It's only Tuesday, but so far, the week's been pretty great. I started out thinking about sunshine and rainbows and how good things are right now.
That's a big improvement.
This morning I checked one of my Twitter accounts, one I hadn't logged onto in a month. The last thing I tweeted from it was something about what I would do if I had to pay more money in taxes. It was in response to the White House asking...so I had honestly, naively, tweeted that when I pay more taxes, then I give up vacation, restaurants and home repairs.
Maybe I didn't play right.
The replies to that tweet were flaming and I just read them, a month later. Uh-oh.
They said stuff like "Oh, poor baby!" "Vacation? I haven't had a vacation in 10 years!" "Try buying fewer candles for your house!" "Looks like she should just drink less!" "At least you have a home!" "Idiot!" "sounds like #whitegirlproblems." Shit like that. It all upset me. Especially the candles comment. Why...
I really let them get to me. I'm not thick-skinned at all. It ruined my day. I deleted the tweet. I felt ashamed.
I initially wanted to say I'm sorry I have a job and I take vacations and I have a house.
Wait - no, I'm not sorry. I worked very hard for all these things. I pay whatever taxes I have to pay to support whatever programs need to be supported. I'm an important part of this whole economic system at work. I keep contractors in business. And I'm well aware of the role luck plays in this equation. I'm not ashamed of my life. I bought candles for the first time in years, so what?
I shouldn't have let them get me down, but I did, for a little while.
I'm never playing that game again.