Meanness Makes me Sad

You know, sometimes thing occur that just bother me to no end, they stick in my mind and I cannot forget. I try to ignore it but the weirdness/unfairness/craziness/strangeness/ meanness (take your pick) just drives me nuts until I have say something to someone or I feel like I will burst. You can probably tell what I am writing about just by the adjectives, the thing that Yarn Harlot wrote about on Sunday. I have read both blogs for a long time, and enjoyed them both, one because it made me laugh out loud and I worried about the person, and Yarn Harlot, because it was chatty and fun, almost like listening to someone speaking to me.

I cannot understand how someone can take something, blow it all out of proportion, and threaten others with harm because what was said was not to her liking. If I read something I do not like. I don’t go back to that site, but I don’t remember ever threatening anyone (except for my daughters when they were out of control).

I guess I have said enough, it just makes me sad. . .