You know it’s getting to the point again where people are contacting me with so little regard to the fact that I might actually have a life off of this blog and off of my blog’s Facebook page, that I might stop accepting all commenting and messaging altogether.

We all have things going on in our lives. I have a life that is not at the beck and call of people who like to contact me to tell me what I should be doing or what I should be saying or what I shouldn’t be saying or doing.

My phone even on Sunday mornings starts before 9 AM which is why I have put quiet times on my phone so I don’t see things right away. I have time to breathe.

I should be clear: it’s not my friends who do this. It’s complete strangers.

And then there are the people that are all hurt or annoyed when I tell them I can’t help them with something. I’m a blogger, not a reporter. If I can contact reporters, so can all of you.

There are people that will contact me that tell me they have a hot story for me and I will get lots of coverage out of it or exposure. I don’t write so I get exposure. I don’t write so I become an influencer. I write because something matters to me or interests me.

I also can’t cover everything and have zero desire to do so. Sometimes a lot of you need to learn how to stand up and be heard in your own community. A lot of you also do not seem to understand that there are things I just can’t cover because it’s not my experience.

Sometimes a lot of you just need to say thank you to me once in a while when I do help you. I don’t expect a public display of affection, just a message saying thanks would be great.

Right now, I’m taking some me time. Which means I might do things like binge watch the entire series one of the brand new Little House On The Prairie. Or binge watch The Five Star Weekend.

Sometimes I even just want to be in my garden gardening and harvesting my potatoes or taking pictures of my flowers and birds.

I’m also processing some stuff that I am not quite ready to write about it’s just percolating. For example and quite recently, somebody who was in my life for the better part of two decades died. And then I have a friend from high school who almost had cardiac issues take them out.

I also live in a township that seems to have forgotten. It’s balls at the boundaries and isn’t listening to people about how they feel about a data center on a super fun site. That’s not actually completely cleaned up.

Also, recently there was a big family wedding, and my godchild got married.

And all of these things are part of my life off of my blog off of social media.

I don’t share all of that with everyone because frankly, it’s no one‘s business but mine.

But sometimes people have a distinct lack of respect for me. They don’t know boundaries anymore.

Or they want to tell me how I should be writing about something even if that’s not how I feel about a subject. Sometimes they just like to be offensive because that’s the only thing they know how to do and they were raised by wolves, apparently.

I’ve said it before that the thing about social media is it brings so many of us together. I’ve also said before that one of the problems with social media is it brings so many of us together and so many of those people don’t have boundaries.

So when I get all of these people contacting me with a complete and obvious disregard for the fact that I have a life just like they do I don’t even answer them half of the time. Because I don’t have to. And that’s not being rude. That’s just the way it is.

It’s like the people that get annoyed because they say I’m anonymous because they don’t know who I am. I’m not anonymous. I just choose not to know everyone.

Am I a voice in the community? I suppose but I’m not the only voice. Do not tempt me be sarcastic and say I’m not your mommy, you need to do something yourself.

Oh yes, this has been a ramble and I’m sure somebody will whine about it or have something obnoxious to say. I can’t control any of you. But I don’t have to listen.

Now, please, enjoy the rest of your weekend and let me enjoy mine.