Looking after ourselves
As you need ...
That is telling about feeling protection with the mask.
Also says something maybe about the level of stigma in your town.
When I was a chorister in special church for 7 years, we had to wear robes covering from neck, to wrist to ground. The others would grumble about them being hot or this and that ... but I always felt good and safer in them and free from all the worries and concerns about dressing up and having the right clothes, which is a big deal as a woman. I remember saying so, but nobody could relate.
Ooooh Hugs @Sophia1
Hearing you about raising your boys and the issues and unrealistic expectations on families and individuals these days.
In some ways we are opposite and some ways the same.
My mother was very correct about food manners, but as her English was not that good she did not focus on anything else beyond religion. I absorbed manners unconcsiously. Not sure if my father taught them when we were very little, he was caring and had a social conscience.
Then in orphanages and foster homes one encounters all manner ... of manners. Probably included a more lessons on how NOT to behave. Yep Sophia there is a lot of unkindness in the world.
My husband was very rude about my mother teaching my children manners. Was snide in my ear about it. I was happy for her to do it, like the frill on the dress or the cream on the cake, the little extras that extended family can bring. My biological children have been robbed of their mother and those things due to the rise in self centred small minded thinking.
My heart had a little outing from restraint today at the supermarket; a little bolshie but still within the bounds of common decency, but my son turned on me too quickly.
He was treading warily and there was a trail of pink lollies on the ground at checkout. I muttered and asked the grandmother to pick or kick it out of our way, and muttered broke my neck on other people's children and need to learn to be more disagreeable and bossy. The bubba was stuffing lollies in his/her mouth and mother and grand were ignoring it. I said people need to teach their kids to behave and I had broke my neck over other people's children. Then I said to checkout chic. "I brought my mask but forgot my manners" and laughed.
The grandmother kicked the lollies under the ckeckout. Believe me I have endured a lot for other people's children, even at the zoo or in teaching, let alone my step daughter.
We are in silence atm, but he is chatting on phone. I am glad he has that outlet. I need to find mine without hasty censorship. For me, life and common decency is not about superficial manners and caring about others goes deeper than being too smoochy poochy.
Not sure if it was the fake pink in the lollies that triggered me. Last night I read that people who keep being altruistic when they do not get reciprocity have frontal cortex damage. Ahhh thats me.
Probably stuck in my 6 year old self at time of abandonment. Hence my statement to son that I need to start being more disagreeable. He did not like that, as he has probably taken advantage of the agreeable trait in me. Need to set a limit there. Wish a paid psychologist could have given me better support and care. I did my own study of psychoanalysis and got HIs! Fancy that. Should I have charged like a wounded bull for my expertise? Nah! Dont even like that mindset, Just want respect.
So Bella. I gather you are refined woman and I am pleased to have known and walked with you. God only knows what the hell I am. Maybe like a mixed bag of lollies ... but got get a bit of crunch in there ....
