The picture on the left is my latest drawing. It hasn’t gotten great reception (because, obviously, the “fallen one” refers to Lucifer). I often draw a lot of things that are dark and tend to upset people. But my views are that morals (amazingly, I have a lot) have no place in art, including mine. You can’t make great art if you can’t push boundaries, after all…

But my reasons for using it today are simply because it suits the title and the content of today’s blog… They always say “the devil is in the details”, but the truth is, people aren’t always looking at the details… They see what they want to see and not what’s really there.

I always thought social media was invented so we could share our thoughts, ideas, views and the good and bad times in our lives with our friends and loved ones. That was the original idea, right…? And, instead, it’s given a license for people in your life to play the role of judge, jury and executioner. They’re everywhere… and closer than you think…

It amazes me that people are so quick to judge…

I’ve had issues quite a few times over the years on “Facepuke”. On occasion, the judgement comes from people I don’t know, replying to my comment on some page or what have you. I admit, it does piss me off, to a degree… These people are judging me as if they know all about me from one single comment (mind you, none of these comments are nasty and are simply my opinion and nothing more). It must be nice to be able to live your life that way, judging people solely on one comment as though you’re so… perfect… I just chalk it up to the fact that they’re assholes who don’t feel good about themselves unless they’re judging and putting down others. They’re pathetic and not worth my time…

But what really pisses me off is when friends and family judge you…

A few months ago, my mother had asked me to not post pictures when I get my hair or nails done or of my new car because it made her boyfriend (who lived with her since I was 12) upset… Seriously?! We’re still doing this, huh…? I wasn’t new to this, mind you. From the time I was 12 until I finally escaped that dysfunctional house, I had to deal with that situation more times than I can count. Don’t do (insert inane thing here) because it will upset the boyfriend… As if I cared… I’d always hated him and purposely pissed him off to try and get him to hit me so my mother would throw him out. I failed… But the point is, at my advanced age, with a home of my own, why should I change things to please him?!

I was so pissed, the next day I made a separate account so I could post what I wanted with no bullshit. And I stewed about it for a few days… Then I confronted my mother and told her I’d made a new account and it was bullshit that I had to, I should feel free to post what I wanted. She agreed, which I thought was odd… Apparently his issue was that I’m not in a good place financially, yet I’m spending money (he was also jealous because he wanted a new vehicle and couldn’t afford it). Why my finances are any of his business, I have no idea.

My mother’s boyfriend isn’t the only one… I have another family member who seems to think my finances are his business and sees me as a problem because I indulge.

The thing that neither of them realize is that I got a really awesome deal on that car and can afford the payments. They also don’t realize that I save my money for things I want. I only get my nails done about every 2 months (by which point, I’m surprised the acrylic is still on) and I save during that time to get them done. It’s my only indulgence. I’m entitled to have one, especially one that I have only every 2 months. As for my hair, I would go years without so much as a cut to save on money, but I grew tired of my hair being so long. As for coloring it… well, I just wanted to go with a funky color like purple before I got to old to rock said look. And I save up for that, too…

This quote is very true…

No one, not even the people closest to me, know me. All they know is what I allow them to know. That’s how I like it and that’s how I’ll keep it.

I’m just tired of getting treated like I’m a horrible person because I’m being judged constantly. Yes, sometimes the devil is in the details… if you’re not really looking at all the details. Don’t be so quick to judge and you may find there is no devil in the full details and that the only devil here is the one who’s playing judge, jury, and executioner…