Defining Me

I’ve been having issues last little bit with definition.  Not my definition, but the way others define who I am and how I believe by their own personal standards.  It kind of rocked me for a second because I actually thought I was past that.  Apparently not.  So I’ve been whining, complaining, and tonight, I’ve just decided to suck it up and move on.  That’s the good thing about my moods, they never stay long because I refuse to allow them to do so.  So what did I do? I  stopped dwelling on it. I apologize to my friends who’ve had to listen to me whine about the unfairness of people challenging me and my beliefs in a rather forceful manner.  I’ll stop..really,lol.  Ya’ll are the only ones who have helped keep me sane and from going totally off the edge and I appreciate you more than you know.  Here is the thing.  I know that my path works for me.  I know the history of it, and what it means to me.  I see no need to defend it or myself to anyone else.  I need to look in the mirror and appreciate the gifts I have, and get back to work.  If that means kicking some to the curb for their negative shit..so be it..but either way, I am done feeling like a punching bag.  So what is the definition of me?  I carry a lot of labels in my life, some I shouldered onto myself, others placed there by others.   Some news ones have been suggested and that amuses me.  I am ordinary woman really.  Nothing I do is special in my opinion.  I do things as I have always done them, and yet sometimes that resonates with others.  That’s fine.  If I can help others even if its being an example of what not to do, then so be it.  Witch, pagan, woman, mother, sister, friend, Nana..they are all labels used to define who I am, and yet that just barely scrapes the surface.  I hope that I succeed at all of these, and maybe I do somewhat.  I know that I am better at some  than others .  I could use some more work on them I guess, but sometimes things are beyond our control and we have to accept those that are not perfect, probably will never be and move on.  Same with my beliefs.  I am opinionated when it comes to how people treat others, maybe because I know what it feels like to be bullied and disrespected, and have seen the fear reflected in the faces of those who get caught up in situations caused by ignorance and hate.  I refuse to be part of the silent majority who will not speak up.  I also refuse to walk away from my path because it is not the accepted view of narrow minded people who think I need to follow the status quo, and  those who choose to judge out of ignorance and lack of knowledge.  So I sit looking into my mirror and accepting that while I am not perfect, I am doing just fine at being a decent human being..one who accepts her friends as they are, loves her family even when they aren’t always so loveable, and try to do as my guides direct in teaching, learning and living.  All in all, that isn’t a bad definition after all.

 

PEACE OUT

WHERE THE HELL IS THAT LIGHT SWITCH?

You know it’s been a frustrating week and a half.  Everything I say or do has become suspect with other people.  When I do things, there “must” be a motive.  If I speak my mind then I am apparently wrong or being judgmental and negative.  It’s an across the board thing.  No matter what group I post in, what I post in my feeds, speak to someone in the “real” world..I’m “wrong”.  I am not allowed to tell people they have no voice in my path apparently. It holds no value because it isn’t done according to others rules, definitions or dogma.  It’s just wrong, feeds nothing, and is not workable.  Really.  My response is going to be negative, so get ready(disclaimer).  Fuck you! It has worked for me for quite some time…and my guides tell me that I am where I am supposed to be..well, except for dealing with asshats who think they know it all.  So go on your merry way, say what you will, but I refuse to listen anymore.  Apparently I also am not allowed to voice opinion about what I think based on what someone else said.  Sorry..I thought that was the basis of communication…listening, then speaking back what one heard, so as to get clarification..apparently I was again mistaken.  But I refuse to “sit” in a pagan forum and listen to one spew nothing more than what amounts to propaganda for a group that bases their views on bigotry and hate.  So what to do about both of these situations?  Maybe  it’s time to walk….walk away from the madness that spills over into my life, causes me to feel so defeated that I cannot find my way above it.  I have candles and incense lit today in order to check the tears..find some balance and light.  And writing…long has it been the release of emotions for me..a way to pour out all the things I want to scream from the rooftops.  But I’ve walked in the shadows so long that I’ve developed habit of not saying everything I want to say…partly because I feel as if I ever open those flood gates, I won’t be able to stop until I am spent and the carnage  I leave behind will not be fixable..people will be harmed irreparably, relationships damaged, hell even physical damage could happen.  So I disguise it in sarcastic truth, making most think I am joking(yeah I know there are some of you who know the truth of it)…or I pretend nothing happened and walk on…to pull it out later and grieve over it.  Maybe that is what’s happening today..my heart is filled to overflowing to allow any more pain to be inflicted so its had to let it out..all that grief that is bottled, that is serving no real purpose… I wish it was anger…Anger I could understand..use it to work to pull myself back into balance.  I am familiar with that emotion well and do not see it in a negative light  because it has served me well in the past.  Grief..that makes me feel weak and untethered.  I hate that feeling of disconnect.  That is not an emotion I handle very well.  I’m sick of letting myself get here.  I’ve GOT to find the damn light switch and turn it off,   it’s attracting too many asshats who want to make me doubt myself in order to be “right”.   I refuse to stay here in the cubby hole they’ve tried to place me in…life is about changing directions and I prefer to be outside of the lines set by others, so….going back to my shadows, where it always warm and welcoming.   No longer will I allow myself to be drawn out to be used as a personal project.  This would be the sound of my light going off…~CLICK!~

