Do you ever start to write a blog and then erase it because you know about twelve people will be utterly certain you’re writing about them even though you’re not?
This is going to be one of those.
I get that everyone deals with stress in different ways. We all have coping mechanisms and twitches. Some people read, some run, some drink way too much wine, some people pretend nothing bad is happening.
But here’s the thing: acknowledging that your life isn’t perfect doesn’t make you a “negative person.” I will never understand people who think that acknowledging they chipped a tooth should be frowned upon by society because it isn’t cheerful, meme-based conversation.
Isn’t human communication supposed to be more than cat pictures?
I’m not saying that we should all spend every conversation fighting the good fight for human rights and equality, but if you only tell people the good things that are happening in your life, does anyone actually know who you are as a human? Not that you should have to share your darkest trauma on a name tag, or greet every “How are you today?” with “My sinuses hurt and I didn’t have any milk for my coffee this morning.”
But if we refuse to acknowledge anything but the highlights of our lives and funny things that have nothing to do with us personally, then there’s no real purpose in communicating beyond Facebook posts. We could all just post a picture of our latte, the best compliment we received from a stranger, and our favorite cat video and save the time wasted in reaching out to individuals.
So when approaching humans you want to have regular contact with, people who you consider friends, consider giving them the chipped tooth version of the truth. Let them see the cracks, let them know about the rejection.
If you polish your life for those you care about, they aren’t really your friends anymore. They’re just that random person you scroll past on Facebook.