I went to lunch with some friends today.
Kinda. Are they really friends if I leave and say, "whew, I never want to do that again"?
It was weird. I don't want to ever say that I am better than other people. That's rude. And not true. Here's the thing: I want to be better than them; than that; than the conversation at that lunch.
I'm not prudey. I've never really been a goody-goody. At least, not to me. But at 46 years old, I don't ever want to leave anywhere thinking, "What was that? How did the conversation go there?" I think the ronch on TV has become so pervasive that people don't even think about what they say anymore.
Do people still need to think they are cool by saying provocative things in their middle-age? Not me. The only slightly provocative things I ever say are between me and my hubby and I want to keep it that way.
Just a tear (like tear paper, not tear from my eye) for today. I have lots of much better more uplifting things to say sitting right here on my printer waiting for me to type them in on this keyboard, but I just couldn't pass on this rant today. I'd like to be thought of as a lady--a Christian lady and if today's lunch had been a movie, I'd have changed the channel.
File it away Michelle. Holy Places. Be not moved.
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