I literally cannot write anything without someone criticizing it.
I write a sad post. I get messages about how I should "cheer up" and "things aren't that bad" and "smile because Jesus loves you".
I write a throw-away happy post about things I like. I get comments about how I didn't mention my children because I clearly don't care about them anymore and and how I used to be a better blogger. Okay. (Please tell that to Harris Teeter, the local community college, and the insurance agency I give my life-blood monthly so two teenagers can legally drive.)
Post about my weight. I get messages either saying I'm a traitor who hates fat people, I'm still fat, or I deserve to gain all the weight back because I don't appreciate it. Take your pick, they're all super fun (and super, super irritating).
I post anything remotely political and I'm told I'm a special snowflake who needs to grow up and FACE THE FACTS (emphasis theirs, not mine) and accept whatever the Hell is going on in this country, no matter how good or bad it is because that's just the way it is.
Post anything, ever, about my job and I'm told I should be thankful I even have a job and lots of people don't have jobs and I'm so lucky to get to work from home and by the way, do I know of any work-from home jobs because they'd really like to get in on that.
I say I've been to a restaurant. Any restaurant. Someone has to tell me how they don't like that restaurant and they can cook something better themselves at home and going to that restaurant is a waste of money.
So here's the thing.
I know Jesus loves me. I love him too. I'm not sad all the time, but sometimes I am and I should be able to say I am. I honestly don't post 90% of the things that go on in my life because, well, no one wants to hear it and also...lots of things really don't need to be shared.
Sometimes I want to post stupid little happy posts about products I like. I'm not trying to sell you any products, nor do I get any commission from these products (I would disclose it if I did, but I very, very rarely do posts like this like seriously almost never). Just because I like pretty capri pants and cheese and sometimes I want to post about those things does not mean I don't love my children or my husband or my dog or my Jesus.
My weight is an issue. I get this. I have a lot of feels about my weight and I have almost zero people in my actual life that 1) can relate and 2) give a damn. No one will ever be as concerned about my body as I am, and that's...actually okay. That's the way it's supposed to be. Sometimes these things just overwhelm me and come out of my brain and into my blog or my Facebook. Please feel free not to read it if you are not a person who is interested in my busted brain and how it relates to my body. I'm not offended if you just ignore it. I'm not trying to sell you anything about weight loss. I'm not interested in my weight loss being a money making plan. I'm not jealous of other people who do sell things related to weight loss (I think it's stupid most of the time, frankly, but snarking is not jealousy. It's just not).
Further, if you have different thoughts and feelings about your weight, your body, your exercise, etc. please feel free not to share that with me. I'm not saying that to be a dick, but here's the thing. You aren't going to change my mind. I'm not going to change your mind. I'm okay with that and I hope you will be to.
I feel the same way about politics and religion. I know what I know and I believe what I believe and that's enough.
I have two jobs and a business, so I work a lot. No one does that unless they want to (or have to, I guess). Working is what I do. Sometimes it sucks. That's okay. Your job sucks sometimes too and you probably complain to someone about it.
And seriously? If you don't like a restaurant don't eat there. There is really no need to tell me how much you hate it. If you like math or sandwich meat or soccer or whatever I don't follow you around telling you how much all those things suck (I don't actually hate soccer. So there!).
Life is hard. I don't talk about all the ways that it's hard. There are many, many things that I don't say because it's just not productive. Or because no one cares. Or because there is nothing you can do even if you did read it. Or because I'm ashamed. Or because it hurts to much. Or a million other reasons. You don't know everything about me. I don't know everything about you (except that one girl who just had weight loss surgery and posts CONSTANTLY about how constipated she is. Honey, I know enough about you, okay?).
It's okay if you don't like me. It really is. You can just unfollow me and not tell me all about it, deal?