Judging Others Without Knowing Their Story

I just want to share a post that caught my attention on Facebook last night.  I am not putting this out there to berate anyone, just to bring attention to maybe thinking before you make a judgement call. I won't mention names either because the names are pointless.

One person on Facebook posted "When did it become acceptable for people to wear pajamas in public?".  The responses were incredibly closed-minded and really just nothing short of rude.   Below is an excerpt.

"Did you go to Walmart today too?"
"It is so wrong!!"
"See it all the time, not a fan!!"

Of course I joking stated "ummmm.....last night when I went to QT???  Hey, it was very late and I was tired!  Don't hate! LOL"

Those are typical responses but the following response really got me.

"Isn't it disgusting??? People take no pride in themselves anymore."

Disgusting?  Is it hurting you?  Is someone stepping out in their flannel jammie pants actually causing YOU some type of physical harm?  The last time I checked, it only embarrassed me that I didn't have the energy to get dressed up to go to the store, gas station, convenience store, etc.  I had to comment because this is what is wrong with the world today, so many people judge without ever really knowing the person or their story.  Unless you have walked in that person's shoes, how are you to know what they are experiencing?  My response to that comment follows.

"are you guys serious?  You may need to take a step back and consider that there may be a situation behind why that person is in their jammies before calling them "disgusting".  A new mom that needs a pack of diapers last minute because she ran out.....in my case, a disabled person that just didn't have the strength to put back on her jeans so she left on her comfy jammie pants.  It does not mean necessarily that the person lacks pride, it may just mean that the person lacks strength.  Every person has a story and instead of judging, learn sympathy and maybe even empathy."


The person that had the "disgusting" comment came back with the following....

"I do understand about the people who ghave to go out in an emergency....but I think we were talking about the people trying to make a 'fashion statement'."


I must have missed that piece of the conversation (not) but nice way to clarify your feelings and backtrack your response.   My thoughts are that if we spend a little less time judging others and pretending that we know the reasons they do what they do and maybe for once, help someone in need, we might become a less arrogant society that plots people against their fellow man.  Just making  a general  judgement call makes you look ignorant and the person in the jammie pants.....well, the are comfy if nothing else.  I for one would rather be the latter and be comfy! :)  Oh and also, I make jammie pants for anyone that would like to make a fashion statement so contact me if you would like a pair for your next shopping trip. :)

Until next time,
Mamalou

Slacking Inflamed Amy

Not really I don't normally slack a whole heck of a lot unless I am REALLY feeling like ca ca as my grandson says.  Went to have more blood drawn last Friday at my rheumatism's office (otherwise known as Dr. D) and my inflammation scores (commonly referred to by me as my CRaP score) has more than tripled in the past 2 months.  With the way I feel, I probably could have told you that without pulling 4 vials of blood.  Although I am getting used to the needles with my weekly shots so what's the diff if it is pulling blood out or shooting Enbrel in? Not much in my book anymore.  However, I endure these lovely shots each week in hopes of feeling better and not not more crappy.  I am dying to know how much Enbrel Phil Michelson is given each week so that he can go on the golf circus or circuit.  I see that dude out there fist pumping when he hits a good shot and I would like to be able to fist pump him!  Yeah Phil!  Hey, I am not bitter....I am happy for him that he is able to feel good, make money off of the meds and go on golf tours in Scotland.  I just want a pain free day, which would make for a happy home cause we all know, "If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy".

I admit it, I have been crabby this past week and I shouldn't be.  I had a vinyl party at my friend Ginny's house last Tuesday night and it was so much fun to hang out and catch up and meet some cool gals.  But then the darkness takes hold when the pain hits and well, all you can say is ouch.  It makes you go to this dark place where you want to just curl in a ball in cry a little bit.  That stress then triggers the pain from the fibromyalgia and then the vicious circle begins again.  Anyway, Dr. D decided to put me on a round of prednisone to see if we can get the inflammation down but the stuff kills me. It is like taking a cup of espresso straight to the veins and I can't sleep at all while I am on it.  See, dark place now with no sleep!  BAAADDD!

So, blood test and Dr. D on Friday, started steroids on Saturday morning and then turn on the computer to see that Amy Winehouse was found dead.  OK, I get it, she's dead, but really, didn't you see this coming like a freight train?  I hate to sound harsh about it but come on, she has been off the charts (mentally and physically, not musically) for years from what you see about her in the news and the paparazzi always got her worst side, like running down the street in just a bra.  Yes, she had a great voice but she was a mess.  What is sad is how people are now glorifying her on Facebook and in the news.  Once again, it is a story of a girl who had an incredible gift and threw it away for drugs.  SHE threw it away, it was not taken from her.   She should not be glorified like she was an innocent bystander taking in 2nd hand smoke.  She participated, and just like the Lindsay Lohan's of this world, you have to pay the price if you take it too far.  Sad she had to pay with her life.  Maybe she should have listened to her Dad when he told her to go to rehab....

Until next time (and hopefully a better mood)
Mamalou