Life is short. Smile while you still have your teeth.

There is something in the air. I am not sure whether the planets are out or retrograde is doing its think, but there is a sniff of perpetual outrage happening!

It has been coming for some time, but today I am going to call out some bullshit behaviour.

A lot of people tell me ” Oh I could never do your job. I don’t know how you do it…” and I look at them and say the same thing back. Mainly because they are a doctor, or an architect. Or perhaps they work at a call centre and I loathe talking on the phone. Doing what I do, which is telling stories and building communities, well you actually do not need any qualifications to do it. But I turn up for work every day and it is who I am and I love it.

But it is not without its days where I would just rather pull up the doona over my head and shut out all the noise.

Recently I put a photo up of a takeaway coffee that my beloved delivered to me in bed. This caused a flurry of perpetually outraged responses. Turns out that a takeaway cup is a trigger to some, who let me know how “disappointed” they were in me. I was not a friend to this earth. I shared a photo of some new “fake” tupperware I had to purchase because Jack had been using the existing stuff to make slime and I was concerned about putting food into borax infused plastic.

What I didn’t know that July has been nominated as NO PLASTIC JULY and boy, don’t I know about that now!

It is almost to the point that your damned if you do and you are damned if you don’t.

I am pretty sure there are toxic ingredients in my shampoo because I am a tight ass when it comes to shampoo.

I try to remember to take my pods in to recycle but sometimes I forget.

The active-wear pants I am wearing were made in China and I bought them at K-Mart.

Sometimes, I go on a holiday.

My tampons contain bleach which I suspect is doing no favours for my lady garden.

I am not sure if my fruit and veggies are organic and I am not that fussed to be honest.

I will not judge you if you are a SAHM, a WAHM or whatever the latest stupid acronym made up to compartmentalise women.

I will call you out if you write a bullshit comment on my Facebook Page.

I am not perfect and guess what? You are not perfect either. Isn’t that a glorious relief? When someone comments on my page that I am looking old and haggard, I can sometimes look in the mirror and agree. Maybe I am not getting enough sleep? Is it because I have chosen not to use botox? My greys are coming in as fast as Trump fires his staff!

Old mate that left that Fing bsht comment up there, well she was out to get me. To rattle me and to hurt me. I don’t know her but I clicked through to her profile to find a perfectly pleasant looking smiling woman with her gorgeous kids. Just like me, she is a real person. And she is no longer happy with my “performance”. We went onto have a reasonable exchange which she later asked me to delete.

The irony is that I am just like her, doing my best to get through to day, but I try to bring a smile to people when I can. It was Mark Train who said, “The best way to cheer yourself is to try to cheer someone else up.”

Thats the thing. An exchange, even it is isn’t pleasant, is a learning exercise. I am always encouraging thoughtful discussion and debates. Some people like sugar in their tea, while some prefer green tea. Some people like their tea strong while others prefer it to be weak as piss. It is tea. It is there for you, anyway you take it. And if you don’t like tea, there is always coffee. Even if it is in a takeaway cup. (ducks for cover).

Do you think we all need to take a chill pill?