September 2013
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The Perils of being yourself
One of the big bad facts of life is - nobody likes you. They tell us in the after school specials and memes across the world wide internet that we should just be who we are and let the chips fall where they may. Not a shred of truth in it. Who we are is a mess.
We monitor what we say and do, we look to others for correct responses. We know that if we say what's really on our minds that it would be hurtful and mean. We don't really give a shit how your day went, and we sure don't give a fuck if you have a nice day once you're out of eyesight. We bless people for sneezing when we're disgusted by the germs they've just spewed into our air space. We thank them what doing what we secretly consider to be their PURPOSE in life. You bagged my groceries? Good, it's your fucking JOB, ain't it? Our pleases are in truth 'gimmees' and our thank you's are 'about damned time's'.
I've asked people what the one thing they liked most about me was, and they usually say my almost diabolical skills at blow jobs, but a close second is my honesty. There is the problem. If for some reason you don't like me and have gotten out of my way to go do your own thing, consider yourself lucky. The me you don't like is only a tenth of the ME I am, and you SURE wouldn't like that one. So many times, I have to pause and come up with something way nicer to say to people and while I can come up with four or five horrible ones I usually try the most polite way.
People have said I have no filter but I do have them. I take the way I truly feel about things and run it under the flow of sunlight and rainbows that is the paragon of decency. Sometimes the fuck you doesn't wash off all the way. That's when people get upset with me. I know how grimy the sugar-water gets after I've cleaned my thoughts and put them out there. I'm me. There are times when even I'm amazed at how much bile is spewed, how much venom my words can drip, and I have my own reactions to it. Sometimes I shudder when I think of what I could have said or done. Sometimes I laugh and think they really do have this coming. It's that filter I keep in place that lessens the blow.
Be yourself.
Be yourself and leave me the fuck alone... I mean, heh. Um, thanks, you too.
Post Labor Day
Long Island Kink Fest
STEPPING UP
.i was having a dream about the zombie apocalypse (I always have to spell check the word even though I use it so much ,lol) and while it wasn't blood and gore ,it was telling the story of three peoplE .it started from the beginning and focused on their own personal journey of right and wrong ,what they would do when faced with certain situations and at what point does a child ,a teen ,and a man move up to the next stage in their development as a HUMAN beinG .if it isn't a tv series ,it should be a movie :) I lit it beautifully and casted shadows in all the right placeS .it made me feel for the people involved although I didn't know theM .we all have to go through points where we have to make decisions that are beyond uS .how we deal with them ,how we step up - almost literally STEPPING UP - makes us grow and connect and become better than we arE .in our own ways ,we are all heroeS
If I were Bashar al-Assad
If I were Bashar al-Assad, I'd personally move all my chemical weaponry Jusssst upwind of our closest third-world ally, and plant my butt right on top of them and say... "Goooooo ahead." All the usual targets? I'd take whatever women, children and PUPPIES I could get my regime to round up at gunpoint - a.k.a. anyone who's still IN Syria. (They're RUNNING ILLEGALLY INTO OTHER COUNTRIES TO ESCAPE THIS STRIKE. They KNOW something bad is going to happen.) And when the bombs hit, either poisoning the allies, or worse YET, RUSSIA, CHINA, JAPAN, etc... OR - killing THOUSANDS OF INNOCENT PEOPLE being used as a human shield? Yeah..... that's what I'm thinking
If I were Bashar al-Assad's girlfriend
Just sayin'.
