It’s amazing how many things can change in a year.
Looking back through my journals (briefly, of course, as not to embarrass myself), I notice names, places, and activities I used to take part in that are no longer part of my life. Sometimes it’s a relief that certain people and things are out of my life and sometimes it’s saddening.
For example: piano used to be an enormous part of my life. I still treasure music and my ability to make it, but my new “thing” is roller skating now. I feel more passionately about it.
This time, last year, I was in adult ed. I am 98% thankful that, that part of my life is over. The only reason I’m happy that it happened is because of a specific teacher I met through the program that truly inspired me and pushed me academically and emotionally.
You see, there was an individual in my adult education program that I truly despised. This individual told me that blueberries were not actually blue. This individual was sure of this fact because she had a blueberry field in her backyard! By this logic, if I have a cocker spaniel, I should automatically be an expert on cocker spaniels and probably be a veterinarian, too. This person told the class that blueberries aren’t blue, that they are actually black (which they can be, for anyone who is thinking she’s right), red (when they aren’t ripe, yes), green (again, same as red), and purple! Basically, blueberries, in this woman’s eyes, are anything but blue. But! When the insecticide planes fly over the fields, it turns the blueberries blue!
There are many flaws in this woman’s “logic”. You’re probably thinking, “If this happened a year ago, why do you feel so passionately on the subject? Why do you hate this woman so much?”
I WILL TELL YOU.
Back in my Adult Education days, I added this individual on Facebook. For me, facebook has been a numbers game. I add people I like and dislike simply because I want more friends to impress my friends. I realize how pathetic this is, now, and that toxic people deserve to be nowhere near me.
Recently, this individual made a post on facebook. It was a picture of their daughter throwing up.
And for any new reader or any reader that has forgotten, I am terribly phobic of throwing up. I am living in a dorm, now, and I am having a particularly difficult time with dorm life this time of year because of germs and all of that fun stuff. This individual knows I am phobic of throwing up.
Allow me to clarify that I do know that people (idiots) post about being sick on facebook and that I know these posts aren’t personal attacks on me. Ordinarily, I will just hide these people on my newsfeed or unfollow them so they won’t show up on my newsfeed. If someone is going to post about their ebola, chances are they will do it again. Ignorance is bliss.
But this post felt like a personal attack. When your young child is sick, what makes you think that it’s okay to stop, watch your kid get sick, and take a damn picture?
Parenting: you’re doing it wrong.
The caption is what made the post. It went along the lines of “Just to offend sum of u…______ throwing up in her new sofia the first bucket.”
You must be so proud.
Personally, I feel that this particular individual is incredibly insecure. She is a woman who got “teen pregnant”, she’s incredibly bitter about life and towards men. The sad thing is, this woman is responsible for all of the unfortunate happenings in her life and she cannot handle seeing other people try harder, and be better than her.
If an individual is prettier than her they must have an attitude and therefore need to be brought down a peg or three. If an individual is doing well, they must have had everything handed to them. This is this individual’s messed up way of thinking. I truly hope something happens that knocks some sense into this individual. It is people like her that disappoint me and make me cringe.
I’m sorry that I left adult education, graduated with my GED, started working on myself on an emotional level, started accepting my flaws, put my ass into gear, started taking life seriously at a young age, and got into college? Sorry that I didn’t treat my body as if it were disposable, had unprotected sex which led to a child, not have self respect, that I hold myself to a higher standard, that I try to meet good men, and that my life is more exciting than trying to make other people miserable.