I am not a secretive person, I tend to share personal information in a need to know fashion and not on a free for all whim. For my own reason I am careful about the access I allow to people, currently I feel as though too many people are watching, judging and commenting on my life, when they have not been given access to it.
Because this is a time of uncertainty it can feel very overwhelming, as I am trying to grow, strangers feel comfortable enough to comment on my reality.
Its appears much less difficult - not easy - to not care when the topic of comment is something one has willingly opened up about. But when Julie from Scunthorpe comments about how she doesn’t understand why I put butter and jam on my toast - of course she won’t understand its not her eating or enjoying, nor did I previously talk to her about my toast preferences.
Why the fuck does Julie know how I like my toast? I do not know this bitch.
This 2020 let’s comment only on things that matter, and things that will impact our personal lives. Theres a lot of shit we can talk about.
Fuck Julie and the toast. I am not even hungry anymore. Cunt.
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