Weird Is A Crime
Another delayed post, this from shortly after the baby shower. Things are much better now but I had nothing else completed to post today.
I am strange, this really shouldn’t be news to anyone. I don’t always do things the normal way. I’m outside the box and wacky but never before has it been such a problem as it has since news of the baby broke. People want constant updates, they expect me to go on about it at length, they nearly demand I chat about the whole thing for hours on the phone.
What is there to update everyone on? Yes, she’s still pregnant. Knowledge of gender and due date hasn’t changed nor has name selection. It’s not quite the page turner people seem to think it is. Everyone’s healthy if a little sleep deprived. The baby, like most, has a penchant for kicking as there isn’t much else for it to do. Really, what does everyone want to know that isn’t in my blog?
Do you want me to bare my soul over the experience on command? Well for one I won’t be your monkey. But more than that if I were to do so what would you hear about? How when I encounter people who do nothing but tell me what to do all I want to do is strangle them until dead? First, which sadists out there really want a performance of that and second have I not yet made that point abundantly clear here on my blog?
I don’t get it. My blog is full of me complaining about people forcing baby advice down my throat and then folks get annoyed at my lack of discussing it. Am I really so unforgivably obtuse in my desire for some freaking peace and quiet? When did the prospect of a child remove one’s right to privacy? Even the privacy of my own thoughts and feelings seems to be too much to ask. Somehow I’m being unacceptably weird.
Well I’m tired of it. My silence is my choice. My choice is my right. Therefore my silence is my right. Or so says my 124 IQ.
So how exactly am I wrong? What information am I missing or what mistake have I made in my figuring that makes my right to privacy a crime?
