Showing posts with label Watermelon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Watermelon. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

My Watermelon






This is my post to get my mind off another blog post that is bothering me today. I'd link it but there's no reason to. No one reads my blog. (and possibly his) anyways.

My pictures are of my adorable daughter K. Isn't she a cutie? Head to toe watermelon attire. I guess I am one of "those" moms that delight in dressing up their child while I look like a slob. It'd be a true assessment I suppose. I tend to think that most stuff look better on a 4 year old than on a 38 year old. Especially if its fruit or any theme. I think it is probably a good thing adults don't go around wearing themed clothing. Oh wait. Maybe you do? Sorry.

Which lead me to my real post. I'm upset. A friend of mine posted on his blog "Things that bug" and encouraged everyone to write in things that bug them. Unfortunately I probably ruined his post and his fun by condemning the idea of stating publicly what one hates about others.

Its an interesting matter. Its fun to talk about the little quirks that bother you. Its fun to rant about the various things people dislike because there are so many. Isn't it good to share these things, to allow people to get to know you better? Isn't it best to voice these things instead of silently think of them?

I don't know.

I do know that often when posts like that which asks what are your pet peeves are on discussion boards, the thread starts off fun and humorous but somewhere along the way feelings can get hurt. I realize that one can't please everyone but does it help or hinder a real community when one is trying to keep track of what offends this person and what this person hates or likes.

So now I have been going about my day a bit scared of interaction with others. Its a bit silly, i know. Who cares what others think of me? But I do care. Who cares if what I say offends someone but should I care?

I desire to be inclusive. I desire to foster community. To me, and in full disclosure I am a very sensitive person and I do realize that its all my fault and not his for taking offense at his comments, but to me having others in community list things that bug them can only be a bad thing. Again, I realize I'm too sensitive. I realize that most adults will realize that they can't please everyone and just allow that person to be bugged but I am a person who will take note of what a person likes and dislikes.
And if 10 people chime in "oh yeah, I hate that! People that do that are so dumb "or fill in the adjective. And there's a person that does that and has been doing that and now realizes wow..... so everyone thinks that of me? It hurts.

My friend listed a few benign things that bug him. Unfortunately it seemed to sear me. I'm guilty of half his list. I say "People say" or "they say"... Or making fun of how a person prays. I pray horribly out loud, which is why I don't pray out loud any more. But if we are in community and are supposed to be taking risks and want community to be a safe place to take those risks and get to know others freely, is it helpful to think that others may judge me if I pray badly or if I say the word "just" or if I show up with a casserole for potluck? How can we enjoy community and each other if we are so concerned with others judging us? Of course, I do realize that others bug me too. It is inevitable to bug others, but is it right to remind people that they bug you?

Back to my watermelon girl. You may hate looking at a kid with a fruit theme on. You may think I'm a fruitcake for buying the outfit in the first place. Would you tell that to my face? What if I read it on a friends blog? What if 20 people chimed in saying that irks them too? How would I feel?

I want to never pray out loud again. I want to hide and never do anything to offend another person again, yet I know thats not possible. And now I know that even though people don't verbalize what they truly think, they are still thinking it. Does that encourage community either?

I'm at a loss. I just want to go and hide.