People are interesting

And strange

Happy anniversary to me! Okay, it’s not an actual anniversary, but I do believe this is my 20th piece on medium. Sure, the last few (probably seventeen or eighteen of them in total!) have been fluff pieces, written just for the sake of maintaining the new habit. Practice makes perfect, right? But I AM writing (and reading!), and enjoying the heck out of it here.

It’s like being at a huge party.

I’m the one in the corner, hanging back, observing, interjecting every now and again whenever I feel comfortable. Then there are those who draw crowds…the popular ones who are always the life of the party. Those who are more reserved. Those who say things for shock value, to get others stirred up. There are those who are obvious brown-nosers, who will say just about anything it takes to get approval. And some who are so damn smart, it’s almost intimidating. It’s an interesting mix.

And then there are people like the woman I encountered yesterday, who are so angry about life, they don’t even realize others are agreeing with them. Here I was, trying to be supportive (to her, and a friend, um, followee, whose kindness she just happened to completely misinterpret), and she replied by writing I was “hollering like a beat dog.” Whoa.

I recently parted ways with a “friend” like that. My husband and I had supported and defended her for years…until she turned on us as well. That was a hard lesson, one that occupied way more time in my head than it should have. But, in the end, I accepted that there are just some people who, no matter what, will always suffer.

So yesterday, instead of trying to fix things, or apologize because my message was obviously not clear, I wished her luck and went on my way. Back to my corner where I’m comfortable…until next time.