My grandmother used to tell me there was nothing like a little understanding. The older I get, the more I agree.
Here are some things that I wish people could/would understand:
- I don’t want to be in the job I’m currently in. Stop asking me why I’m working as an Administrative Assistant. I do it because we’ve got a child to provide for, bills to pay, and other grown-folk obligations. I have been looking for a job for almost 2 years. Don’t you think if I’d gotten a better offer by now, I’d be ghost?!?
- I am not going to buy a new car to get better gas mileage. A new car = a new car note. I am almost done paying for my truck. Anything I’d save by buying a more gas efficient car would be canceled out by a car note. What I am going to do is save my duckets and pay cash for a used, gas efficient vehicle.
- I locked my hair because I wanted to. I wish I had some deeper philosophical answer for you, that I could wax poetic about embracing my roots, bucking the system, becoming one with my follicles. But really, I wanted to, so I did. Some of that other stuff does come into play, but if you ask me this question, my answer is going to be “because I wanted to.” Now if you really want to discuss hair, that’s cool, I’m game. But if the sole purpose of your asking is so that you can tell me, “I would never do that to my hair,” you will get the aforementioned answer. And I can tell the difference between true curiosity and b.s.
- I don’t want any pork. Or beef. I do know what I’m missing. Pork and beef. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with eating either of them, truth be told. Most things, in moderation, are okay. I just don’t eat them. No matter how many ribs you wave in my face, how many sausage patties you think I should be consuming – it’s not happening. Spend your time and energy on other pursuits.
Thank you for allowing me to vent. I may be a little grouchy today, no?