Why is it hard for people to just be nice?

Do you know what’s really getting my goat lately – People. I mean WHY are we so bitchy?!

I’ll admit I’ve been part of group chats and sometimes sucked into ranting when someone has miffed me off in the past, and do you know what, it didn’t make me feel ANY better. Infact, it’s a downward spiral into feeling bitter and annoyed at everything.

I am doing this Make Up Artist course and today I walked into the toilet where all three cubicles were occupied by fellow students on the course. They were all having a conversation and they were openly slagging me off. Do you want to know why??? Because I asked too many questions, questions they deemed “daft” questions. If this was a couple of months when I was in the worst of my post natal anxiety, this would have sent me under. I would 100% of quit my course. Luckily, I sought help. I am 90% of the time pretty okay and today it didn’t make the slightest bit of difference to me. Okay, well maybe I was a little shorter in the afternoon with people, especially as when they walked out of the cubicile  and saw me there they knew I heard them. AWKS! So was trying EXTRA hard to be nice in the afternoon.  Sorry Pals, that ship has well and truly sailed. 

Why am I blogging about this if it’s insignificant to me… Well because you don’t know what people are going through at home, you don’t know whats happening in peoples head and how snide remarks can affect them. You don’t have to like everybody, but at least be adults about it  and be civil. I mean Christ, I’m 31 – I’m far too old for schoolyard bitchiness / bullying. If you are going to slag me off, stick to a group chat where you won’t have to pretend to be nice after an awkward encounter when you exit a cubicle…

Do you think it’s too far saying it’s bullying? Well as a mother I know if my little girl ever came home and said she’d heard the things that was being said it would make me want to… well shall we say speak to the headteacher (and pretend I was just about to write anything violent)

So I guess, just be nice. You don’t have to like someone to be nice. It’s called being an adult, pulling up your big girl panties and just getting on with the fact you have to be in contact with this person.

Don’t be a dick…  

On a side note, I then went on to do some make up, and I was pretty pleased with it. So, all in all not a bad day.

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