What has happened to the world? Am I just getting old and intolerant?
One thing I love about blogging, and there are many things I love about it, but those of you who come here to read my posts and comment, while we’re not all of the same political persuasion, religion . . heck, some of us may not have much in common at all, but it is rare that I get rude comments on the blog. I do get some rude emails but it’s mostly from people who have happened on one post, are new to my blog and disagree vehemently with what I’ve said. For the most part, I consider so many of you good friends, and friends (or not) should be able to disagree kindly and walk away without hurt feelings.
Yesterday, on a Facebook group, someone said something that I didn’t even see but it was something someone didn’t agree with and they called her a horrible name . . on Facebook! There was a time when people might think it but definitely not write it for the world to see.
There was a bit of chaos in the group because some thought it was wrong, some thought it was free speech and didn’t want to be censored. I left the group. If I cannot go to a knitting group and read the posts/comments without seeing those kinds of words used, especially calling someone a bad word, I don’t want to be a part of it.
I went to bed thinking . . this is why I live out in the woods and have little personal interaction with other people. The more I’m around people, whether it be online groups, or in person, the more I want to stay at home and have our privacy and be left alone. Is that healthy? I don’t know . . I feel pretty healthy if the spiders would leave me alone.
So, why did we move to a place in the woods, to be not right on top of other people, put up with snakes, scorpions, spiders and the like . . only to put myself in a group on Facebook where that kind of behavior is not only tolerated but accepted? Every day I feel less and less desire to be a part of a group of any kind.
Then, I got up, was reading news this morning and saw where, amid all the ice cream licking, a fast food Mexican restaurant employee was licking the taco shells before making tacos. I don’t even know what to say. They obviously have no respect for their job or paycheck, or anyone else. That’s it . . no respect for anyone or anything, not even themselves. I already have a hard time eating out because I wonder if the employees wash their hands after going to the bathroom . . and all kinds of other things. Now this! I’ll never be able to eat out again but that doesn’t bother me too much. Vince and I were talking the other day and said there are only three places in town where we’ll eat – Chick-Fil-A, Diamond R in Zephyr (with the good hamburgers and fish) and the new taco place in town.
I’m finishing up this post and laughing at myself. My grandma was very opinionated and would say anything to anyone. You know where I got it, right? My dad’s mom had a little mobile home, not much bigger than a small RV, and she had it parked up in Many, LA. My parents had a place at the lake about 20 miles from there. There was a guy that I sometimes went out with who lived in Many so I’d go stay with Granny every time I was in town so he and I could go out.
It was not Neil Armstrong, but some subsequent space trip . . I would not have been dating or driving to Many by myself in 1969 . . but I had gone out with this guy and he had come inside Granny’s mobile home afterwards. Bless his heart. Granny would always sit up and wait for us and stay awake til he left . . being a good chaperone to her granddaughter! I’d probably do the same with Addie. The TV was on and there was something about space landings . . I don’t remember the details. Granny said “You know they can’t send a man to the moon! They probably have him hid out in Texas somewhere and they’re just telling us he’s on the moon!” My friend looked at me and I whispered “just agree with her”. I think he said something like “maybe!”
So . . whether you agree with me or not about the world seemingly coming unglued . . just smile and say “maybe!” 🙂