Waking up this morning as I stumbled to the kitchen eager for my cup of coffee, I planted my foot squarely on top of a Lego. Pain, tears and words that would make a sailor blush came spouting out of my mouth. Happy Mother's Day to me, right?
I wanted to know how that little piece of sadistic plastic had come to land directly in my path.
Who brought it there and why it was left where it could hurt someone. I grumbled at the lack of common sense someone else had over not ensuring everyone else would be safe from that lil fucker!
As I picked it up and limped it back to the play room so it could rejoin the other 1032 legos. It made me think about all these recent demands for better safety and protection from others by others.
I knew about stepping on Legos and the pain they cause. I knew that I had Legos in my house. I knew I had 1033 of them. I knew the kid had been playing with them earlier.
I went to bed last night without checking for myself that they were all safely put away. I woke up this morning not watching where I was going. I assumed that others would have made sure that my path was clear between me and my coffee.
So intent was I on that one task of finding coffee, I let my guard down. So much so that the unexpected pain was actually a lot more acute than if I had been keen to remember to watch where I placed my feet. It hurt me but it didn't affect me past the 30 seconds pain and 1 minute of putting in its place, all by myself.
So as that Lego clattered among the others and was no longer identifiable from the rest it hit me all of those legos are just like these bully, predator, asshats and twat waffles running around here. Once in a while we are going to encounter one in an unexpected or unwelcome way.
We can sit and bemoan the fact that Others didn't do a better job keeping them contained or out of our way OR we can start taking responsibility that they are in the house and we may need to keep our wits about us when journeying through life.
Lets be honest. Its not just this house(site) we run across them. I have had accounts on many social sites from Kink to Vanilla. I have yet to not get some message on any of them that wasn't from some unsolicited douche. I have been in public whether a munch or just picking up a gallon of milk and had someone make a crude remark or pass. They are everywhere and as much as we can demand or make policies to contain them, one of the 1033 of them is going to be overlooked. It happens.
What can we do though:
Accept that we WILL run across them.
Put them in their place quickly and efficiently.
Let others know that they are about and how to avoid them and or deal with them if they encounter one.
Accept responsibility for how we may have caused or been able to prevent it.
Refuse to give them more credit than what they are or affect us going forward.
The Legos now have a limit on where they can be played with. On my profile I limit where and what others can see.
If one slips through it is quickly placed in a "bin" with other Blocked and Banned dumbinants, twuels, wankmissives.
I report TOU if needed on abuses but trust the powers at be that I will no longer need to give control of my mind to any further thoughts or feelings to that person.
Much like I do with all the others I meet out in the world wide web or planet at large. No, it won't work for all situations. But lets get serious for one moment. If you don't want to be random whank material or twuel food keep your profile to friends only. If you want to share with the world then expect that at times you may get pained when crossing paths with a few blockheads.
Off to finish my coffee, informed that we have 1036 legos so warily looking where I step. Should have put new pair of slippers on that Mother's day list.