Have you guys (my adoring, zero person audience) read that article about the woman who got hate mail because of the baby pictures she was posting on Facebook? Okay, well if you haven’t, here’s the letter:
“I have got together with a few of the girls and we are all SO OVER your running commentary of your life and every single thing Addy does. Look we all have kids that we are besotted with — guess what – every parent thinks their kid is the best ever. But we don’t ram it down everyone else’s neck!!! She wears a new outfit – well take a photo and send it PRIVATELY to the person who gave it to her – not to everyone!!!! She crawls off the mat – we DON’T care!!!!! She’s 6 months old – BIG DEAL!!! Stop and think – if every mother posted all that crap about their kid – I’m sure you’d get over it pretty quickly. We can’t wait for you to get back to work – maybe you won’t have time to be on Facebook quite so much. Addy is gorgeous and we all love her, but our kids are great too. I guess you are just pissing a lot of people off with all your ‘Addy this and Addy that’ – we all thought it might ease off after the first month, but it hasn’t. Not everyone is as interested as you are about what Addy does so give us all a break. We’re doing this to let you know what people really think.”
It’s kind of funny, right? How awful people are? No, it’s not really funny I guess. But it kind of is. I mean, I understand the frustration of seeing repetitive photos of someone’s life. I think we all, secretly, have those frustrations. Like when someone is showing you pictures of their new baby/puppy/robot/niece/nephew/outfit or vacation pictures or wedding pictures or whatever. After the first picture it is wholly uninteresting. But the person showing you the pictures (who I would assume is a friend of yours), they are excited about it! And in polite society, we oooo and awwww and smile because we want to share each others joy, even if it is a little bit annoying. (Any fans of The Office out there? Remember the episode where Pam was trying to show Andy a picture of a possible new office location and he didn’t look at it but instead just said, “Oh my gosh she’s so cute she looks like both of you.” And Pam goes, “They’re not of Cece [her baby].” Laughing just thinking about it..)
I like to say that I’m honest with people, especially friends or family. I try to be. But I’ve realized at the ripe old age of 26, that there’s a fine line between honesty and just being an awful person. That’s why I get it now, why husbands/boyfriends are always saying “No, honey, you don’t look fat in those jeans.” Some things are just not worth hurting others over. I’m still learning this lesson, of course. I still say things that maybe I shouldn’t, but I’m learning.
Eventually, wifey or bae will realize that her butt looks terrible in those jeans. And she will secretly put them away (we all hope) and start to dress for her size. Eventually, that friend of yours will realize that even though their baby is super cute, to the public, he/she looks the same in every. single. picture. I have yet to meet a person who prides themselves on “telling it like it is” who is actually pleasant to be around.
On a separate note, I need hobby suggestions because it’s starting to get weird when people ask me “what do I like to do” and I have nothing interesting to say.