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*This was just a lovely rant about why I was deleting people and why I shouldn't have wigged out when some deleted me and have been 'accommodating' to an extent as not to offend and drive some to delete me.

I just catch myself censoring my words when I shouldn't have to. I should just let people do as they wish as far as deleting me. Also there are some people I've added that I tried to just go with their differing beliefs and viewpoints, but when I start getting spammed and seeing things that piss me off, my FB isn't my happy place anymore. I like to think I am a tolerant, kind, diverse, open minded person, but when I don't feel I'm getting the same respect back, or that I can just flat out express my own personal opinions without having to defend myself, it's time for a cleaning. I am still growing and learning but when I'm getting opinions I don't want & didn't ask for shoved at me, I get pissed. I try & live & let live, but some others can't do that. It's nothing personal about anyone, I just don't want to read your religious, political, racist, mean spirited or anal & closed minded thoughts anymore. You have every right to have them, that doesn't mean I have to like or be apart of them.

I love, respect and try very hard to tolerate and see other people's views, I wasn't always cynical and unbelieving. I could thump Bibles and freak Jesus with the best of 'em. And the level of just mean, acidic hatred and venom being tolerated and spewed about political and world figures from nothing but glorified shock-talk show hosts is sickening to me, I've had enough of it.
I guess it's kind of like those toxic relationships we hear about. It feels like it's gassing the air around me and scraping fingernails at my mind when I have to repeatedly see things that disconcert me. I don't need it in my life, like I don't need an eyelash in my eyeball
I am by NO MEANS perfect at all! I do not claim to be. But I AM trying. I am striving to continue learning and growing and being a better me, better Mother, better Grandma, better Daughter, better American, better Human, better energy on this planet and in this Universe and hopefully that learning will continue until I die or after.
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