Judging You For Judging Me…

Okay, World, I’ve been watching you watching me. I have to say, it’s pretty interesting. My social media page is filled with a variety of things. It is a real reflection of what is going on inside of my very blonde head. Scary, I know. Some people probably get whiplash when they watch me jump from topic to topic. I don’t blame them. I’ve given myself a headache from time to time.

Witty sayings from my kids are a big hit. People find my four boys amusing. As do I. Right up until I don’t. Which is usually somewhere around the time one of them is doing something life-threatening. I have had to actually say the words, “Please, stop antagonizing the alligator at the pond.” You would think some things go without saying. Apparently not.

I’m not gonna lie—I was pretty happy with all the “likes” I received when I posted a picture of me in my wedding dress twenty years after the fact. Yes, it still fits. I kind of like that quite a bit myself. Of course, given the fact that I’m forever keeping up with the shenanigans of the previously mentioned kiddos, it’s really not that hard to pull off.

My commentary about celebrity culture is pretty popular. I tend to be sarcastic. Particularly about this subject matter.  It isn’t hard to do when you are throwing out names like Kardashian.

Even my religious postings go over fairly well. I’ll be the first to say that’s probably because I haven’t launched into any deep theological discussions. But, still, my faith is out there on full display. And I’ve never been attacked for it. Yet.

The one area where things get a little dicey is politics. I’ve gotten some flak. Sometimes it’s direct. A few intense conversations have occurred from time to time. Sometimes it’s indirect. It usually goes something like this. I post about the atrocity of Obamacare and the next thing I know snarky little comments pop up in my newsfeed  insinuating people should keep their political views off of Facebook. As uncomfortable as in your face confrontation can be at times I far prefer it to these sneaky little jabs. You know why? Because all of this talk about the need for silence when the topic turns to politics bothers me. A lot.

Yes, I’ve seen y’all  judging me. You want to know something? I’m judging you for judging me.  You’re darn straight I’ve been posting about the Affordable Care Act. Which, incidentally, is not affordable at all. And I’m not just talking about money here. The price this country is going to pay for this despicable piece of legislation is astronomical. More than I can even begin to comprehend. That we are not all screaming from the rooftops is appalling. And this is only one topic of many about which we should be knowledgeable and vocal. That you are neither of these things is offensive to me.  The fact that you are calling me out for doing what we should all be doing is even more offensive.

For the most part we Americans have the remarkable ability to ignore all of the horrors that are occurring. The truth is my social media world is pretty small in the great scheme of things. But if this is happening in my little Facebook bubble then it’s probably happening everywhere. And I can’t help but wonder if that’s how we got into this whole mess in the first place. How can we be so willingly blind?

Just for kicks I once did a little research on the word apathy, and I found some interesting statements on Wikipedia. “Apathy is described as a result of the individual feeling they do not possess the level of skill required to confront a challenge. It may also be a result of perceiving no challenge at all…they have learned helplessness.”

Learned helplessness. These words strike deep.

This country of ours was founded by the people, for the people. We really do hold the power here. But many have become overwhelmed by the corruption in our government, and have chosen to lay their power down. It turns out freedom requires a heck of a lot of hard work. And we’ve got celebrity sex tapes to discuss. We can’t be bothered with the challenges of responsible citizenship.

Even worse—with all the rhetoric being thrown around about tolerance and being politically correct—the vision of many others has become blurred to the harsh truths about the world in which we live. We perceive no challenge at all. Reality check. Just because we refuse to acknowledge our enemy does not make him our friend. It just makes us clueless.

The good thing about learned behaviors is they can be unlearned. Maybe you don’t care that I’m judging you.  But I’m not the only one passing down a verdict on your actions…or rather your inactions. History will judge you as well. And it’s not going to be gentle.



Let’s discuss expectations…

Well, I’m off to a pretty good start. My first entry has received some pretty solid feedback. I can’t tell you how grateful I am that you took time out of your busy life to listen to the ranting of a crazy, blonde chick. But I know it can be hard to tell what a blog is going to be about from one post. So just in case you’re wondering where I’m going with this, I’m going to clue you in about what to expect.

I will be talking about my family. Especially my kids. Because, really, that’s a requirement of being a mom. They have to invade every single aspect of my life. If I can’t even go the bathroom to escape them, then there’s no way they’re not going to end up here. However, I hope to really explore things in our society that impact and shape my family. Good and bad.

Politics will definitely find it’s way into the conversation. Frequently.  It’s either vent here or hire a therapist. And I have mentioned I have four kids, right? (See, I told you they’ll keep creeping in everywhere.) Counseling is not in our family budget, so I’m being forced to find another outlet for all my frustrations with the way our “leadership” is handling the reigns of our country. Lucky, lucky you. I’ll be the first to say that trying to sift through all the rhetoric and lies being thrown around is a big job. But we have to do it. This country of ours is not just a place. It’s a republic. That’s been blood bought.

You should probably be forewarned that football is going to crop up frequently. I’m a fan. And I’m the only woman living in a house with five members of the male species. Being fluent in sports speak is necessary for survival.

My love affair with words will not go unmentioned. I read. Voraciously. I listen. Intently.  And good words, beautifully placed together, always provoke a response. No doubt, you’ll hear all about it.

God plays the most important role in my life. However, this isn’t a podium for me to preach. Faith is deep and wide. It overtakes. Please be aware my worldview will shape every single topic I’ve already mentioned.

And, finally, the last thing you need to know is I will try my best to be real. I’m a big fan of being my authentic self. Just ask the guy from my local McDonald’s. I had to take a child to an early football practice this morning, and I was craving a hash round so I swung into the drive thru on my way home. Did I mention I crawled out of bed to head out for this little venture? Straight. Out. Of. Bed. Poor man. He’s probably still traumatized.