Lately I've been getting a lot of flack for not spilling the beans on everything that's going on with my life.
The fact that I don't want to gossip about certain people gets me called mean. The small, simple events that happen with pregnancy that I leave out of conversations gets me the cold shoulder and a smart ass attitude.
And it's bugging the crap out of me.
I feel like I should apologize that I don't want to tell secrets like I use to or that I should beg for forgiveness because I want to keep private stuff private.
But that stubborn part of me just rolls my eyes and fights the urge to give everyone the finger.
It's a stupid to feel like you have to please everyone around you. Sure, I want everyone around me happy (and healthy) but does knowing about every tidbit in my life really equal happiness?
I try to ignore it. I try to get on with my life but apparently I'm not thinking things through as I should be and calling up everyone on my speed dial the second Roo does something cute. Or if my hubby sells a truck or if I have belly aches.
Is it really important to know so much about one person?
Maybe I should be flattered instead?
Or maybe I should just suck it up and ignore everyone who bitches and moans and give them the mental finger instead?
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