When things aren’t what they seem

When things aren’t what they seem

Last night, my world was shaken by an event that made me rethink a whole lot of things. It shook me up so bad that I posted a mean message to Twitter. The message had nothing to do with the event, but the event certainly contributed to my bad mood.

My last message on Twitter was this:

I don’t care where you are and I don’t want to see what you’re eating. Goodbye Twitter.”

Not very nice. In fact, I probably offended most of my followers. I’m even guilty of posting one or two tweets that tell of my location or discuss my meal. It is what it is, though and there’s nothing I can do about it now.

I was deeply hurt last night. Things just aren’t what I thought they were and it has been hard over the last night to make sense of them. I’ll adjust, but I’ll know better next time.

The bottom line is this: I’m not the same person that I was four years ago. I’ve grown into someone else. Someone better, I’d like to think. I’ve only shed a skin that I wore for eleven years. I’m still a person underneath.