Sometimes I don't understand myself.
I think maybe I am a people snob of sorts.
Today was a day of lots of socializing and reconnecting and meeting new people and such. By the end, I was sincerely looking forward to coming home and being alone.
My phone refused to cooperate. I almost kind of want to flush it.
All the while I'm thinking about how often I hear myself say, "I don't like people."
I've even had one of my kids say to me, when I was annoyed with the general population, "Wow Mom, you really don't like people at all, do you?"
And yet I sit here and tell you to play nice, love each other and all that stuff.
I do mean it. I mean for us all to stop being mean to each other. Give the other person some space to breathe and be alive in their own skin. Stop judging and belittling.
I really do mean that we should all love each other.
Love isn't like though. There are people I love that I really don't like very much. It's sad, but true and I'm not perfect and that is how I feel.
Maybe more accurately, people exhaust me.
I don't understand why we go through all the effort to make so many things so hard or complicated or dramatic. I don't understand why we go creating trouble when it will come to us soon enough.
Life is hard enough, without us being hard people.