My mother asked me one time why I had become so cold hearted.. the “X” was tallied in the column of “She doesn’t know me”. It did make me step back and wonder if this is the way other people see me because inside I’m a whimpering basket of compassion and love so much that I often lose myself while being enmeshed in someone else’s pain. (edit note) I just deleted a paragraph rant.
Which brings me to the regular, horrible posts on Facebook about old people dying, skinny pets, dogs laying by caskets, mangled children and a myriad of other horrible things that happen to good people. I can’t stand it. I don’t read them and frequently I hide them from my news feed because every time someone comments, it shows back up at the top of my news feed. What is wrong with me or my better question…what is wrong with everyone else who actually reads them and passes them on. I can’t read this stuff…it goes right along with my inability to watch movies or TV where someone is shot up, bloodied up, uncomfortable or being abused…or wild animals eating other wild animals is so disturbing..well, other than snakes or gator abuse…I could probably stomach that…No offense you Florida Gator fans. I would seriously rather watch sex than violence on TV and at this age, I can’t really say that sounds like an appealing way to spend my evening.
Perhaps when I retire and get away from the craziness of what people intentionally do to each other and/or the horrible things that happen to good people, I will be more normal. But I wonder…
Until next time….