It’s nothing personal…..sure, it isn’t……

How many times has someone offended you and then said “It’s nothing personal.”  Okay.  “Don’t take it personally” is a famous disclaimer from social offenders.  They begin by telling you that you are not good at something and then add, “but please don’t take this personally.” As if plugging in the word please makes it conventionally acceptable.  So should I pretend you just insulted someone other than me?  Or is your criticism so important that I should feel honored to be given such negative feedback by someone who feels so magnanimous?

No relationship is immune to this phenomenon.  It is the mother-in-law who claims you should not have more children after you announce a pregnancy; the parent at your child’s school that tells you your daughter should not play a particular sport that she is passionate about; the boss who bluntly states during your performance review, “You are not good at this job but don’t take it personally.”

If you ask me, everything is personal.  If you are saying it about me or my family or one of my friends, it is personal.  Some people try to justify what they say but let’s face it, it is what it is.  And it’s downright rude.

If you google the expression, “It’s nothing personal” you get some interesting material.  The urban dictionary has an excellent definition of this expression that is too raunchy for my readers, but it essentially says this line is a lie told to a person before they pull the proverbial wool over your eyes, shall we say.  There is also an album entitled ‘It’s Nothing Personal’ from a metal band called ‘Bury Your Dead’.  Hmmm.  That sounds about right.

After polling my readers and friends about this topic, I learned that just about everyone has been offended at one time or another, the offender is typically a repeat offender, the victim of the verbal abuse is usually rendered speechless, and people take it very personally when the slam is about their children.  Those are nasty waters that no one should enter without a life preserver (preferably made of armor).

The upside to all of this is that the offender usually ends up eating his or her words as the recipient of the slander moves on in life successfully.  So, for example, the very capable expectant mother I mentioned earlier ended up with twins to add to her happy family, the young female athlete went on to win a national championship and the employee who received the bad review accepted a better position within a larger company.

The real lesson here is whatever communication you have with a friend, a co-worker or any other humanoid is personal.  Sadly, the negative comments stay with a person even if they have no respect for the person who said it.

Obviously, if someone asks for your opinion, you should give a fair, kind and helpful assessment.  However, if you feel it is your place to critique someone’s appearance, parenting skills or life choices, for example, with uninvited comments, think again.  Remember the old adage from Bambi, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, then don’t say anything at all.”  This is good advice but I prefer the updated version, “If you don’t have anything nice to say about someone, then chances are you don’t know them well enough to say anything bad.”  So to all the inept masters of the verbal blunder and you know who you are – the general consensus is we don’t want to hear your rude comments and we don’t respect your opinion.  And yes, that is personal!

Countdown to spring

Since it is snowing on the blog and snowing in New England, it is time for an update.  And since most Bostonians are pretty tired of the white stuff (everyone but my son, of course), it is time for a countdown.  Since I haven’t written in months, I would say it is time to get going again.  The reasons for the long hiatus are many and varied and frankly, not the point of this piece.  We were talking about spring, right?

So there are more or less 40 days until spring.  The groundhog claims 6 more weeks of winter so I would say he is one smart rodent (Is he a rodent?) I am not sure.  I have to google that one.  There are 3 feet of snow on the ground and 1 to 2 feet on the way.  There have been 4 snow days from school for my children.  And many more for those in the harder hit areas.  In my house, that equals two happy children eliciting endless cheers when the phone call comes to announce another day off from the difficult task of being students.  Remember when we thought going to school was tough?

Before we usher in the glorious renewal of spring, let’s enjoy the beauty of winter just a bit longer.  And while winter can create some real hardships for people and we must not forget that, most of what we complain about are petty annoyances at best.  So let’s stop counting the yellow stains in the snow.  We shouldn’t worry about the 100 or so pieces of rock salt that will not go in the vacuum.  Why does one mitten always go missing?  And why do hot cocoa packets never have enough marshmallows?  I am looking at winter now through the eyes of my 6 year old son.  He shovels snow and never seems to get cold or sore.  He can throw a serious snowball with no gloves.  He makes the best snow angels.  And the other morning when it was so frigid you could barely breathe, we both stopped and looked at the sun glistening off the snow and I said, “Zach, how beautiful is that?”  He replied, “It looks like a million diamonds on top of the snow”.  Oh, how I wish!  Enjoy each moment of this season and if you have forgotten the majesty of winter, just find a curious child, get on a sled and forget your worries for the ride!  Be safe and have a peaceful season……..

Countdown to Autumn

I think it is time for a countdown, right?  Because let’s face it, I have been slacking big time this summer.  I have countless emails I need to return and for that, I am truly sorry.  It is rude not to return an email and so the rudeness meter at blog command headquarters is off the charts. My trips to the pool with my kids this summer has been off the charts also.  Early in the morning.  Late night swimming.  Sunshine. Cloud cover.  Threat of storms.  Was that a plane or thunder?  Hmmm….maybe we should get out now?  I always think, I will never be able to replace this time again.  The laundry will be there and the rug that needs a good vacuuming but some day they will be off with their friends and I will be glad I made time for fun.

I read one book in it’s entirety. I started about 5 others and quit because of some interruption.  My daughter read 19 books and 2 novellas.  Yes, you read that correctly.  And she tells me there is still time for more.  There is about one week left to summer.  Last night the temperature was in the 50’s.  There were no bee stings.  No tick bites.  But I did get a black beetle stuck in my ear.  I am not kidding.  And they bite. Multiple times.  He finally came out but it felt like he was still in there a week later. It sounds funny but it is a pain that is hard to describe.  So you can stop chuckling now!!

Like most of you, I have two sad students looking over the list of supplies they need and not giving one thought to how much all of this is going to cost!  Are they really going to need 20 #2 pencils in one year?  Or even in a lifetime?  5 subject notebooks.  2 pocket folders.  3 hole punched paper.  Who knew there were so many numbers in the supply list?  My wish for all the returning students is they make a few friends, learn some new things and enjoy every minute of it!  Happy Back to School!