Yesterday was a lot, but today is a new day!
I thought it might be nice to express a few little notions I’ve been mulling over. At first I thought not to post about it in the blog, but then another instance, and here we are.
Perhaps we should add a touch of context here, I don’t hate receiving messages. I don’t mind talking to anyone.
I mind being disrespected, condescended to, and insulted.
Yes, I do count being spoken to as if I don’t know my own mind as an insult.
Now, the phenomenon of people I could have babysat in high school messaging me for anything beyond friendly advice and possibly something of a mentoring situation, I have found two methods of dealing with it. If the sender is respectful, a polite redirection and wishing them well. If they try the less savory approach, a less kind approach from me.
Is a lady really a lady if she can’t effectively tell someone to politely fuck off?
