Of going against the grain

Huffy, finicky, persnickety, anal-retentive me.

Oh woe of woes. Calamity. Alas and alack.

It's hard being misunderstood I tell you. You keep to the rules and you're not a threat. You play by the contstrains of polite society and you're a stick. You cut others slack and they walk all over you. You give others the cut direct for being rude . . . and you're the heinous bastard. Sometimes it's much safer to just stay in. And wallow in your misery and self-pity as you rock on your heels (while clutching your head), moaning to yourself, What does this all mean?!?

At which point, the saner more jaded part of your mind will calmly state, It means you're an idiot.

Then you step out of the house with a new attitude--or a makeover to take care of the puffy eyes--and a determination to not be such a weakling. Which you curiously aren't . . . You dispense with empty vacillations and stood firm to your decisions. You keep to principles. You nip things in the bud before they could grow to an entirely new set of problems, issues or dramas. And you still get to be called a heinous bastard.

We are people. People with various interest, ethics and other countless idiosyncrasies that makes us, us. In theory it sounds good but hardly anyone places much stock in mutual respect of each others' differences.

Which is why you get people who owe you money but dither--or sometimes never--paying up.

You get people who haven't seen you in ages and yet greet you with "You've put on weight!/You're fat!" as their way of greeting. To you gentle readers, when faced with jerks like these try to reply with "Ohmigaawd! You, too!" Let me know what reaction was displayed. I am most curious.

You get morons who can't seem to say anything nice . . . constantly carping away about how inadequate or strange or 'just-plain-wrong' you are.

You get come-latelies who have to spout on and on about how grand they are as they're extolling abot the virtues of their company's new laptop, or company credit card . . .

It all goes on and on and on. Ad infinitum, ad nauseum. Wash, rinse . . . repeat.

I've always endeavoured to go against the grain most of the time. Being practical however, it doesn't mean I won't conform when the choice will benefit me in the long run. I am adaptive that way. But of course, others see that as me being "confused."