flying monkey squad | chestercountyramblings

It’s flying monkey day today.

🙈 🙊🙉🐵

I am a mostly lapsed Catholic because I have my faith but I don’t have faith in the American Catholic Church a lot of the time, but there are things that I observe like the quiet hours on Good Friday. Noon until 3 PM are known to Catholics as the hours of agony when Jesus was on the cross. During this time you are supposed to hold silence in your home. This is just one of those things I remember from being a kid because my mother did it.

So a little while ago, I started playing catch-up with emails and other things I had missed during my time out, and I have found myself nailed to the Internet cross of social media once again. I know I’m not particularly upset, it just kind of “is” at this point.

So now I am sitting here on Good Friday wondering out of curiosity as to why these random women feel it’s there place to judge me for my opinions on my blog or blog’s Facebook page?

The funny thing is the flying monkey squad used to be mainly Klanned Karenhood and their enuchs, but apparently blanket female disapproval is branching out.

Look I could sit here and internet psychoanalyze why adult women can’t support differences in each other’s opinions, but why bother?

I did, however, find some helpful YouTube videos about what flying monkeys are, that are out there courtesy of licensed psychologists. Here’s one video:

We live in a world where if your opinion or my opinion or anyone else’s opinion differs from someone else’s comfort level, you are a bad person.

Well guess what? Having an opposite opinion doesn’t make someone else bad, it just makes them different.

Do these women like being flying monkeys? Are they really that ignorant?

My mental health which was thrown into the verbal salsa of Facebook disapproval today, is also rather good. I am not ever going to claim perfection, because who is perfect? But bless their hearts for asking and ironically sticking their noses in (their words), but if I am such a horrible person why are they on my blog’s Facebook page? Why do they care about what I think? Is it because anyone who doesn’t share their limited world view makes them uncomfortable? Or is it because they think gaslighting me will ingratiate them with someone they are desperate to impress?

I don’t know what makes these women tick and after pondering the subject, I don’t really care, but the reality is the curiosity of why are they show up just to tell me how horrible I am when they can live happily in their own bubble elsewhere?

I may never know the answer. But I do not actually need to know the answer. But I do know that I will never be a flying monkey.

Happy Easter.