What does one gain by saying “yes”?

I am not a “yes” person.  I will say that right up front.  My control issues make me take the contentious route in many conversations.  So when I see a posting from someone  that can get little over the top, I take notice.  Such was one today …news article about how some cultists forced women to have sex “with themselves”..their words not mine…mine would have said lesbian sex, because that term “with themselves” could also have been masturbation..~shrugs~ just saying.  Anyway, it was filmed and when said cultists(again their words..probably sect outside of regular faiths), were arrested, they found film, weapons.  Comments were made disparaging the women, which I actually found offensive.  Remarks about how could someone be coerced into performing such acts..so of course they must have been prostitutes.  Now I have issues(ok, a lot of them) with people always blaming the victim of crimes that involve  sexual crimes, or religious coercion.  One wonders why they would “consent”..well, in my humble opinion, I believe that if one is trying to save their lives, most people would do damn near anything…It’s why cult leaders are so successful in what they do.  they string you along, prey on those who have a weakness, be it youth, ideology, poor home life, spiritual disconnect..whatever that may be..they start off with the physical, provide shelter, companionship, food, etc..under the guise of spiritual love.   When all those other elements have been met, it then moves on into their own depravity….  their own self-gratification..and has nothing to do with religion or spirituality.  It takes a lot for those involved to make it out…it’s been shown many times in the news that the brain is fragile, and can be fucked with on a grand scale by master manipulators.  Kidnap victims have been known to identify with their captors in a syndrome called “stockholm syndrome”, in that the victims soon empathize and even defend their captors, mistaking lack of abuse as kindness.  So what does all this have to do with people who always agree you may ask?  Well, in this same conversation, there was a person who automatically jumped on the bandwagon of disparaging the women..and they agree with the comments because one..they don’t think for themselves often enough, and two..the comments came from someone they look up to and take their words at face value..as gospel..although if you were to ask the second person, he would tell you that he is not infallible, is still a student of life, and he voices his opinion as do the rest of us.  Now while I too, respect the words from this person, and from others as well.  I have a brain and coupled with my control issues..it makes me pause and think things through even to the point of playing devil’s advocate sometime…just to give another point of view that some may not have considered.  I see it in daily life as well.  People trying so hard to fit in or not be considered “strange” for not being the same as others, i.e. going to church every time door is open, having same political views….  whatever someone says..one agrees to it.  As someone who has always been on outside looking in..always the “new kid” moving from base to base..I’ve become a people watcher and can see the  complexities  of human nature, so am aware of people’s need to fit in..believe me, am not unaware of that emotion myself.  But I refuse to fit into a mold of “yes people”.  It’s how the bullies, dictators of this world are able to get as far as they did before being taken down.,  People refuse to stand up and voice their opinion.    But those not on a life or death scale..what do they gain from agreeing with those they are enamored of?  Does it reinforce in their world that they are on the right path..doing this “just so” so that the plan moves accordingly?  Screw that…make your own road!  Take the knowledge offered and see if it works in your world?  if not..acknowledge that and move on.  When we stand by and become a cheer squad for whatever comes out of someone’s mouth, we place them on a pedestal(yeah I get the irony Nagini,lol)..and then do not keep their feet to the fire and keep them honest, we are disloyal to our very being.  Our spiritual connectedness to the universe is threatened.   We want what they teach us to be truth, based upon fact, not opinion..if they speak from personal point of view, we want that stated as well.  So, maybe next time one makes a controversial statement(or not), think before automatically agreeing.  Is it really how you feel?  If not, then speak up..what do you have to lose?  Perhaps you could give someone else food for thought..a perspective that they had not considered.  What do you have to lose?

 

PEACE OUT

LOVE AND PEACE

I saw him as he entered , dragging his bag behind.

He look so old and withered, face worn, and lined.

Yet there was about him, a light, that shined from within

It illuminated his countenance, and radiated his skin.

