I would rather be post-processing photos and posting them to Flickr and my blog. Instead, I’m trying SO HARD to concentrate on work.
Twitter Update: Posting my #foodjournal so I won’t snack tonight….
Posting my #foodjournal so I won’t snack tonight. Funny how substandard food choices only make me want to eat more. http://t.co/z8QjRR83KU
Twitter Update: It’s like @the_darkroom knew that my film had been…
It’s like @the_darkroom knew that my film had been MIA in the USPS and gave it rush priority! Or like none of it was manual scans this time.
Twitter Update: Oh, look. It’s time for PMS. No wonder I’m in such…
Oh, look. It’s time for PMS. No wonder I’m in such a funk. *eyeroll*
Difficult to Hear
I was an asshole on social media the other day.
A conversation about buying pants devolved into a discussion about pre- and post-partum pants sizes and culminated with me (for some stupid reason) posting my weight chart that showed that, yes, I lost all but about 4 pounds of the baby weight by two months post-partum (and therefore fit into my pre-preggo pants and didn’t need to buy new ones).
To which my online conversation partner replied that post-partum women REALLY don’t want to hear that I fit into pre-pregnancy clothing at the end of maternity leave. It’s really difficult to hear, she said.
That was when I finally realized that I was being an asshole, and I hadn’t even meant to be.
I apologized to everyone privately and went about my day feeling like an asshole, even though everyone said we were cool.
But then my brain went somewhere else.
How many lifestyle-related things do I read on social media that are “difficult to hear” from my point of view?