Some days are tougher than others. This is one of those days. In the span of about six hours, I've been shamed...twice...for who I am. I like to think I'm strong, but days like these tend to test my perceived strength. I like to call people who do the shaming, Sharon Shamers.
Sharon Shamer 1: Random talk with Sharon Shamer about life's stresses. I thought it was a good girl-talk until...
Sharon Shamer: "But, seriously sweetie, you can't really talk about stress, can you? I mean, you're single. When you finally get a husband and have a two-year-old running around the house, then you've earned the right to share in the stress talk. Until then, just enjoy life, buy yourself a little handbag or something. Go shopping. Do the light stuff singles do until your real life comes along. Although, you're choice makes you a little different than most singles, doesn't it? Well, good for you, sweetie. It will make it more difficult because most men aren't going to wait around, but, still, you will always have shopping."
Maybe she really did mean well. It kinda stung, though.
Sharon Shamer 2: Sharon Shamer #2 decided to tell me all about her life before marriage. It was an interesting and fun story to hear, until...
Sharon Shamer #2: "I mean, I don't know what would have happened to me if I hadn't met my husband when I did. I didn't have a job, I was alone, and I was 29 years old! I mean, at 29, the window is about to close on opportunity. Any older and it's a total crap-shoot."
Yeah. Not a very good day. Kinda hurts, actually.