Identity and a pet peeve

For a long time I have struggled for my blog to have an identity. Do I continue to write about my life's happenings? ( between me and the lamppost not a lot goes on) I can go on and on about my beautiful 4.4 grandchildren which are by far the most amazing human beings on the planet second only to their mothers. Or I could talk about the things that make me happy, sad, angry and perplexed. There have been times when I rethink posting something in fear of making someone hurt, angry, sad. But....I think I am not a mean person, I try not say mean things to people BUT if I do I am first up to apologize for my words/actions. I am first and foremost accountable for my own actions. So I have decided to combine all of that and then some. I will continue to bore people with the truly spectacular things/sayings/actions my grandchildren do/are. But I have decided to also talk about thinks that I like/love/dislike/detest in my life. It helps to get it off the chest so to to speak.

You are in a small group of people and then it happens. The whispered conversations. The 2 and sometimes 3 people put their heads together for perhaps a word or two. And BAM!! All you can think about is what are they saying, of course you think "Why am I so unimportant and invisible they would do this to me?" Do they not realize you see them? Now chances are they are saying NOTHING about you. But your brain starts going. You start the mental inventory. I cannot stand this!! I find this so unforgivably rude it blows my mind. I try not to do this, if someone leans into me I will answer in a normal speaking voice. In a large noisy group you need to do the lean in and whisper but in a quiet small group. I think not. I believe sometimes people do this to show you (me) how important they think they are. Look at me I have a close friend that whispers to me. We have important things to discuss and frankly you are just not worthy. I try not to let this get to me. But it does. The easy solution is not to be around these people, but you like them. And of course that makes you wonder why. Why would you choose to be around whisperers? Why indeed?

Peace Out