People might find it odd that I limit my time spent with others. The times I do mingle are reserved for “my tribe” aka those who understand my limited patience. I find bliss in quality versus quantity. While the avoidance of large groups is in vogue now that the flu season is taking many hostage, I was the trendsetter. I know, you all are simply following in my footsteps.
Even behind the screen, I squash the interaction. The overgrowth of political stances and opinionated banter seem to be even more of an epidemic than the flu. I simply don’t want to “catch” the negativity, the untruths that flood the internet, along with crap I simply don’t care about in general. Yes, I prefer cute puppy videos, adorable photographs of children, and sarcastic memes.
Yesterday, while attending a basketball tournament for my oldest, I was chatting with a friend. What I found comforting was the same outlook. The feeling of keeping myself in a bubble to protect from all the harshness of the world. While some may feel that is living in a denial, I prefer to see it as wearing a mask to protect myself from the “germs” of toxicity. Surrounding myself with the goodness that my life offers and admitting that I can’t control what goes on around me. I can pray about it. I can roll my eyes over it. But, I can’t fix it. That doesn’t mean I don’t care. It doesn’t mean I don’t want change. It simply means that I prefer to live my life on my own terms.