Recently, I noticed a new blog post appear in my reader and clicked over to enjoy a progress report from the gorgeous Farmer's Wifey. The post featured pictures of the new doors in place in her nearly completed home.
I left a cheeky comment about loving her doors and them being 'well hung'.
A minute later, that post disappeared and was replaced with a brand new identical version on her blog - minus the cheeky comment.
I gasped aloud and was frozen with shame - assuming that she'd pulled the post after reading my trashy comment and reposted it fresh without the taint of that Mum on the Run's vulgarity. I immediately emailed Farmer's Wifey gushing,
"Oh my goodness.
Did you delete your original Sunday post because of my inappropriate comment?? So, so, so sorry.
Shar (Mum on the Run)"
Then sat and sweat.
Four minutes later,(I told you, I was sweating it!) I got a reply.
Turns out Farmer's Wifey had had some html trouble after publishing and the post was playing with her blog format, so she had to delete and repost.
Ba ha ha. I laughed aloud - with relief and then more shame.
What on Earth makes me think the whole world is about me - and not html??
Where do I get off thinking that someone is going to go to the trouble of republishing a post just because of a sentence I released into the cyber world choc full of smut?!!
Where do I get off thinking that someone is going to go to the trouble of republishing a post just because of a sentence I released into the cyber world choc full of smut?!!
Why do I feel targeted and go into a panic when generic emails fly around at work - only to find out the whole thing had nothing to do with me at all?
Why do I instantly think someone is having a dig at me if their facebook whinge relates in any way to something I may (or may not) have done or said in the past thirty odd years?
Why do I overanalyse every non reply or sarcastic comment?
Why do I go to bed hoping that so-and-so understood what I meant when I said such-and-such and wasn't offended?
Why do I feel that certain people are judging my parenting and/or son at every turn (or tantrum)?
Why don't I realise that the people in my life (mostly) choose to be here?
Why do I overanalyse every non reply or sarcastic comment?
Why do I go to bed hoping that so-and-so understood what I meant when I said such-and-such and wasn't offended?
Why do I feel that certain people are judging my parenting and/or son at every turn (or tantrum)?
Why don't I realise that the people in my life (mostly) choose to be here?
I constantly have to remind myself that there are a million and then some reasons why people do and say what people do (like html) - and almost all of them have absolutely nothing to do with the things I do and say.
Why can't I get it through my thick skull to trust that if someone has a problem with me, they will be mature enough to let me know - overtly, not in the form of little clues and disguises so there's no need to 'offend hunt'.
I need to grow up.
Or refrain from being a dirty little tramp. ;-)
(I'm not really. A dirty little tramp, that is.
Don't be offended, please. I'll have to send you a pathetic email too.)
Do you ever mistakenly think it's all about you?
Or... is this just all about me... again?!
Shar :-)
