Shedding the Rose-Colored Glasses

I got accused of doing the rose-colored glasses thing again last week.

A couple of years ago, I wrote about someone that just found me too positive, too cheery all the time.  Told me I was always looking at the world through rose-colored glasses.

OK.  Maybe.  I do always try to be positive.  The way I figure it, there's too much negativity in the world anyway.

Oh, I get my barbs in sometimes.  Most of it is hidden but not too deep. 

But I do have things that I really dislike.  So today, I'm gonna try and write about negatives...things I just don't like.

Like long fingernails on men.  Just can't stand it.  I guess it's just a personal grooming thing but I think it is partly just plain ol' laziness.

And reality TV.    I don't like Lima beans but I've learned to like Brussels Sprouts. 

I hate cancer or heart disease and wish no one had to suffer through either.  I don't like cigarettes but I do understand it is an addiction.

I hate cars that try and scare me on my bike and I've really not gotten a clear understanding of kale.  I don't like long lines, traffic, or bad service in a restaurant.

I don't like airplane delays, shopping in person, pretentiousness, or paperwork (and goodness knows that I do enough of that one).

I definitely don't like prejudice.  (Oh yeah...there's a big one for me.)

In today's world, I just don't see how it can continue to exist.  I cannot understand for the life of me how people can judge one another by the color of their skin.  Or their religion.  Or their culture.

But it happens.  A lot. Just ask someone that is in any kind of a minority what it feels like.  Or visit another country yourself, one that differs significantly from your world.

I believe in the freedom of expression but there are those that fly the Confederate flag for all the wrong reasons.  I have a friend even more southern than me that talks about the War of Northern Aggression  and we all laugh about it.

But more often than we want to admit, flying those stars and bars is a racist expression.   And so in my world, there is no place for it. 

I guess I just don't understand prejudice toward gender.  I raised my daughter to believe that she was not limited to things just because she was a girl.  Honey Boo Boo is the antithesis of my child-rearing philosophy. 

So, there you have it.  Things I hate. My first negative column. But don't expect it to be a regular feature.  I really hate negativity.