The idea of keeping one’s nose out of someone else’s business is not, in any way, shape or form, a new concept. It’s been around for quite a while now, although despite its prehistoric origins, it seems to me as though a lot of us are blissfully unaware of this ideology and could benefit from a reminder.
Ding dong, ladies and gentlemen. It’s me. I’m the reminder.
I should probably make mention that on occasion we subconsciously probe into someone else’s personal life with nothing but genuine intent. We aren’t necessarily trying to pry, but oftentimes, it comes across this way. I’m not referring to instances during which digging into someone’s business is a misunderstanding. I’m referring to when people quite intentionally shove their noses so far up someone else’s ass they can smell brain matter, and this occasion isn’t one which is deemed socially acceptable, if you ask me.
Allow me to provide you with an example. Blaine and I have been married not even three weeks yet, and already I’ve had a handful of people inquire as to when exactly we will be doing the bedsheet blitz and creating a baby. It’s worth noting these people aren’t even ones I would share the news I am expecting with, if it were the case.
Personally, I don’t think it is anyone’s business but mine and Blaine’s as to when we would like to start a family. We don’t owe anyone an explanation, justification, reasoning or a timeline, and quite frankly, it doesn’t concern anyone aside from Blaine and me. What if we weren’t able to have children? What if we don’t want to? The idea of starting a family isn’t one that needs to be vocalized on a public scale, and let me repeat that we haven’t even been married for a month yet.
PSA, it’s free to shut your mouth.