I am really bad at texting people back. In my old life, pre 2020, I wasn’t particularly great at it—and I certainly didn’t enjoy it as a form of communication—but I was able to keep on top of it through brute force. These days, brute force is no longer a workable strategy in my life, and so I’ve just slid into negligence on this issue. I should say to my friends reading this: my slow responses (and occasional lack thereof) have little bearing on how I feel about you, the person sending the message. And if I’m trying to make an actual plan with someone, I can usually manage a timely response. I may be reclusive these days, but I try not to be flaky as well.
Your point about the sanctimommys is so on the button. Thank you for articulating that. And the line about what to not care about so as your kid doesn’t have to care about it either has stuck with me all day. So simple yet so poignant (also so challenging in reality when family foist their own values/metrics of ‘success’ and also don’t respect boundaries 😒)
An act of sanity
Your point about the sanctimommys is so on the button. Thank you for articulating that. And the line about what to not care about so as your kid doesn’t have to care about it either has stuck with me all day. So simple yet so poignant (also so challenging in reality when family foist their own values/metrics of ‘success’ and also don’t respect boundaries 😒)