I cannot tell you where he came from, nor his very name

And yet, something about him, drew me near as if we were the same.

Child, he said…I come to tell you, that you are  special, a child of love

For we are one race, divined by above.  We separate each other, with walls,

lines and such, but its all in our own minds…we must begin to trust.

If we choose to love each other as it has been written by some,

then who knows the miracles that would happen in the harder times to come.

So I leave you with this memento, its not much really, just a token of respect.

He handed me a paper flower, its fragrance long since spent, as well as a

a garland of daisies to hand around my neck.

I bid you peace dear child..may you find it in your walk.  Keep the faith and remember,

the love is how you talk.  Share this with others, help them find their way, and maybe soon we’ll all

find peace is not too far away.

 

PEACE OUT

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU ASK FOR….YOU MIGHT JUST GET IT

I’ve been sitting back watching people as of late.  Kind of helpful when one is trying to recenter.  So several instances I’ve noticed with people and their magical workings.  One is an “experiment” of a ritual  to call angels to you. It takes 5 days, and when you’re done you pass it on to 3 other people.  Sort of like a chain letter.  The other is a candle meditation, using a candle in a darkened room and one focuses until the entity shows up.  So my query is this…what are you going to do when they show up?  When I work, I have a definite intent.  that is if I conjure something up, I know exactly what I desire it to do.  So if one is just calling these entities to you as an “experiment”…things could get a little dicey.  Reason I say this is because when one flips the switch to conjure…it’s like one of the bug lights.  it calls everything.  so while the one you are asking to come and help shows up, so may others you did not want.  One asked how does one get rid of entity when you call it?  Good question.  If you have no answer, then may I suggest you leave shit the hell alone?    I cannot begin to tell you how many silly people I’ve run across who claim to have conjured something and now its harassing them.  They run to find someone with experience who will come and banish it.  But the truth is, they will usually go back and try it again because they “figured out what they did wrong”..Ummm..yeah, what they did wrong was trying things without knowing anything.    Many people want to experiment, but many are afraid of crossing the line that societal faiths have said is “evil”.  So those conducting these little “experiments” are afraid of what they will see really.  My thinking is that the practitioner is the one in control..fear just gets in the way.  Knowledge is power.  Use it to learn the proper way to approach workings.  This bullshit of experimentation can get one killed if truth be told.  You may not care for what shows up, or be able to get rid of it.  If you scared to try magic..leave it alone.  Nobody says you have to do it.  It’s supposed to be about the spiritual you know, although some of us like to add a little flair to our paths,lol.  So next time you see some of these little experiments floating around…try it if you want..just be careful..you may actually get what you ask for…and then some 🙂

 

PEACE OUT

RESPITE

Sometimes things come up from past situations that just rattle us.  It tends to throw what we have going on more than a little off balance.  Such has been the case this week.  I was unsure what to do at first, trying to get myself back in line with some meditations, lighting of candles, incense…I still was unsettled, so I did what I always do when having issues, I take a trip.  I began by going to the glade where Brin waited with George.  He’s never been there before so I was a little surprised.  “I’m going with you”, he tells me.  I nod in acquiescence because to argue with him is pointless.  The next thing I knew we were standing in front of Maman’s cabin.  I was little dizzy from the speed and said so.  “You’ll get faster the more you do this” I was told.  I go inside, George goes to his usual spot as Brin stays on the front porch.  “Unsettled are we Cher”, asks Maman.  From out of the blue I tell her…why now when I seemingly have things moving as they should.  Maman takes my hand…”this is important Cher”, she tells me softly.  I look knowing that I will again see the sigil placed there.  “you only are realizing a small part of that gift of power that is yours.  Others, they have seen it for some time and even they do not know the true extent of it..but they are willing to use it, to use you.”.  Ok, I know that I have been a sucker in the past allowing others to use what I know, feeding off me and knowledge acquired, but thought that I had gotten past that.  “you were harmed before”, Maman again breaks into my thoughts. “you have been shown how to protect yourself, and done so..but that is on the physical”….I laugh thinking of the webs being classified as physical, but clearly there is more to this.  “Come child, sit”.  I sit in my favorite chair by the fire, while Maman strokes my hair and continues to speak to me softly, as if I were a frightened child..and maybe in many ways I still am.  I start to close my eyes, but catch a glimpse of color.  Blue iridescence curled up with the huge hell hound.  I glance at Maman, who tells me that she too had need of knowledge to deal with the past and is resting now.  I nod, and lay my head back.  “You are stronger than you know Ma Petite.  Things that were used to harm you before no longer have that power.  They are only to serve as a reminder of how far you have come”.  But this person came at me to harm me and a friend I tell her…”And yet that friend is no longer in your world are they?” she tells me.  No..they didn’t move on with me I tell her.  “There are plenty of people who will come and go in your life Cher.  Some are to teach you a lesson, others to gain one from you.  They don’t all stay connected to you”.  She is right about that of course…I definitely learned a lesson about trust, especially in my path, as well as how to protect myself.  I tell her about my new picture, the one where there is no swamp..Maman laughs.  “You do as is your normal thing..hide…the swamp is there in the open space, you embrace it all from the wheat field and yet..only you can see .  It’s the way you protect what is important to you”.  The shadows are warm I tell her.  “Oui,” she says.  “It is one of the reasons you are ghede…shadows do not frighten you or what they hold because you have always walked both paths”  “the veil is getting thinner and souls are getting restless in anticipation….and if you weren’t ill from all the stress you would have already been excited yourself”, Maman tells me.  This is true because I would have already pulled out the decorations to share with my favorite little person.  “drink this”..I am handed a cup of coffee.  I am beginning to like the taste of this, with the chocolately cinnamon taste with the rum kicker added.  I finish the cup and lean back in the chair and can seem to hardly keep my eyes open.  “You will sleep child, and rest…Brin will carry you home and your protection reinforced by the others.  Time to heal and let go of things with no power to carry on and watch yours grow”.  I nod sleepily.  When I awoke this morning, it was late…and I was rested..the first time this week that I can remember sleeping so deeply.  I look at my hand..yeah sigil still there.  I can feel the caress on my cheek where Maman kissed me good-by, and feel the warmth where Brin held me close as I slept.  I am no longer disturbed by those from the past, asking, demanding things of me that I will no longer give.  I’m also learning to appreciate this new-found gift that allows me to walk this path with confidence.  What a beautiful respite from the daily grind.

