Yesterday’s obituary post brought up more responses (public and private) than I thought were possible. Some were people shocked that I would do such a thing to “insensitively mess with their minds”. What is interesting is that these are people who otherwise comment once in a blue moon or have never commented before.
Not surprisingly, it is the people who have spent their time getting to know me that aren’t surprised or are just tickled pink by such a thing I wrote. Mel’s response after reading my own obituary was everything I know and love about her. I think it went somewhere along the lines of:
“Hahahahahaha! You’re a sadistic genius you know that?”
So it brings me to why I’m bringing this up. Whatever I write here on this blog, represents my own expression of myself. It is where I lay my mind to bare. I understand that for better of for worse, how I think doesn’t always coincide to what other people think. For the most part, I would imagine between normalcy and the world I live in, there is this huge gaping chasm in between that can fit a dozen planets or so.
Rightly so, I don’t apologise for what I write. I will apologise if it offends you because I know we’re two different people and you have your own feelings too, but it won’t change my mind on whether it is right or wrong. People who have taken the time to just get to know me, whether over drinks or through my words here, know that however odd my actions are compared to theirs, that’s just who I am. Doesn’t make me a good person nor does it make a bad one, it just makes me “a” person. Would you apologise for being yourself? I wouldn’t think so.
So really, the next time you feel offended by someone or something and not just by my quirky sense of expression. Take it upon yourself to ask “why?” before you explode all over yourself and make a mess of things. A lot of things in the world can be made better if people just took time to understand why things are and work with it from there.
People don’t take the time in their lives to ask questions about things they don’t understand anymore. At least not the right questions nor the right motives. Now that at least is something I think I should feel sorry for.