Linking up with Five Minute Friday today.
Oh boy. I think I might get cranky on this one. Now remember, readers, this is MY crabby. All mine. You do not have to own it in any way. In fact, if you are all, “Oh no… she’s gonna get all crabby here and I don’t have time for THAT,” then you have complete permission to back away slowly.
It’s just how I’m feeling today.
So, here goes:
When are we going to stop fighting about yoga pants?
When is the polarity about that 50 Shades movie going to end?
When can we stop yelling at each other about immunizations?
When will there be some quiet on how much we hate our governor?
When will we be able to meet and talk?
I deal in social media. It’s my job. But sometimes, I think social media has created a whole lot of shouting heads. And not the good kind. I prefer the kind of shouting where you’re at a great church service and “I’ll Fly Away” is the hymn, and the band is going crazy, and we just shout along with the love of all of it.
Sometimes, I go on the great interwebs, and I come away thinking, “Everyone is so darn mad.”
And you know? We totally have every right to be mad. I get it. And even express it.
But today? I would like for us to just be able to realize one thing (and yes, I realize too, that I am now giving MY opinion and am stepping hard into the irony of all this. But I’m not yelling. When I yell, my voice gets all shrill and I kinda sound like Meg Tilly, but not in a good way.)
Today: I would like for the great interwebs to ask:
When could we meet for coffee and talk about all this? I’ll wear my yoga pants and you’ll bring your immunization flyers and we will try, somehow, to talk politics.
Or maybe, form a book club for that 50 book.
Or not… I think I would blush so hard I wouldn’t even be able to speak; book clubs like it when you talk, I think.
When are we going to get there? The talking part, instead of the shouting?
As my sister would say, “Honey, when Jesus comes, I imagine.”
True, yes. Especially the book club part. But, it’s nice to think about, isn’t it?