There’s nothing that “grinds my grits” more than having to be careful of what I say. (I’m not from the South…don’t know why I mentioned “grinding grits” , just think it sounds irritating.)
So, political correctness really “pushes my buttons”. (That just doesn’t sound irritating enough…but you get my drift. 🙂 )
There’s something about feeling censored that makes me feel that my opinion doesn’t count, or worse, is ill intended.
On top of it all, those who are easily offended by others, keep it to themselves and share it with others who are willing and , I suggest, anxious to be offended( gives them some drama for their mundane lives of laying in wait.) or just enjoy the fact that they are less offensive than the offender.
Makes me wonder what the deep dark secret is?
My first thought is that these offended types, like to take sides. They really think that life is black and white and good and evil. Taking a side, makes them feel less wrong.
Actually, I pity their view and their low self-esteem. Makes me want to let them know that others aren’t as bad as they think and that they,themselves, are better than they think they are.
No one criticizes them more than they must themselves. If they only knew how little anyone cares about their judgement.
How horribly judgemental they must think others are too.
Hey, maybe I am wrong about them?
Don’t want to judge them…if you can’t beat them, don’t join them…block them off of your Facebook and carry on folks!