilities/fact that they almsot have a degree/have travleed the world/whatever make them better than me.
I don’t like when people act like they are friends with me [or with anyone, for that matter] and then turn around and act like I/they don’t exist.
I don’t like people who think that they know how to raise my child better than I do. I don’t like when people tell other people that the way they are raising their child is wrong. Especially since they aren’t the ones who carried the child for 9 months.
I am an honest person. I love as deep as I can, give as much as I can, go as far as I can. And it really totally and completely ticks me off to be taken advantage of. I think I’ve fallen into that trap dozens upon dozens of times before. I try so hard to go the extra mile and just do for people without expecting anything in return. I don’t ask for anything. I don’t expect anything. I don’t want anything. Seriously. I give just for the sake of giving. I enjoy doing for other people.
Maybe because I didn’t meet a lot of people or know a lot of people growing up that just did for anyone else because they wanted to. I do remember my parents stressing to me growing up how important it is to do for people because we can. Growing up having been literally homeless on more than one occasion [our house burned down-4 times-not homeless due to lack of money] I remember a handful of people giving to us and helping us get back on our feet just because they wanted to. But I remember a heck of a lot more people giving and then alter expecting us to give it back. That isn’t the way that it works.
Anyway. The whole giving thing isn’t the point. I digress.
I am a good person. I am one of the most loyal people you will ever meet, and if you take them time to get to know me…the real me, you will find that out. I am a whole-hearted person. Ask my husband. Everything I do, everyone I love, I do it with every ounce of my being. I throw everything I have into friendships, relationships, work, hobbies, this blog. I feel like if I have the desire to do it, then it needs to be done right. If I am going to have a relationship or friendship with someone, then the time and the effort needs to be put in to grow that relationship.
I guess this post is just my way of ranting and venting a little bit. I needed an outlet to let out some frustration. People just frustrate me. Maybe that’s why I’m better in the blogosphere. Because I don’t feel like I am being judged, looked down on, or dealing with a bunch of totally fake people. I can read people really well. I can look at someone during a conversation and tell when they are actually concerned with what’s going on or if they are just putting up a front…pretending you are worth their time. And I don’t like when people judge me. Or judge my husband. Or especially judge or compare my son with their kid.
I think I’m more touchy about someone judging my husband than I am when they judge me. Not that hubby can’t hold his own, because he can. But it’s a respect thing. My husband is no better than yours [ok well, I think he’s the greatest ever…but most of you probably feel that way about your husbands too] But he’s a good man. A man who owns up to his mistakes, admits flaws, works harder than most anyone you will meet and still manages to balance marriage & being a kick-butt daddy. My husband isn’t perfect. He never said he was. But yours isn’t either. Just because he holds a ‘title’ or ‘job position’ doesn’t mean jack. Not to me, not to a whole lot of anyone, and especially not to him. Hubby & I are happy and in a healthy, communicative relationship. He never, ever doubts what I want to do, and he encourages everything I do each step of the way. Hubby has been all over the world, served 6 years in the Navy, overseas away from his family, worked for everything he has and never takes a handout. STOP acting like what you’ve got is so much better.
I just despise pretending. I don’t pretend. I never have. What you see, what you hear, what I say, what I do…it’s me. The real me. I don’t do controversy. I left stupid, petty, insignificant drama behind in Junior High. I don’t need it, want it, or have time for it. I’m not going to argue or fight or even bother with discussing it. I’m just done. Period. Completely and totally done. This is me. This is who I am and I don’t care if you like me or not. I don’t care what you have. I don’t care if you think I’m a good mom, or a good photographer, or crafty enough, or smart enough, or organized enough, or a good wife, or a good cook, or a good whatever it is that you think I have to be to fit into your little ‘realm’ of living. I am me. That’s it. 🙂 And now I’m done ranting.