I'm not used to being vulnerable. Even if I didn't take the time and sit down to post these stories I'd still feel exposed.
For some reason at this juncture of my life, I feel people's silent judgments and condemnations.
For the most part it doesn't bother me---as a thinking, opinionated, black woman I have to develop a thick skin---but when I see memes like this pop up in my Facebook timeline, it reinforces those horrible little voices knocking around in my head.
The people in my Facebook circle are people that I actually like and find interesting. I don't accept friend requests "just because."
I differ in opinion with some of my Facebook friends on many topics, yet never in a million years did I think that someone I called a friend would post the mean spirited memes above.
Maybe they don't read my posts.
Maybe they don't truly know (or understand) the situation of the unemployed.
Or maybe they just don't care.
So it was with all of this in mind, I sat down to write about my Link card.
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