|Ron's sharp edge|
Yesterday I let my emotions get the better of me and I wrote something unkind about a certain segment of our society. I won't tell you what it was because I don't want to repeat my ignorance but I did want to make the point that I battle often with my sharp edge.
Like many, I think of myself as a Nice Guy. Kind to old ladies, babies and small animals. Well, actually I am kind to THAT segment of society. But there are other segments (am I using that word "segment" too much?) of society in which I all to frequently rant about when they frustrate or annoy me. You know, the Usual Suspects:
Parents who bring their small children to restaurants
Lying politicians (a term which is actually an oxymoron)
Celebrities who have the "Do you know who I am?" attitude.
|Reese "Do you know who I am?" Witherspoon|
You know, the USUAL SUSPECTS. I could go on and on and . . . . on.
You all know I'm gay, right? Well, we gays aren't a totally homogenous group either. There are as many different gradations of personalities in gay people as there are in straight people. The only difference is between gay and straight people is they go to bed with members of their own sex.
You all know I live near Gayberry (aka Rehoboth Beach) Delaware. We have a large OLDER gay population here in Toonerville. Lots of lesbians. Lots of cliquish older gay men mostly from Washington D.C., who are rather full of themselves. There, I did the sharp edge thing again by referring to the "cliquish older gay men from Washington D.C." Well, we do have them but some would take offense to the tone of my reference to them in this manner.
So let me make this clear: while I may often make broad sharp remarks about my fellow members of the LGBT community, that doesn't mean I have friends in that community that I like and respect and (I hope) like and respect me. In fact, I think I have more lesbian friends than I do from that older gay male D.C. crowd who have the famous pool parties of Fuchter Street in Rehoboth. I'm still waiting for my invite to one of those parties.
After yesterday's posting, I was chastised by "Anonymous" for referring to some loud lesbian women in a rather blunt description (accurate by the way) who were drunk and raucous. They occupied the booth behind my visiting friend Pat and I during our meal at the Modern Mixture restaurant in Rehoboth last week. They were so loud and so insistent on letting everyone know what a GOOD TIME they were having, that Pat and I couldn't even carry on a conversation.
Hey, I'm all for having a good time and even getting a buzz on and raising my voice but man oh man (no pun intended), you get a group of women together and boozed up . . . . . . they are LOUD!
Reminds me of the times I used to ride the school bus when I was a kid. Whenever there were two or more girls who sat together on the bus, all they did was giggle. GIGGLE, GIGGLE, GIGGLE.
I always tried to sit as far away from them as I could because that giggling drove me nuts. Now when I go into a restaurant and I see THE GIRLS in a booth together, you can bet I'm either going to go into another restaurant or sit as far away as I can from them. There is absolutely no pleasure in dining out with a friend or friends when others are so oblivious to anyone else but themselves.
I've since removed the offending paragraph from yesterday's posting. I will try and control my more base impulses in future postings so I don't unfairly paint a whole group of people because of the inconsiderate and rude behavior of some. And yet, I will try to remain true to my blog of expressing how I really feel instead of having one of those bland blogs that are BORING.
I admit this is a challenge folks but I believe I am up to it.
Sometimes I wonder where I got this "sharp edge." I think from my Mom. My Mom was one of the nicest women you could ever know. Yet she had that sharp edge which I seem to have inherited. I think a lot of her attitude came from her Cinderella like upbringing. Of not being good enough, the wrong side of the tracks, not appreciated. She was often very defensive, many times when she had no reason to be so. Unfortunately I think I inherited that gene. I just hope I don't end up like her, embittered and distrustful of those trying to help her. That is my real fear, and not of offending a group of loud and obnoxious women who sat in a booth behind me on Memorial Day Sunday.
Life is complicated isn't it? But never dull. That's why I blog.
By the way, in response to the person ("Anonymous") who posted a comment yesterday, I understand completely and appreciate your concern. It is a valid concern which I should be more aware of. I don't want to go into details in this public forum but let's just say I've gotten into trouble before with things I've written in my blog and I don't want to get into that kind of trouble again. That's why I took out the offending passage from my blog yesterday and will try to be more careful in the future. I can still post an interesting blog without resorting to my more base instincts. Thanks again for your very helpful advice which I have taken.