Lent

Lest you think I'm about to write something profound about Catholicism, I'm not.

Yesterday, sans Ashes, I considered what to give up for Lent. Not something self serving, and not something silly, but truly, was there a sacrifice I wanted to make, for myself, in pursuit of being a better person.

I considered giving up my negativity towards other people.
Which is ironic because, in fact, I'm pretty universally buoyant and chipper. It's only in my bitchblog that I vent, thus to you, gentle reader, I am certain I appear... a snatch if you will. For the most part, I like people. I get along with people. People...well, they seem to like me. So all in all if asked which end of the Anne Frank spectrum I fall on, you'll hear me say "Despite all, I think people are good."

Anyway, I thought about it giving up talking about my... disappointments? ...with people. As in "Im giving up gossip." Not good natured "Did you hear" but hardcore " I can't believe she said..." Because frankly, I'm not exempt from it. I talk to too many people daily to actively monitor my tongue. Eventually we all slip up. For the most part, even when frustrated I try to see all sides. So the idea to NOT put forth any negativity had some appeal. If I can think positive, can I perpetuate positive?

I offered it up to a friend.
"I think I'm giving up talking shit for lent...'

To which she replied
"Fine, I'll see you after Easter then."

Because after all, her point was, why should you punish the rest of us.