You Have An Opinion, Just Don’t Be a Jerk

Last year I wrote a blog post about opinions and how you should probably behave when you have one that differs to someone else. But it seems that more and more people have a burning desire to voice their opinion and that would be a fantastic thing, if they weren’t being unbearable jerks about it.

Three or four times in the past two or three weeks I have come across people who disagreed so much with my opinion, that they felt the need to create an argument about it. Because they felt that they were right and I was wrong.

Now, if I am wrong (and I’m proven wrong with solid facts), I will happily hold my hands up and admit it, I have no problem with being wrong, because we’re all wrong at some point. It’s how we learn. But even if my opinion is wrong, it doesn’t give you the right to lecture me. What difference does it make to you, if I am wrong? You would know that you were right, so why create an uncomfortable and frustrating situation out of nothing?

I am entitled, just as you are, to my own opinion and if my opinion is wrong, that’s on me. For example, if you thought Brexit was a bad idea and I thought it was a good idea, we should not argue about it, we should accept that we both have different opinions and different reasons for those opinions.

It’s very easy to accept someone’s opinion and not be a jerk, but for some reason people love to make their opinion known to you and won’t quit until they’ve “won”.

I’m sorry, I don’t use social media to ask for you to weigh in on my opinions, I use it to express myself and whether you like it or not, I’m allowed to make my opinions known. I’ll happily welcome someone to say, “I politely disagree, because (whatever they have to say), that is all.” But I cannot accept people approaching me with “You’re wrong, because this, how can you possibly be right?” That’s just rude.

Everyone is allowed their own opinion, it’s a basic right, freedom of speech and all that jazz. But you do not have the right to criticize and talk down to someone because you think you’re right. That’s not having an opinion, that’s just being a jerk for the sake of being a jerk.

We are all allowed to comment and have an opinion on whatever we want, whether it’s something personal, or if it’s an incident in the World News. As an English person I’m allowed to comment on the gun crisis in America, just as Americans are allowed to comment on Brexit. We can talk about whatever the hell we want and have the right to say it freely without being attacked for it.

What I’m trying to say is, can we just stop causing conflict for no reason? Can we stop creating arguments and being jerks to one another? I’m allowed an opinion; you’re allowed an opinion. Hell, we’re even allowed to disagree with one another. You’re allowed to disagree with this blog and I’m fine with that…unless you’re being a jerk unnecessarily.

It really isn’t difficult to get on with someone who has a different view to you, all you have to do is move on and go on with your life. Whether it’s with that person in your life or not.

So let’s get on with our lives. Because there’s enough conflict in this world already, without us adding to it.

But once again, that’s just…my opinion.



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Go Big or Go Home — The Writer Desk

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Are You a Mat Or a Mountain?

On Monday I attended a very difficult and upsetting meeting and I came out of it with a new view of myself. All of my life, I have been walked over like a door mat and I never really knew what to do about it. It doesn’t help that I am a super sensitive and emotional person. I mean…I cry at sad adverts for goodness sake. But I know that doesn’t make me weak and it doesn’t stop me from kicking ass when I need to (metaphorically of course).

So the lesson I learned about myself, was simply that I am a strong person. I did not break down during the meeting, my eyes did let some tears go, from reliving the traumatic experiences I had gone through. But I did not break down. I held my own. I stood up for myself. I was strong.

For the first time in my life, I felt like I was winning. I felt like the doormat side of me, had been thrown away. And I realised that that strength was inside of me the entire time, I just didn’t know it was there.

The person that supported me through the meeting continuously told me, “You’re so strong, do you know that?”

My answer? “No…I’m not.”

But when I returned home and calmed down a little, I did begin to feel like I had gained some strength. I wasn’t as upset as I was before, I wasn’t as sensitive to the subject.

Standing up for yourself in difficult situations can be extremely hard and difficult. You have to wait for the opportune moment and judging that can be tricky. But you shouldn’t allow yourself to be a door mat, to anybody. Be a wall, a mountain that cannot move.

I was once a door mat. Now I am a strong, tall, mountain.

My Toothy Ordeal

So back in May I had to get my two bottom wisdom teeth removed. It was the first time I had ever had surgery, or been put under! Needless to say, I was petrified, but everything everyone was telling me was spot on and it wasn’t the surgery I should have been worrying about.

I don’t even remember going to sleep on the bed, I just remember having a mask put over my face, 3-4 people gathered around me, watching me and then…I woke up in a different place, with a different face staring at me! I didn’t hear anything, or feel anything. But when I did wake, I felt panicked as I had a tight mask over my face and I thought I wasn’t breathing.

