I’m constantly befuddled
by people
getting all bent out of shape
by what others
think of them
I know it’s a human trait
and I know as a vessel of the gods
I strive continually
to no longer pay attention
still…I remain human enough
that it bothers me
to see someone’s light
dampened
by
some sanctimonious
jackass
in judgement
I’m not talking about
the kind of judgement
one has when they see
say an ordinary woman
in low rise jeans
that looks like
she’s been poured
into them
(frankly a look I’ve never liked
but hey? if it doesn’t bother you
why should it bother the rest of us)
no
I’m talking about the kind of judgement
that free spirits get
when they don’t meet the perceived
needs or wants
of society.
Srsly?
what gives anyone the right
to judge?
As long as no one is being hurt
what gives anyone the right?
don’t like the way someone is dressed?
don’t look
don’t like the way someone speaks?
don’t listen
don’t like the way someone walks?
don’t look
don’t like what someone posts?
move along
really?
it ain’t rocket science…
and it doesn’t show how small they are
it shows how absolutely minuscule you are.
I remember the day you told me about this *friend*.
I remember your tears and your shock.
I remember you asking me to take the high road.
I remember on your insistance on giving her the benefit of the doubt.
I remember what happened in the days that followed.
I remember her subsequent lies and backtracking.
I remember your so called friends TELLING you to forgive her.(easily said when nothing was done to them)
I remember her isolating some friends and treating you like shit.
I remember how it all got turned around and you were blamed for this thing that she did to you and your family.
I remember the phone calls and e-mails and hugs we shared over this,
I remember you going camping with all these friends to try to heal the schism.
I remember you blaming yourself.
I remember her blog about all of us.
I remember that’s when I dropped her over your protests.
I remember said friends gradually cutting you out of their lives in favor of her.
I remember your hurt over this and your insistance that nobody e-mail her to tell her off because she really didn’t mean any harm.
I remember respecting your wishes and getting on with things.
I remember when you were finally able to let it go.
I remember the last couple years being gobsmacked by your strength of character and your ability to move on.
I remember your phone call the other night.
I remember Karen, I’ll never forget.
You are loved.
You are strong.
You are decent.
You are good and I’ll smack the first person I see in the head who says otherwise.
Rachael Lee was damn lucky you had the strength and the courage to give her a life with a family who loved and cared for her. Nobody can take away from you what a loving and sacrificial act that was.
Maybe she didn’t mean it, maybe she was sorry, it’s the events after the fact that are so stunning. That was intentional and no one can convince me otherwise.
LYLT5$