Blame It All On My Roots

First, let me get this out of the way.

Pot, meet kettle.

I fully own that I can be just as guilty of what I’m about to write than anyone.

Now that’s that’s out of the way, you may be wondering what am I just so stinkin’ tired of that I would DO ALL OF THE WORK (it requires several clicks!) of writing a blog.

It’s not Florida-Georgia Line being on the radio every. single. time. I turn it on.

(By the way, as par for the course, I’ve discovered Pandora radio about five years after everyone else has, and let’s just say, “Pandora, you complete me” isn’t that much of a stretch).

It’s not people sharing recipes on Facebook that fill up my newsfeed so “they can keep them for later.”

(Pinterest, people. PINTEREST.)

(You can pin until your heart’s content and still not actually make any of them there too!)

No. It’s something much more old-fashioned.

My rant is about to start. This is where you may “x” out and turn on your 90s country on Pandora and sing along to Garth Brooks’ “Friends in Low Places.”

I just have some questions about people lately.

What happened to manners?
What happened to just waiting until the appropriate people contacted you?
What happened to just plain waiting?
Why are we so brave behind a keyboard?
What happened to being content in the moment and not worrying what’s happening FIVE WEEKS FROM NOW?
What happened to general kindness?

While being off for summer, it’s given me much more time for reading. Now, I’ve actually read lots of novels that were all slices of Southern fiction delight, but that’s a blog for another time.

I’ve been reading some fine social network groups this summer. Now, I don’t read too often because if I did, whatever-device-I-was-on would be in 3240 pieces and I would need a new living room window.

But y’all.


It just makes me want to ask, “What did we do before we could stalk, track down, contact any person we needed with just a few swipes on our phones? What did we do before having access to information in less time than it takes to microwave a bag of popcorn? Did we actually have to wait until the appropriate people contacted us?”

Look, I’m all about asking questions. My sweet administrators and bookkeepers can tell you I can ask the same question ten different ways and twenty different times.

(Bless their hearts.)

But it’s all about how you go about it.

You attract more flies with honey than vinegar is too true.

I think what gets me the most is, excuse the Southern expression, THE NERVE of too many people. They don’t expect to find out the information they need, they demand it. And not nicely. It’s their right to know what’s happening behind closed doors then and there. And even though the deadline you have for that task is not for several days away, HOW DARE YOU if you do not have the information. Pronto.

My parents instilled in me to treat everyone with respect and professionalism. To me, it’s common sense. Where has it gone?

I tell you where it hasn’t been lost.


Many adults could take a lesson from them. Now they’re not angels either (I know that’s news to you parents who have spent your summers with them), but they by and large treat others the way they want to be treated. And if they don’t, they learn from it. I often wonder if some of these grown-ups would speak this way out loud in front of their children as they do on some of these sites.

My guess is no.

All of this could lead to bitterness and just an overall negative attitude towards, well, the human race.

And to be honest, some days it does.

But instead, I’m going to force myself choose to treat others with the same grace that’s been given to me.

Join me.

“Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice. Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.” – Ephesians 4:31-32

"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about."

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