I was supposed to have fun today. I’m not.
I woke up to rain this morning, which meant a day indulging my redneck parts was not meant to be. My parents, husband, and I were going to take my nephew up to Pocono Raceway to watch NASCAR qualifying and hang amongst my people.
Yes, I love NASCAR. I love racing. LOVE IT. But that’s not the point right now.
We decided to stay home, but still send The Kid to the in-laws for a few hours so that we could clean, do laundry, etc. You know, grown-up chores. Bah fucking humbug.
I’m annoyed. Not because I’m not having fun. OK, maybe that’s part of it.
I’m annoyed because I just read a blog post (yes, it counts as a chore because I say so) that pissed me off. It disappointed me.
Listen. I get that sometimes making fun of people is…well, fun. I get that we all think we can do things better than everyone else, that we have the solutions to every problem, blah blah blah. I can be just as mean as everyone else, if not meaner. Cruel, even.
But most of the time, I choose not to be that way. I give people the benefit of the doubt, recognize that not everyone is going to do things my way, believe in the same things I believe in, or do right by everyone 100% of the time. I choose to be as optimistic as I can. I choose to be as kind to people as I can be. Because it’s the right thing to do. Because it makes me feel better when I focus on positive things instead of the negative.
I started to comment on The Post That Pissed Me Off, but I deleted it. There’s no point. This person has cultivated a persona that supports and invites meanness. It makes me sad, but there’s nothing I can do about it.
All I can do, I suppose, is cultivate my own sunshine and rainbows to counter the darkness they put into the world.