I started writing this post last night on my phone. I only wrote a portion of it because it is a bit of a pain doing it that way. I need to be able to see the entirety of what I’ve written and that just isn’t possible on a tiny screen. Reading over what I wrote, though, I think I’ll go in a different direction. I was going to eventually tie what I wrote last night into what I really want to say, and it would have been a far longer, more complicated essay, so, I’ll leave that for another day.
What I really want to say today is there is a very fine line between teasing and being rude and disrespectful. I grew up being teased, and though I am not always crazy about it now, I do understand it, and it is familiar. And, to a point, I am truly okay with it. However, it simply does not work for me in the ways it used to. Was it my attack that has made me more sensitive to this? Is it evolving and changing to a kinder, more loving person in general? Or is it not being willing to put up with any crap and rudeness of any kind anymore? It’s probably a combination of all of those things. And, really, it doesn’t matter what the reason…if I perceive it as something I do not want in my life, I have every right to feel the way that I do, and to do whatever I need to so that it stops.
At the risk of being called overly sensitive and/or ridiculous, I had an incident occur on the 4th of July that upset me. A LOT. A little background…I drive an old car. Her name is Grazelda. She is a ’96 Volkswagen Golf, the Harlequin edition, which is a multi-colored car. It is one of the rarest Volkswagens ever made. There are only 70 of my version. Most people love my car and think it is really cool. Okay, so she is faded and has some rust on her hatchback. So what? The thing is, you do not have to like my car, and, frankly, I don’t give a damn whether you do or not. What I have an issue with is you telling me that I drive a piece of shit car or that no one wants to be seen riding in it, etc. Yes, these comments and others like this were made to me on Friday. The sad thing is they were made by someone I’ve known since I was 18 years old (36 freaking years!) and not for the first time. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, I have two family members that jumped on the let’s-bash-Tamerie’s-car bandwagon. The seem to think it is cute. I do not. Not even a little bit. And these relatives are not young teenagers or even twenty-somethings; no, they are in their sixties! Of course, this behavior is nothing new and something I have put up with for as long as I can remember. I do know they care about me and are just teasing me, and in spite of that, and in spite of my asking that they not do it, they continue to do so. It makes me not want to go to family functions.
Am I being a big, fat baby about this? I don’t think so, and even if I am, their behavior lands on me as disrespect. And that I should not have to tolerate, especially from people in my family. As for my friend from college, that’s an entirely different story. And why, would someone please explain to me, are there people who think it’s okay to give me their opinion about my car, especially when it has happened numerous other times, and I have made clear that I do not appreciate nor want to be subjected to it? To me, this is extremely rude and so uncalled for. It has been suggested that this is his way of letting me know that he likes me. Really? Really? Grow up.
I have always been a person who stands up for myself. I have never cared if others like me or not, nor have I cared what they think about me. If you don’t like me, okay. I see it as your loss more than anything else. I would never tell anyone, ANYONE, the things that certain friends and family members feel they have the right to say. I learned a long time ago that words can never be taken back. Oh sure, you can apologize for saying something hurtful or mean or down right cruel, BUT you can never take it back. It can’t be unheard. Because of this, I am very careful what I say to others, and even more so if I am angry or upset. I am not sure why others are not as careful. It seems like such an easy and kind thing to do.