Laundry day, high school nemesis (don’t judge a book by its cover)
Today is kind of “laundry day”. I define a day “laundry day” when I’m doing my laundry. I don’t really enjoy doing it, but it has to be done, and in a way it’s sometimes a relaxing chore for me. I think this is because [as long as you keep up with it] you can continue to go about your day like you usually do/get other things done/etc. and it not be a constant. Something my mother taught me1 growing up is that laundry doesn’t have to be a constant thing like she had. Okay, so in a house of six you may have to wash a load of clothes everyday, putting all of the whites aside to be washed at the end of the week, but I think (and believe) that if you do not procrastinate about it that it doesn’t have to be a “constant”.
I also believe that children should have chores they need to do daily because I think this helps them in the long run. And in a household of three kids [now, anyway] who are old enough to do a little around the house each day, I think it should be required. In the end, wouldn’t it help the parent out even more anyway? I can say that it is a “constant” to transform your kids’ schedule(s) into one that includes chores if they’re not used to that. And I can’t say that I think all kids need it, but I think that the majority do (you know, because some kids are just born helpers somehow).
But that’s really not the point of this post. Long story short, I’ve learned a lot from what I went through and dealt with growing up. If you bump into me on the sidewalk, at the store, at school, at the park – anywhere – I’ll probably come off as rude and/or mental because I a) don’t smile a lot, b) be stuttering out an apology, c) won’t really know what to do or d) all of the above, plus some more.
It really disgusts me when I come across a blog post talking about how the blogger (A) and blogger’s friend (B) keeping seeing creepy guy (C) who has some disabilities (I’m guessing why they labeled him as such, by the way), who would greet them every once in a while, comment about the clothes, etc. Personally? Screw the way a person looks. Screw what’s really going on in their heads. He probably thinks of you two as stuck up Barbie dolls who judge books by their covers.
There is always more on the inside than on the outside. In my opinion, the dude was just trying to be nice, but you’re so stuck up and rude that you think everyone who looks a certain way is creepy…
I really don’t know how to explain it, but I’ve come across quite a lot of posts that are extremely rude. I understand that it’s their blog – that’s NOT my point. My point is that the majority of the people in the world have some fascination with judging a book by its cover, and in the end they’re just being extremely rude.
To be honest, if those bloggers met me offline, they’re just end up being like Pierce2 from high school.
- Not literally, by the way. ↩
- This cruel kid. I seriously dreaded going to school because of him, especially Newspaper Productions. I even ended up getting out of that class (secretly) because I couldn’t handle his constant crap. There’s always something else going on with a person on the inside, especially quiet people. Talking about them right in front of them vs. talking about them behind their backs… I’d rather he talked behind my back rather than right in front of me. It hurts a lot less when you’re not there whilst they laugh and joke about you. ↩