Judge Not...

I'm starting to think I just need to stop posting on the Internet altogether. It seems like I'm always offending someone. I posted a video on my Facebook page today that I thought was funny. Yes, it had alot of cussing in it, and I said as much when I posted it. I just don't consider cussing that bad of a thing. I mean, they are just words. I understand that some people don't like it, so I figured they didn't have to watch it. Well, someone told me I shouldn't have posted it. I told them I was sorry and that I meant no offense. I just thought it was funny and wanted to post it on my wall. Apparently, what really upset her was there was 1 cuss word written out on the post. I'm sorry, but how do you go through life these days not ever seeing or hearing a cuss word? If I was that sensitive, I would stay offended all the time. I just don't understand people. There are things people post on Facebook all the time that I don't like or agree with, but what gives me the right to tell them they are wrong for posting it? I understand by posting it, I'm "putting myself out there." I get that. Tell me you hate it or don't think it's funny, but don't tell me I "shouldn't" post it. That makes me feel like a bad person.

I'm having high school flashbacks. You see, this girl went to school with me. It was a Southern Baptist school, and I constantly felt judged because I didn't conform. I remember one time in particular when I was put on the spot by a teacher in front of another class. He asked me to recite my favorite Bible verse and tell my salvation story. I didn't have either, and he knew it. I had to lie. When I left that classroom, I went the the bathroom and cried my eyes out. I tried to go to public school, but being a very introverted person and having been at this little private school most of my life, I wasn't tough enough to hack it at public school. So, I stayed there until I graduated (Validictorian). Go me! LOL! I went to a public college, and it was wonderful. I came out of my shell a little. I continue to come out of that shell more and more each day. Someday, I hope to come out of it enough that people's opinions don't hurt me anymore. Apparently, I'm not there yet.

I'm so sorry to go on like this about a non-fashion topic, but it is really helping me just to type all these feelings out. I promise to be back talking about fashion tomorrow! I know this post in itself will offend people, especially those I went to school with or are still involved in the school. There are some great things about the school. I even sent one of my children out there for a few years. I tried to send my other one, but he is not a conformist, so it didn't work out. LOL!

I'll leave you with one of my favorite poems and ironically, the one I recited in my Validictorian speech. Of course, my English teacher at the time told me I shouldn't say it because it sounded like I was "shooting the bull." I saved that speech and wrote her words in the margin to remind me of her critique. This poem, for me, is the ultimate expression of individualism, and I couldn't think of better last words for the school that tried to rob me of that.

The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.