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{This picture has nothing to do with this post...except it is quiet and peaceful and there are no people around.}
I took my kids to a very busy public place today and realized something.
I do not enjoy people.
Unless I know you and like you and you are part of my circle.
When I go out, people annoy me.
I often find myself looking at them just shaking my head, wondering what the heck they were thinking when they just cut off my young children or belched in a public place.
As I grow older, I am realizing that I will not tolerate crap.
If you cut my children or anyone I love off, I will let you know it is not OK.
If you throw something directly at my children, I will inform you that if you continue, I might just throw something back at you.
If you push anyone in my "party" out of the way so you can see the bubbles, I will push my way back in and say "Excuse you" very loudly.
If you piss off my children, I will allow my children to speak their mind freely.
If you are not supervising your children, I will tell you to...or I will supervise them myself so they understand that their poor behaviour is not OK.
I do not enjoy people.
They probably don't enjoy me, so we are even.
I know I wrote a post yesterday about teenagers and how they have such a hard time and how we should be more understanding and how we should let them know life isn't that bad.
But today I will bitch about them.
Just because.
In my small-ish town we have two high schools very close to each other.
These schools are very close to our large grocery store, donut shop, Walmart....and just about everywhere that adults visit.
I continue to make the huge mistake of entering these establishments during high school lunch break.
Big.Mistake.
HUGE.Mistake.
When I was a kid, we brought our lunch to school or purchased something very unhealthy at the school cafeteria. Nowadays, the little punks roam the town and take over.
Take over=travel in large groups, speak loudly, curse constantly, take up every table or every lineup.
It makes Momma scared.
I am just a 30 something year old Momma of 3 who wears track pants and sneakers to buy groceries. I am not cool. I have gray hair and the odd wrinkle. I do not know how to use an Ipod. I am out of touch with fashion and "cool kid vocabulary".
I just want to come into the store, get what I need and get out. But when I have to wait in line with my children for 17 of you to buy a can of pop and bag of chips for lunch, all I ask is that you restrain your bad language and pull your pants up so I don't have to explain teenagers to my kidlets for the rest of the day.
And.....I might just know some of your parents. Would you still look cool if I let them know that you used the "F" word 22 times in 30 seconds, that you wear striped underwear and the reason you are so hungry at dinner is because you eat crappy food for lunch?
Just sayin'
