When people make stupid ass assumptions about others, especially when they don't ask about something they're curious about, I can't help but wonder if that person is well, an idiot. I don't enjoy it when others whisper behind my back, or snicker, or decide that I haven't the need for something. Or the means. It irks me! Why does it irk me? When someone reads something I've posted, then decides to make their own conclusions about what I'm doing, why I'm doing it, and more importantly how I'm doing it, then it becomes an issue that's not an issue at all, especially if those same people making their own conclusions don't ask a simple question, "How?"
Example.
A few weeks ago, I posted on my family FB account expressing an interest in an Xbox One or PS4 game that happens to teach players how to play guitar. How well it works is not the question. Later on, actually this last week, I get scolded by my mother (while I'm physically a fucking adult, this is her mind at work) that I should be careful what I post on MY page.
The problem is this: I can't be held liable for what somebody in my family doesn't understand. Say, like, how I got said game, or whether I had the actual money to buy it. Or even, how I came to find it in the first place, or rather how I know about it. My mother claims, as though I care, that she believed it looked as though I said I had bought the game outright, and in her mind this represents that I have money or have disposable cash to pay back a certain family member, despite my attempts at wording things very carefully. Below is a screen shot of that post. If anyone can tell me how a family member, according to mom, could infer, without asking me how I got it or how I came across it, how I had it in my possession, or even for how long. My response could have been, "I got it from the library!", but no! According to mom, anyone can make a stupid ass assumption, but don't actually know shit!
I don't know why anytime my mother says shit like this, I get irked! It's like a fucking time bomb in my head (metaphorically speaking) that blows up like tonight when the thought occurred. Specifically the thought, "Why am I responsible for what others don't understand, never ask about, or inquire why I'm interested! It's not as though people talk to me much anymore!"
*SIGH*
I hate it when she does stupid shit like that to me, and all in the attempt to limit what I post, as though I give a fuck what someone in my family thinks they know about me. It's not like we speak to each other on a regular basis, or even infrequently. Not unless "His Majesty" has a problem with his fucking computer, and honestly, I don't even know why I help him. Maybe because I think he might return the favor someday, or maybe because I'm just a good family member. Or maybe, because of how awful & terrible they treated me in the past, I know how much of a narcissist they are, and that that won't remember it anyway.
Still, mom irks me. To death, I might add. Why the fuck I listen to her anymore, I don't know.
~JRK 2018
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