Fast forward a few hours and I’m home, in bed, not really sure what’s going on. I slept A LOT and ate, very little. I was on a cocktail of Co-codamol and Ibuprofen for about 2 weeks and my diet was limited to runny scrambled eggs, yogurts, mashed potato and soup. I watched the entire first season of Once Upon A Time in 2 days, as well as countless films and quite a few hours playing Euro Truck Simulator (don’t drive while under the influence kids!).

The pain was near unbearable and the frustration that builds with not being able to eat was… frustrating. Never have I wanted a packet of crisps SO MUCH before. It was ridiculous. But I think it was the stitches that annoyed me the most. The pain was handled with the medication, but the stitches…just being able to feel something in your mouth that doesn’t belong, is so uncomfortable, I can’t begin to describe it.

I was beginning to panic after a week as my dissolvable stitches, weren’t…disolving! It was the knots that were taking their time and in the end I noticed that they were no longer attached to anything…but stuck behind my back molars. Enter Mr toothbrush! He saved the day and the stitches and the horrible smell and taste, were gone!

It takes a long time for the gums to heal, it has been nearly 10 weeks since mine were removed and I still have to rinse my mouth from trapped food. Very annoying!

To those who have to have tooth surgery, don’t worry about the actual operation and just concentrate on getting better. It will be frustrating, but when it’s over, you will feel so much better and eating real food will have never been so good! Enjoy the tonnes of sleep you’ll get and the unlimited Netflix (if you don’t have it, get it, it’s a real boredom breaker!).

My Close Call: Idiotic Drivers

Driving is an essential part of life for most people, this is obvious by the amount of traffic on our roads. Controlling a vehicle is easy once you’ve learned how to, but somehow the odd few slip through the net; we call these idiots and I beg the question, “How can you be so dumb?”

I asked the question yesterday when I was driving home from an appointment with my chiropractor. The short 15 minute journey began well, but after just 5 minutes (if that) a blonde woman pulled out in front of me, from a junction which has excellent visibility. I slammed my hand onto my horn and broke hard. With her stupid blue eyes staring at me in her rear view mirror, she then waved her arm in the air as if to say “What did I do?”

…What did you do?! Are you actually crapping on my leg right now, you could have killed us. It seems obvious to me that some people are just in too much of a hurry to die. I mean, there is no where on Earth that is so important that you have to risk not only your life, but others as well.

Pulling a stunt like that will gain you a couple of seconds, is it really worth it? Is the high blood pressure honestly worth it? The worst part about this particular incident, is that no one was behind me and no one was coming the other way, so all she had to do was wait a maximum of 10 seconds for me to pass the junction. But God forbid you wait, I understand, you’re late for an appointment, please do kill me so that you can get there on time.

The amount of times someone has pulled out in front of me and then reacted as if I was in the wrong, is countless (especially on roundabouts, do not get me started on those). What is wrong with people, I really want to know because this idiotic behaviour is on the incline and driving seems to be getting more and more dangerous every day. I used to love driving, now I only do it because I have to and good God am I glad when I step out onto solid ground at the end of every journey.

If you are one that pulls out in front of people on a regular basis, STOP. Seriously, you could kill someone and yourself. The extra 3 seconds you gain is NOT worth it. Stop being an idiot because if you don’t get killed, you will pull out in front of the wrong person one day and end up with either a police man on your ass, or a very angry civilian who won’t accept what you’ve done.

Think. Stay alive long enough to reach your destination.

Why I Don’t Like The News

My parents and my boyfriend are always having to explain the current affairs of the World to me, because I often refuse to tune into the News. Every time I do decide to go onto a News site, watch the News, or turn the radio one, I instantly regret it. There is nothing good in the News, it’s constantly filled with violence, death, disasters and hideous crimes. Why would I want to hear about all of this?

A few years ago I did watch the News every night, it’s important to keep up with the World, but one evening I realised that the World is just filled with hate and that is the only thing the News likes to focus on.

Every time you turn to a News Channel, it’s always the same thing, “This person has been shot”, “A woman killed her kids”, etc. Why can’t we focus on the good in the World? If we spent as much time talking about the good as we do the bad, this World would probably be a better place.

There is so much love in the World, why do we always focus on the hate? Sure, it’s important to know what is going on in the World, but surely not everything is bad? There’s amazing things happening out there and yet we brush over it, we mention it and say “Oh that’s good,” and forget about it because word of something bad always follows it.

A World without hate, isn’t possible, but I wish it could be. I honestly, do not see what people get from making others miserable, but again, I know we’re all wired differently.

If you ever feel like treating someone with hate, remember that is a human being, they have feelings and emotions, just like you. They may be a bad person themselves, but it’s always better to keep your thoughts to yourself. Drama = Stress, so leave it for the soap operas.

Do onto others, as you would have them do onto you. Treat someone with love and kindness and they will most certainly return it (if they’re a good person).