Call me "Old School". I won't mind.

Sometimes I react to certain things in certain ways, explore them a bit, and come to the conclusion that most of the time, my reaction will have to do with some outmoded view that really doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things. There are certain things, though, that I can't shake, try as I might. I'll admit - I'm a little old-fashioned. Yes, this is the chick who had the huge mohawk, who calls out "shoulds" with regards to what's "normal", and who tries very hard not to get sucked into anything too status quo. What's important is happiness.

But, like I said, some things? Some things get to me. Hard. There are some things that don't need to be said or displayed. There are certain boundaries that need to be respected, not just because a perceived infraction might ruffle one person's feathers, but just out of....respect. Damn, I'm repetitive and stuff.

Technology has removed a lot of sensitivity and observance of boundaries, I think, that should be honored. There are things, no matter how unconventional I may seem, that I simply *would* *not* *do*. And I don't know why I'm that way, but when I'm on the receiving end (or perceived receiving end) of something like this, I'm left with a really bad taste in my mouth. What's minor to one may be major to another, and a little consideration can go a long way. Conversely, sometimes you should just move on and get over it when things happen, but other times...I'm not so sure. Determining that dividing line between a breach of etiquette and making a mountain out of a mole hill is immensely challenging for me.

In the end, I think it all boils down to individual perception - BUT - there are times when those individual perceptions should, perhaps, be given a little more weight.

So what's my conclusion? I don't have one, beyond knowing that I'm pissed off about what I perceive as an infraction. Grand scheme? No biggie. Small scheme? Tacky. Sometimes it's hard to get past the small scheme, in the end. And as much as I've been slapped with this kind of thing lately over just the past week, I'm kind of beginning to think there might be something I'm supposed to learn. (Thanks, Universe! Just when I'd gotten the storage room cleaned up!) Perhaps the lesson is how to move my focus from "tacky" to "no biggie".

The things you realize while running the vacuum!