Showing posts with label Sound off. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sound off. Show all posts

Sunday, August 30, 2015

It Starts There

        The situation is this, most accidents, and incidents good and bad relate back to personal skills that we should have learned when we were children. You question, I don't understand why my younger sister who is 30 is such a brat, well let's take a look back at when she was 6 and was never punished for being a brat or told that her actions were wrong or brat like? So the brattiness was left to  fester, grow, and throughout her aging process she becomes more of a brat, so now she has a husband and children, and a house with a white picket fence and she's used her brattiness to acquire all she has, and while her husband believes her brattiness to be cute, and adorable, he's a blind loving husband who works a high end job that affords your bratty sister to be a stay at home mom with nannies and such who the kids almost accidentally call mommy everyday, cause they represent being a mother more than your bratty sister. So how does the fact that you and your husband having to scrap and save to give your one child a decent up bringing bode with you? Does it make you a bit bitter? You can feel how you want, but know that when your bratty sister was 6 and she lied on you about breaking that vase and you let her, silently accepting her lie and allowing your parents to punish you instead, and you took that punishment in silence, you set yourself up for what you feel right now. Yep, it's your fault and all the people around her that thought her pouting, and throwing a tantrum was cute and not her being a brat. It's your fault because she used what little power she had to cry, whine, and stomp her foot to get her way, while you sat in the corner moping, going unnoticed because she took all the attention. Yep being a sibling of a brat is something else for the other siblings, but don't think the brattiness started recently, the root of bratitude(yep, made it up) is a seed that is fed by many fertilizers, and watered unwittingly by the siblings, parents, teachers, and whomever is around the bratty sibling, they take whoever they're around and make them feed the seed of bratitude they have deeply rooted where there heart should be.
        This topic came to me when I was watching the news, and of course the news is just a bucket of happy now a days (sarcastic), but anyways I was watching the news and I realized that most of the issues that we are supposed to receive in grade school or before at home are the reasons why we suck fail as adults. Some personal skills include, listening, paying attention, silence while others are speaking, sharing, humility, responsibility, cooperation just to name a few, oh and my favorite one is keeping your hands to yourself. Now, I don't have children, but I do observe children on a daily basis and have a personal understanding that they grow into adults. So if little Tommy is throwing things that don't belong to him at 7 and 8, if you never correct him, he's going to jail for assault as an adult. Yeah I can hear it now,  "That's dramatic, and blah blah blah," but it's my personal opinion that this everyones a winner, as long as you treat me like everyone else, but I have special issues that require me to not be treated like everyone else so don't treat me like everyone else but if you treat me different I'll tell blah, blah, blah is heading  going down a road of justifiable violence and circumstances that are ridiculous. 
        I remember the day where if the teacher threatened that they would call your parents it sparked fear in me, now if teachers say that, the student responds with laughing, and something like this "Call'em, the numbers ###-####," then the parent is called and they show up mad at the teacher for pulling them from work, which I question what work you could be doing that allowed you to get to the school house in five minutes still dressed in your cookie monster pajama pants, dingy white tank top and neon green flip flops and satin shower cap, keep in mind it's 2 PM, must be a laid back job, one of those stay at home- - -getting back on topic I'll  save that for another blog- - so the parent has been pulled from work and they blame the teacher for calling them about their child, when the actions that their child portrays at school they condone and allow at home are what cause the phone call to be made in the first place. What a way to point a finger, but since you feel like being childish I'll respond with a childish phrase, "Just remember he who points a finger has three pointing back at them."

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Sunday, May 17, 2015

I Lick The Glass Of Your Life

A must be nice
Wonder what that life is like
My life is nothing quite
Like the picture I see of your L-I-F-E
But these windows taste alright
Like warmth, trust, strain and strife
Must be nice to be in a position of security
I wonder what that's like?
So I lick the glass of your life
Seeing into it, tasting the mix of love and compassion
Better than my own glass,
jagged and shattered, tasteless and bitter
Just pieces to a whole
The aftermath of destruction that has severely taken
a toll
My breath fogs up my view at times and
the coolness of the glass feels nice against my skin
sending chills all over my body
With my eyes darting back and forth as I watch
your life play out I question is that what life is like?
The comfort, the joys, the highs, the lows, the peaks,
the valleys, the support?
I don't know that normal, I don't know that life
So as my eyes droop and close, I fall asleep and dream
awaiting to tune into another one of your life episodes

Friday, March 13, 2015

Nawwwwwwwwwwww, uh uh


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Sometimes Facebook is too much.
Sometimes people take too much of their business and put it up there.
But when people take other peoples business and put it on Facebook that's a bit insensitive and annoying to me.
I don't need people to put any info about my personal life on Facebook, if people gave a crap about what's going on  my my life they would text message or perhaps a call (not really, I hate talking on the phone). But I'm tired of people who feel like they are entitled to my life posting things about me or my family on Facebook pretending to deep, pretending to be ''reborn", PRETENDING. You are as deep as kiddy in the desert, save your sympathy, empathy, pretendathy(see what I did there, put pretend and sympathy together lol) for the people that still believe in your fake self. Yes I get that people can change, but no, not for the people I know, and I know these folks very well, YOU'RE FAKE! I'm just so appalled by how people can feel so deeply like it's there life, like they have to feel more feels than you, SOME OF Y'ALL NEED TO GET OFF THAT DRAKE MESS RIGHT NOW! How- -what - - -like you're so overwhelmed with emotions? Please stop, just stop pretending, and get your life together and leave mine off of Facebook, just stop.

Put honestly, I'm not even mad.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

PSA: You Matter

Matter
Science has it's definition
Well I have mine
Matter is personal, 
an to each it's own
Matter is a feel
a voice that is loud or silent
I myself struggle with matter, if I matter, you matter, she, he matter

A lady in my gym class whose going through a health struggle that has knocked her down a lot came to me and said "I love to see you in class because you dance around and it makes me feel like I'm not the only one looking weird when I dance." Another lady said that she missed me last week because I usually keep her on track with the moves. It surprised me because I go to the gym for my own love of it, but I guess I really do enjoy the like minded people as well and the advice that I receive from the people who most of the time all I know if there first name. I guess I just never thought that I matter a little bit which has caused me to take a serious look at my life and what matters to me. I've been caught up in existing, surviving rather than living because nothing seems to matter, but in all actuality is truly does. There's a reason that we wake up each morning and are allowed to live while other's pass on. It's because God knows we matter, it's the fault of us as people that causes that view of matter to become less, more, or nonexistent. 

Matter
God believes you do
And someone else does too.