Stop Asking Me Questions.

If you're reading this right now, it means that you are one of the few people that care about my life, marriage, what I've been up to, etc. And I don't mean that to sound bitter, but it's true that there are a relatively small group of people that actually read my blog compared to the number of "friends" I have on Facebook or other social media.

If you're reading this right now, it also means you either found the title of this post intriguing or offensive. Which was the whole point of using such a rude title. Based on its name, you can probably guess that in this post I am going to be addressing an issue that makes me grouchy/annoyed/peeved. And you would be correct! So here we go.

Our society has become very dependent on social media. I'm not arguing this as either a good or a bad thing, but simply an observational comment. Where do we go when we want to find out if so-and-so has a boyfriend? Social media. If a couple had their baby yet? Social media. If your crush from middle school still has a really creepy beard? Social media. Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and more have become the way we receive information about our friends, enemies, and acquaintances. And yet, we are afraid to admit this when talking to people in person. If we share a photo of ourselves at Disneyland, and then talk to someone in person the next day about our trip, they don't usually say "Yeah, I saw your photos!" Even if they have commented on or "liked" the image, they'll still pretend they had no idea you made that trip when they see you next. We're afraid to admit that we keep up with each other's lives, which leads me to my main point. 

Lately on not only my posts but the posts of those I'm friends with, there have been a number of frankly annoying questions or comments. Things like "you're ENGAGED?! How did I not know this?! Congrats!" on the Facebook walls of people who have been engaged for 3 months, or saying "I didn't know you guys were moving. Where are you going?" on a post where that question is answered literally two people above yours, that's when I get grouchy. Don't get me wrong, I love talking to people. Especially friends. But when you ask me a question that I so obviously should have answered in a previous moment, I get annoyed. Lately I've taken to just ignoring the questions or comments because I don't want to respond in a rude way and make these people feel bad. But let me get to the point.

If you don't care about my life, fine. But don't pretend to genuinely care when you could find the answers to the questions yourself, if you chose to look.

I don't post on this blog because I'm bored or seeking attention. The main reason I started this blog was to keep my family and friends updated on my life, since Jake and I are living in Idaho and won't be visiting California together for who knows how long. It's easier for everyone involved if I can post information on here and share news with family and friends, as opposed to calling or sending out ridiculously long text messages explaining what we've got going on in our lives. This blog isn't forcing anyone to look; text messages or phone calls are things that can't really be ignored, so I would not only be spending a LOT of time sending out the information, but I would be forcing anyone who received the information to listen to me. One of the qualities of blogs is that they require action from the reader to actually GET the information! Plus, this gives me another place to look back on for memories when I'm old and can't even remember how to tie my shoes anymore. But that's just a bonus.

In closing: I don't want people to be afraid to ask Jake and I questions about our lives, but please think before you speak. You might end up asking a question that was just addressed. Maybe you think this post is completely distasteful and classless and you would like to slap me upside the head for being so "insensitive." And maybe you're right, what do I know? But this post comes from a place of pent up frustration over the way my life is being treated currently.

Since I'm not normally an angry person, and I don't like ending posts on a grouchy note, hopefully this Ariel pug will make you happy.