It’s not you, it’s me

Ever notice that no matter what you do, someone, somewhere will ALWAYS turn it into something about them?  I write my blogs, and while sometimes there may be a grain of truth about someone, I never name them nor do I put their “crimes’ on front street.  And yet ,sometimes, it is just observation about what I see around me..nothing more.. Yet,I still  get snarky comments from people who are sure that its always about them.  What is it that makes people  ASSume that it’s always about them?  I mean, I have had conversations about Dorothy with friends before and so to have someone think that was written about them was just silly actually.  Same with other things I write.  Just a lil FYI….I write to clear my head..some days dealing with someone who has early stage dementia and gets pretty manic can take a lot out of me..I lose my patience and need a release before someone gets hurt.  I need to put things down so that I can see it in black and white and find a solution in among the thorns…I need to be able to find a way to just smell the flowers and not let it become a personal attack on myself.  Sometimes I don’t even publish it..it goes into a private spot and stays there…it’s about getting it out so I can think clearly and rationally.  I highly recommend it for anyone who needs someone to talk to and thinks they don’t have that.  Very cathartic.  So if by chance you happen to see something in a blog and think it sounds like you that I am speaking about..take a few moments and ask yourself why.  What is it that you hide from others that make you feel that way?  Check the mirror because I have not pilfered through your closets..I am not interested in the skeletons you may have hidden.  I have a life, am trying to find the balance in it in every moment of it, and you just are not on the list to placate and hold your hand saying..”am so sorry if you are butt hurt”…Because in reality…It’s all about ME…my feelings, MT thoughts, MY desires, dreams….And if you cannot accept that..my advice is to not read it, because as I said..I don’t have the time for the childishness of it.

PEACE OUT