 

PEACE OUT

Introspection

Sometimes we go through things that seem to be beyond our control.   How we act is one thing, how we react is another.  I’ve done enough shadow work to know that at times I’m going to have a knee jerk reaction based upon past experiences.  But knowing this keeps me from behaving like an ass and taking it out on everyone around me.  That’s not to say that I haven’t done that..I’m ashamed to say that I have.  What to do then?  Recognize the triggers and try to minimize the damage I cause is one solution…Stay out of and away from situations that will trigger chaos is another.  But the best one I have found is to know that things from the past no longer have the power they once claimed.  I am not that same person I once was…weak, needy desiring to be accepted no matter the cost or consequences.  I am strong today because I know that no matter what happens, I will persevere.  I know what things tend to push my buttons.  I’ve also learned that no matter what happens, I can no longer let it bleed over onto those around me.  Those who care, those who don’t.  It is no longer acceptable.  I used to be of the mind-set that if I was miserable, then so would everybody else be dammit.  Instead, I’ve learned to back away, find a place just for me and become quiet to think things through.  It is a better solution for all concerned.

 

I have some things to think through today.  How to handle things going on around me, both online as well as home.  Offers made by some I thought were in the past… that had situations that cost me dearly, both physically as well as spiritually….meltdowns on several fronts that attack my energy flow..so severe they cause tears and that in itself pisses me off because for me, even though I know tears can be cleansing, they are a sign of weakness…how could I allow that to harm me…better up the shields, but if I do, it can effectively cut people out …yeah…lot to ponder on.  I even took some time from my addiction…facebook..that is how important this thinking is today…I don’t know what the outcome will be..and in truth it kind of fills me with trepidation…what if I make the wrong decision about the situations that have me concerned?  I will have to light candles today and seek some guidance.  While I may feel turned upside down and battered, things aren’t always as it appears, because I sometimes tend to make things harder than it has to be.  What will the answer be?  No clue..but I’m sure whatever it is, will be the right thing for me..

 

