You might see the headline as linkbait but I see it as an entry to memories of being a kid in school.
Days long past when people would pinch you for not wearing green on Saint Patrick’s Day and your beloved author would punch those who pinched him.
Perhaps you think that is an overreaction to a child’s game but the rebel in me has always run deep and I didn’t want to have to wear green unless I chose to.
Doesn’t mean I didn’t or that I always responded with fists of fury because I did wear green and I didn’t always use my fists.
It was something that evolved over time and when I chose to stop wearing green I gave notice that pinching me would yield an unpleasant response.
Be nice to me and I’ll be nice to you.
69 Bloggers Who Hate Saint Patrick’s Day
If you are wondering if there is going to be a list of 69 bloggers here the answer is no, there is not.
I am not a fan of list posts for a host of reasons primary of which is because it is the province of lazy writers and or popularity contests.
Granted if you want to pull in eyeballs running a popularity contest can be an effective technique for doing so.
The Sneetches of the blogosphere are glad to wear stars or not wear stars if they think it will bring them more readers and opportunities to speak at conferences or brand ambassadorships.
Anyway, I haven’t any doubt that in giant world there has to be at least 69 bloggers who hate the day. And if you disagree, well I am just following the lead of our president who is never troubled by making statements of fact regardless of whether they are truthful or not.
A Time For Goodbyes
I am making a mental note to ask my daughter if her school experience still includes harassment by theÂ green police.
It includes a separate thought about friendship in general.
Daughter isÂ responsibleÂ for having prompted some of this by telling me about the shenanigans going on at school with some of herÂ friends.
Many of those stories make me shake my head in part because I hear the women in my life share stories that don’t sound particularly different than what I hear from my not so little girl.
She is in 7th grade so I am not entirely surprised to hear some of it but when I hear this stuff about forty-somethingsÂ I shake my head.
Do people ever grow up?
It is not that men are perfect, because we aren’t but I don’t see the game playing and one-upsmanshipÂ that I keep being exposed to.
My issue with men is more focused on those who stay in touch and those who don’t.
That is ‘cuz there are guys who never write nor call and I wonder why I am connected to them on Facebook or anywhere else.
If we are not important enough to check in with, well maybe it is silly to be friends on Facebook because we aren’t acting like friends.
Might be time to say goodbye to some people, wonder if they’d even notice. Wonder if I would notice.
Maybe not wondering is the answer to whether I should let them go.