You Can’t Handle The Truth – Part 1

WARNING: Ranty post ahead. If you don’t want to put a damper on your sunshine and rainbows then skip over this one. I’m in one hell of a mood. 
Part 1 is addressing the response I keep receiving from people because they can’t handle my personality. This good old Jack Nicholson bit from A FEW GOOD MEN keeps playing in my head on repeat. 

“Son, we live in a world that has walls and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who’s gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and you curse the Marines; you have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Santiago’s death, while tragic, probably saved lives and my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said “thank you,” and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest that you pick up a weapon and stand post. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you are entitled to.

(All those words in bold up there are me saying what I’d like to say!)

Lately, people have been super passive-aggressive on facebook towards me because
1) They have never met me in “real life” and don’t understand that I DO NOT hide behind a computer screen. What I put on facebook is very much something I’d tell you straight to your face if standing in front of me. Ask, my husband or any of my best friends.
2) Even when I’m being serious, not snarky or sarcastic, it’s hard to read that on facebook. There needs to be emotion fonts for online conversations so you can distinguish HOW you are feeling when you say it.

This has been to the extreme point of admins in a group I’m a part of deleting my posts because some hypersensitive whiny baby was “offended” that I gave my honest advice when whiny baby posted all her dirty laundry. How the fuck is that my problem? Don’t air your shit if you don’t want unsolicited advice. Also, why do I need to be censored of my 1st Amendment rights because someone didn’t like what I had to say? Really? Whatever.

This was my facebook status the other day because I’ve had enough:

It really irks me when people try to censor my opinions or feelings because it doesn’t fit into that person’s little optimistic world. Sunshine and rainbows are not my thing. I’ve been to hell and back multiple times and know that to fake happiness like that is not feasible for me. No, I’m not cynical nor jaded. I just don’t walk around in the rose colored glasses others may have. I’m a realist with a logical/ factual/ rational thought process with an objective perspective. Think of Temperance Brennan from Bones. That’s me. If you ask for advice or suggestions, I’m not going to tell you everything is alright. I’m going to give you the side no one else is brave enough to talk about. I’m going to tell you that you are being unrealistic in your expectations. If you don’t like it, don’t be my friend, or better yet take me off your friends list.

I don’t change personalities depending on who I’m with.
I am me. I am Wren.
I am the person that when someone says “Hey do you know Wren?”
If you know me your response is one of two ways:
“OH YEAH! She’s effin awesome! Love her!” OR
“Yeah. I know her. Not one of my favorite people.”

I don’t personally don’t care what you think of me but don’t you DARE try to tell me to be someone I’m not because it makes your life a little easier. Screw you.

Ya know… I’ve been very pleasant for the most part with this online group. I can’t even post in this group anymore because I’m always second guessing if it’s “worthy” of not being deleted. To me, if I have to overly think what I’m about to say besides “Treat others as you would want to be treated” then I shouldn’t be wasting my time in a group like that. I’m the kind of person who keeps the friends that aren’t going to sugarcoat things and tell me like it is. I ain’t got time to waste beating around the bush making sure whiny baby’s feelings don’t get hurt. 

Stay Tuned for Part 2 😀

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4 thoughts on “You Can’t Handle The Truth – Part 1

  1. Jodi

    I TOTALLY get it. I had been part of a FB group for several years, but started posting less & less because I would get SLAMMED just for stating my opinion. And trust me, I'm generally a nice person, and was making great pains to make sure I was stating things nicely, but I'm not gonna lie either. On 2 occasions I was even told I was being offensive when I posted questions asking for advice. How asking a question can be offensive is still beyond me.

    I finally made the decision to leave that group. I was sad. For about a minute. Until I realized that the members of said group that I wanted to keep in contact with I'd already friended on FB. So the rest of 'em? Who cares.

    I don't need that kind of judgemental, snarky bullcrap in my life.

    Since then I've stumbled across two other FB groups that I fit in with much better. Sometimes it's just about finding the right “fit”. No one place is going to be perfect for everyone, you know?

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  2. Mike & Wren

    WOW Thank you so much for that Prudent Wisdom!! I'm headed over there right now to see what I've got to do. LoL and thanks for loving my crazy blog. No real theme here, just kind of filter-less. Didn't realize I had “fans”! 😉

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