Thinking About: Bossiness

Sometimes I get bossed around – my boss obviously does this (mostly in a fatherly way). Kris bosses me into doing things I don’t want to do, like eating breakfast and putting my clothes away. Max and Griff are bosses in their own right, non-verbally forcing me to scratch, feed, reach items, read the same book 2,000 times etc. I accept all of these happily, for the most part. I don’t care for people that try to boss everyone else about what that should or shouldn’t post photos of on their social media pages though. I don’t give a shit that you don’t give a shit about how cute my kid looks. I don’t post pictures of my kid or my dog hoping that I’ll convince some childless or dogless person of the merits of procreation and animal companionship. I post them because I like them and some of the people that I know also like them. If you are offended by instagram, don’t look at it. It’s really really simple to avoid. I have a deathly allergy to Advil. Like I literally will die if I ingest it and don’t seek treatment immediately. But I don’t go around knocking Advil and telling people they’re dumb for taking it because, hey, some people like the anti-inflammatory qualities of ibuprofen and, really, it’s pretty easy for me to avoid. The internet has allowed basically anyone that is fortunate enough to have computer or mobile device to create a public archive of their life. I think that’s cool. I like less judging and more accepting (or ignoring). And my dog is the best and my kid is the smartest.