Grouchy old woman here...
Some words are simply not needed. Personally, I don't see the need for "snail mail." Email was the new phrase and it quite adequately defined its purpose. Mail, referring to the postal service means of communication which had been in use for many years, was also a clear definition. Let us use those two (mail and email) and leave us alone.
However lately a phrase has been tossed specifically in my direction and it has particularly gotten my goat.
"Bury the hatchet."
What the hell does that mean?
Do I get to smash a sharp implement into something or somebody? Do I get to use the level of force of my own choosing? Do I get to select the item or individual? If so the phrase is becoming interesting. But my guess none of these is intended by the original speaker.
My guess is that I should let go all the nasty, evil ill truths spent over the years by these individuals. I should let all these folks off the hook (There's another doozy of a phrase!) so that they can continue their lives with consciousnesses clear and total lack of responsibility. This assumed burying will eliminate any culpability or verbal discussion to clarify any centuries old confusions. No matter what it means, there will be no hatchet burying on my part.
And it does not and should not matter. As I have said and written before, I do not blame anybody else for my problems. Despite my repeating this again and again a specific individual has persisted in spreading this illusion. My life doesn't have that many "problems" in the first place. And secondly, I think this individual adores being in the central of any family drama. If she would finally shut up about me she would have to find a new victim and this is probably easier for her. And since she does not have the guts or the courtesy to speak to me directly these are the only options I have been allowed. That will probably never happened either.
Anyway, it seems like every time I get this crap off my chest this group brings it up with a new twist to hurt me and make themselves apparently innocent. They are not. Neither am I, for that matter. The difference is that I have a grasp of reality and they do not. Please, please bury your own damn hatchet.
Some words are simply not needed. Personally, I don't see the need for "snail mail." Email was the new phrase and it quite adequately defined its purpose. Mail, referring to the postal service means of communication which had been in use for many years, was also a clear definition. Let us use those two (mail and email) and leave us alone.
However lately a phrase has been tossed specifically in my direction and it has particularly gotten my goat.
"Bury the hatchet."
What the hell does that mean?
Do I get to smash a sharp implement into something or somebody? Do I get to use the level of force of my own choosing? Do I get to select the item or individual? If so the phrase is becoming interesting. But my guess none of these is intended by the original speaker.
My guess is that I should let go all the nasty, evil ill truths spent over the years by these individuals. I should let all these folks off the hook (There's another doozy of a phrase!) so that they can continue their lives with consciousnesses clear and total lack of responsibility. This assumed burying will eliminate any culpability or verbal discussion to clarify any centuries old confusions. No matter what it means, there will be no hatchet burying on my part.
And it does not and should not matter. As I have said and written before, I do not blame anybody else for my problems. Despite my repeating this again and again a specific individual has persisted in spreading this illusion. My life doesn't have that many "problems" in the first place. And secondly, I think this individual adores being in the central of any family drama. If she would finally shut up about me she would have to find a new victim and this is probably easier for her. And since she does not have the guts or the courtesy to speak to me directly these are the only options I have been allowed. That will probably never happened either.
Anyway, it seems like every time I get this crap off my chest this group brings it up with a new twist to hurt me and make themselves apparently innocent. They are not. Neither am I, for that matter. The difference is that I have a grasp of reality and they do not. Please, please bury your own damn hatchet.
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