mind your damn business

People have out right lost their minds. And their total concept of personal space. Now, I understand that in this day and age of voyeuristic social media I should expect/accept a certain level of exposure. I openly talk about how my daughter asked me if she’ll have big boobies like me (and can we have a party when it happens?). I talk about how I want to throat punch my husband when he chews his food within 20 feet of my ears. I talk about how sometimes I don’t want to leave the house because of crowds.

I put myself out there for sure, but come on guys, there has to be SOME limit to what you can say to people and by people, I mean me. I’m not your bestie or your sister and even if I was, keep it to your stupid self.

Like the troll who emailed me, NOT about buying the item I have listed on Kijiji but to inform me that she saw my item on sale at a store for $10 more than I have my price set at and perhaps I should think about adjusting my price.

Mind your damn business.

Like the lady who gave me the hairy eyeball at the grocery store when I raised my voice to my 5 year old to stop her from running straight for the entrance to the parking lot.

Mind your damn business.

Like the “friend” on Facebook who feels the need to play Sherlock and private message me to ask for further clarification on my cryptic status update that I posted to let off steam but didn’t want to share the whole story, cause if I did, I would have!

Mind your damn business.

Like the douche nozzle standing behind me in line at Superstore trying to check out what I’m doing on my iPhone and my ass while he was at it.

Mind your damn business and also “Thanks, howyoudoin’?

Like the family who booked a showing to see our house for sale and felt the need to inspect the contents of my bedside table.

Mind your damn business.

Like the stupid woman at the mall who asked me if my twins are “natural”!

Seriously??!!

Say it loud and say it proud y’all…MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS!