I’m pretty good at pissing people off. I’m bratty and snarky and socially awkward which is a perfect mixture for disaster. I often say things that sound great in my head and it’s only after I’ve left the situation and gone home that I realize I probably just offended the person, their family, and possibly an entire continent somewhere in there. Even my compliments seem to come out wrong. To make matters worse, I’m a Dweller. I can dwell for years on something I’ve said. Sometimes I think I’m over it and then it pops in my head while I’m washing my hair ten years later and then I dwell on it some more.
This means that I pay very close attention to what I post on social media and even on my blog. I watch my wording as best I can and with the magic of the delete button, I’m able to do a decent job of not coming across as a total A*hole or idiot. I say “decent job” because all the computers and Facebook editing buttons in the entire world can’t get me to see that something I’ve posted probably did not come across right.
What makes this personality trait of idiocy terrible isn’t that I accidentally offend everyone I meet at one point or another, it’s that I feel like I can’t share other things as a result. I’m not brave. I’m not brave enough to weigh in on a hot topic or even just share my opinion on something that I feel is really important.
I offend people enough of the time, that I feel like constantly talking politics, race, sexuality, military spouse bullying or any of the other big issue that seem to be plaguing our lives and our social media, will just make people think I do it on purpose. I promise I don’t, I really am that clueless. Really. I used to joke that I must be secretly blonde because I’m ditsy as all get out… But even that could be offensive to all the yellow-haired goddesses that are actually very intelligent.
And I’m sure that last bit still came out wrong and someone is going to be offended.