The day dawned while I was still fast asleep.
Would have liked to keep it that way, but I could not. Things to do and people to see. Not to mention a plan has to be made with this constant bloody toothache! Suppose I’ll have to drink an anti-inflammatory with the antibiotics. And get some probiflora tablets to negate the effects of the anitbiotics – such fun dealing with other people’s uselessness!
What’s irked me this morning though – not the old man’s incessant barking at the garden engineer and the lawnmower. Or the little brown bitch’s constant licking under the desk where I’m sitting now – kind of like that dog in “Long Kiss Goodnight” If it’s not out by now, chances are it’s probably going to be stuck there for all time.
No. What’s irked me this morning is yet another bloke! Just a random – one of those from across the waters. I did not instigate the conversation, I never do, he did. And, last night, just before I went to bed, he asks me a question about my sex life. Right from left field! We’ve been chatting about family and heights and normal things and here comes this question!
In answer I tell him that I have no interest at all in his sex life and to please not be asking for naked pics – because that’s the inevitable road these kind of questions lead to. Been there, done that numerous times, learned my lesson well.
I get a reply this morning – I actually insulted him by my surmise that he would be asking for naked pics. I told him to go back and read his thread – then we’ll see who started the insulting. Do I know just how annoying I can be he asks me. Yes dude. I know exactly how annoying I can be. I know this because it’s a deliberate act. Begs me to give him a link to my blog. I’m adamant about that – I will not let people I know on a personal level, read my stuff. They will get offended, and then I will have to deal with the fall-out. This I told the dude, and this morning, after seeing just how easily he is offended, I told him that it was just as well he’s not reading my blog!!
I lay ground rules. He gets offended. What is it with people and honesty? I would much prefer to be told the truth, no matter how much it hurts – once it’s been told and dealt with, you can move right along. Why get defensive when you hear a truth you don’t want to though? And even if that’s normal human reaction, why pass the blame to the truth teller and not take it on your own shoulders, where it belongs?
And why, oh why, do I have to be asked those questions time and time again? Why can we not just have a normal conversation about all kinds of crap? Or does all roads eventually lead to sex?
I really don’t know why that has to be so. Really can’t see the reasoning for that. Maybe it’s something on cyber space. Maybe it’s just me.
What I do know is that, in being honest with them cuts no mustard. They don’t like it, and then they blame me for their guilt or whatever. Am I going to stop saying the things I do? Not quite. It really is the only way of separating the chaff from the wheat.
And on that note, let me leave you with a song and a joke, not in that order.
The Old Explorer
A young reporter went to a retirement home to interview an aged but legendary explorer. The reporter asked the old man to tell him the most frightening experience he had ever had.
The old explorer said, “Once I was hunting Bengal tigers in the jungles of India. I was on a narrow path and my faithful native gun bearer was behind me. Suddenly the largest tiger I have ever seen leaped onto the path in front of us. I turned to get my weapon only to find the native had fled. The tiger leaped toward me with a mighty ROARRRR! I just soiled myself.”
The reporter said, “Under those circumstances anyone would have done the same.”
The old explorer said, “No, not back then – just now when I went ””ROARRRR!”””