Sometimes a person slices you at the ankle, pulls up a flap and crawls right in. What gets through my emotional armor are people who are just mean.
Recently, an anonymous poster on the POJO site suggested that I: Give up my dog (a win-win situation for both of, he said). Read to improve my mind. Instead of "going to the bar every Sat. night" (like he said I bragged about), stay home or pick up a part-time job. Quit smoking. Stop buying new clothes. Take on a second job (again w. the job). And finally, grow up.
Wow, why did this person gather they knew so much about me? Have they been nosing through my trash cans????? Even a life coach does a one-on-one session before suggestions start whooshing through the air.
I can only think of one plausible explanation: I'm young. Therefore I must get mangled on the weekends. I must not want to work. I must not care properly for my animals. I must spend my free time mauling over Galleria speedwalkers with all my packages!
YOU MUST TOO! It's like A+B=MC2. A is age. B is ignorance. MC2 is babble. This equation does not add up to pi. Nothing this man suggested was even close the circumference around my life. And I'm pretty sure, his calculator couldn't predict your weekend festivities either.
Excessive partying. Irresponsible spending. Immaturity. Laziness. These are the associations attached to 20-somethings, no matter how legit or absurd.