The Letter of the Day is “T”

So there is an art form in human interaction that is seemingly lost in today’s society.  So today, “T” is for tact.  If you don’t know what that is, here let me google that for you.  I am not going to climb on my pious horse and pretend that I am the queen of graceful social interactions, like I pirouette my way through conversations.  I am going to climb up on my soap box however and rant about common decency and things that shouldn’t escape your mouth past the age of 4.

Everyone knows that children say the most ridiculous things, they may be true but can also be very hurtful.  They are children so they do not understand the struggle that life and human interaction can be, therefore, you hear things like, “You’re fat.” or “Mommy, that lady is ugly.” escaping their tiny but poop-filled mouths.  You hope to god that you can teach them those things are hurtful before they reach an age where phrases of that nature become truly heinous.

So can someone please explain to me when it became acceptable to assume that a woman is pregnant if she is bearing a tiny pooch or a baby doll tee.  What type of ill-placed parenting taught someone that it was okay to just ask, “So is this number one or number two?” while her hand makes its way to my stomach?!  And to add to that, since when does being pregnant mean that my stomach is public property?!  DO NOT TOUCH ME IF I DON’T KNOW YOU!  I don’t care if I am 8 months along and there is no question anymore as to why my extended belly exists.

I have a very dear friend who has made her way down the path of weight loss that almost everyone struggles with to arrive at an amazing weight with a banging body only to get almost daily inquires as to whether or not she is with child and I have to say at this point shame on all of you.  Shame on you if you don’t have enough tact to artfully find out what you want to know so instead you just plow ahead with your chainsaw and tear down her carefully built self-esteem.  Guess what, if you can’t be polite and think before you speak, just don’t speak.  It’s not like you need to know if your cashier is pregnant or not.  Is the extra 5 seconds of conversation that information would give you really worth the ego blow it delivers if you’re wrong!?

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About torntreasure

I'm a 31 year writer and optician. I am loud and out-spoken and I do not lie or sugar coat things. I love to write; I love to read. I like eyeballs. I want to be an artist. I want to paint the world with my words and make you glasses so you can see it! Ha ha!

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