Gracies Blog

I like to think I am a caring person. But this, this is one thing I just do not care about. You can tell me about it a million times over, and again I will look you in the eye and say, I do not care.  I cannot count the times I’ve been  walking down the street with someone when all conversation stops for a clear and decisive moment of judgment.  A moment of all the - choices-I-have-ever-made-are-far-better-than-the-choices-that-this-unknown-person-is-making-today . A young woman with gaping big ear gauges may walk past, an obese older man needing assistance shuffles by, someone’s body is covered in tattoos, a mother feeding a toddler non-organic ice cream before lunch, someone speaking too loudly, an unflattering skirt, top, shoes, hair tie, someone too short, tall or even a little too mousy.  “oh, if only he would”, “I have no idea why anyone would….” …”did you see…?” For some strange reason, they seem to think I care what their opinion is. For some strange reason, people think t