Not So Secret Journal

I was chatting to a friend the other day about how as you get older you become less able to people, with certain types of people. The way she described it to me was, some people just have a limit to their behaviour and they can’t rise above that, that’s just their limit.  Good, nice, Empathetic people are limitless, whilst others have a threshold for their behaviours.  I found this so fascinating, as she always helps me to understand people better.

I mean, some people just go out of their way to be absolute Karen’s. Now before you jump on me, I know some amazing Karen’s, they are pretty decent people, but some people just test your inner gangster and I don’t really want to spend the next 5 years in prison.

This isn’t just women, some men test my inner gangster too, but now I will happily call out their behaviour.

I think since hitting 40, I have a lesser tolerance of rude and obnoxious people.  I mean some days I can’t even remember my own name, so I have to have a conscious thought to try and people as best I can, as I just won’t suit prison colours.

Perfect example of some “Karen” behaviour, before Christmas I happened to make a comment on a friend’s social about something, it wasn’t nasty or calling anyone out it was just a comment about parking, I think it read “No more parking like a prin”, que a seriously funny message sliding into my DM’s of “Why the unkindness?”, (and this message wasn’t from Megan or Kate), I had to laugh, and quite hard too, as this had obviously hit a nerve with the person in question.

Please if you don’t want to be called out on doing something stupid don’t do stupid shit.

Believe me when I say, if I do stupid shit I well and truly expect to be called out on it, no shame here, but this person was genuinely offended by the comment she even added a screen shot of the said comment, just in case I forgot what I said, after I sent her a reply of basically “if the crown fits wear it, she continued to message for another 24 hours and got her mate involved too.  I have honestly never had so much interaction with the person EVER!

When I was in my 20’s I could deal with most people and looked at their behaviour as being a direct reflection of what type of person they were. Whilst working for a well-known accident repair centre a professional footballer came in for a car repair, after him demanding I give him a courtesy car, whilst his was in for repair and asking me “don’t you know who I am”, I’m guessing he wasn’t expecting my response, of calling him a washed up first division footballer, and I don’t think that was the answer he was looking for either.  I gave the last courtesy car to the 80-year-old man that was sat waiting patiently for me to deal with him and my boss was a bit more understanding when I explained that he had been rude and obnoxious towards the staff.

Going into my 30’s I became a little less tolerant and bit more assertive. Hence why the man in the Liverpool shirt missed the kick off for the FA Cup final in 2006.  You see I was HEAVILY pregnant with our third child, I waddled off to Asda for some supplies and low and behold there were no parent and child spaces, so being so heavily pregnant I waited. 

Then low and behold the car I was parked in front of happened to belong to a Liverpool fan getting some beers in for the game.  I wasn’t having the best day and some would say never upset a pregnant woman, especially one who was so close to giving birth and had two other kids in the car, and they were having a dispute over a Pokémon card. His gentle pleads for me to move the car then turned into a barrage of abuse, I calmly got out of the car, with bump, waddled around to his side of the car and asked him “do you kiss your kids with that mouth?”.  I’d say the look on his face was priceless, but I wasn’t finished yet.  I told him I would only move the car, if he would publicly apologise for all if the delightful words, he’s just called me, I also insisted that he also apologised to all the other parents within earshot of his foul mouth antics for teaching their kids new words. 

He reluctantly apologised, when I pointed out that it was now 3pm and kick off was happening, but I still had 4 weeks left before I gave birth so I had all the time in the world. Some would say I was holding all the cards, just not the Pokémon one the kids were fighting over.  Let’s just say he probably missed the first 20 minutes of the said game and the security guard at Asda offered me a job.

I think its safe to say since entering my 40’s I’m a little bit more selective about who I share my energy with, hence why I only have about 4 close friends who know most things about me, and one of those is my sister.

I am one of the nicest people you will ever meet, I go above and beyond to help everyone, but seriously, never piss me off because it’s just not worth it.

Theres a saying that I love, when one Fuckface doesn’t like you, they team up with another fuckface who doesn’t like you and before you know it there’s a group of hating fuckfaces, the funny thing is they don’t even like each other.

Moral of the story, never pick a fight with a woman older than 40, they’re full of rage and sick of everyone’s shit.

Be nice people.