PEACE OUT

Perfect? Nowhere close

What is it that has all of us scurrying around like ants in our lives trying to achieve perfection?  Does that attribute really exist?   Why when I look in the mirror do I feel the desire, no NEED  to make things perfect in my world?  Why do we act like  insane idiots when things don’t go as we envisioned them?  Who says that we have to be perfect?  It starts early in our lives, this need to make things go just so…yet some of us seem to have the need to go that extra mile and make it extremely perfect.  Maybe its because in abusive situations, one sees that to be perfect keeps the violence to a minimum, or perhaps in relationships it keeps the peace.  But this deep seated impracticality causes us all a great deal of harm.  It causes us to worry and beat ourselves us up when things don’t measure up in our eyes.  We are our own toughest critic.  So, I look into the mirror and affirm these:  I was never a perfect child, even though I made perfect grades, kept my room neat and watched over the younger siblings.  I was not a perfect wife, even though I allowed things to slide when I should have been more vocal.  I was not a perfect mom, even though I loved them with every fiber of my being..they had the audacity to grow into their own beings who disappoint me quite often in their treatment of others…did I teach that?  If not, its something they picked up..and yet, they make me proud sometimes for the very reason I just mentioned…balance..THAT I did teach, ~shrugs~  definitely not perfection.  I am not a perfect friend. I tend to let my own emotions color how I see things and say what I think or feel, and that makes people uncomfortable sometimes.  I am not a perfect woman…weight, height, manner of speech..definitely not perfect.  And yet, with all those affirmations of imperfection, we are “perfect” without even trying to be.  There are things we do for others that they term “perfect”.  We have talents and gifts that work quite well for us, so that would be considered a degree of “perfection”.  So why is it that we can’t let ourselves off the hook when we come up short in our own ledger?  We have this inner desire to be the best, to achieve that which others see as unattainable.  Those of us with control issues, well that places extreme need to attain this goal.  What we do we feel is a reflection of who we are, and that is not true.  Our value is not based upon outward appearance, our actions, speech, faith.  No, who we are is based upon soul, spirit that resides deep within.  While all the other can affect some of what the world sees, it is that secret self that we tend to hide from others that truly defines who we are.  It is nestled deep within us, giving us strength to persevere in the face of adversity, to believe in ourselves when others do not, guides us when we are struggling to find our way.  We have a tendency to brush off others compliments or acknowledgement of  things that we do or say that may resonate within them, but that too is disbelief that  anything we have to offer is of value.  So how to reconcile the two halves? It’s a challenge I will admit.  It took me years to accept that I had anything to offer for anyone, but with my guides constantly in my head, putting to rest demons from episodes past that no longer have power to harm me, and a long  look in the mirror to see the “real” me..I’ve come closer to it.  It isn’t perfect by anyone’s standard but mine, and while that may surprise some..it’s fine by me.  I am the one who has to live with spirit and see that there is value in what I offer, both to others as well as myself.  It can be a struggle when there are trying days, but I shrug my shoulders and put one foot in front of another and start again.  That is the “perfect” part of life…we get to start over.  Failure isn’t fatal..and there are degrees of that as well.  Why use others yardstick to determine what works for us in our world?  All that matters is what  feels right to us.  How we view ourselves, the way we practice our path, our self worth, that is not defined by anyone but ourselves.  Perfect huh?  Yes…yes it is, and that is what makes it perfectly amazing.

Lighten up…laugh a little…I swear it won’t break your face

I’ve been stirring the pot..just a little.  I have a new page on facebook, “if you can’t handle this how are you going to handle the burning times”.  It has cartoons of witches in cartoons, videos as well as Halloween  funnies.  I did this for several reasons..First, I think they are funny as hell, a friend suggested I make the page, and I wanted  to tweak others noses a bit.  Why would I do that?  Well…it can be amusing and sometimes one needs the laugh, and also because there was a witchy cartoon posted and people began going off on stereotypes of the witches portrayed around the cauldron.  Dressed in black, pointed hats, ugly faces…Yeah, that depiction has been around for a long time.  Hollyweird tweaked it with their movies so now not all witches portrayed that way.  What is is that people resent about this?  As far as the cartoon is concerned, I find it funny.  Why?  well because it bears no resemblance to any witch I know.  People expect witches to dress in black and have pointed hats…know why?  Black was associated with “evil” and shadow which is where “evil” resides, so witches dressed as such according to those who proclaimed it that way back in the day.  The pointed hat?  It came about during the real burning times in which innocent people were tortured into admitting they were witches.  The hats represent the steeple of the church, and it was placed upon said victim’s head as a way of placing them back under the “protection” of the church.  But why get all twisted over cartoons that still portray witches as ugly evil beings?  Majority of them are hilarious, and truthfully since we don’t resemble that image, why get your skivvies in a knot?  They aren’t a true representation, nothing about the cartoons are real life, so why not laugh at it and move on?  Why waste energy being angry about things.  I have heard so much about how badly witches are portrayed…puhleeze.  While I will admit that to label oneself a witch can bring derision from some, religious rhetoric from others, have you ever considered that sometimes it is because of whom they are speaking about?  I’ve run into a few who call themselves witch and then toss out the most amazing fluff and glitter.  I have to laugh because they spill the “love and light” shit and refuse to practice witchcraft..Umm..just how does one justify the label witch then?  If you don’t practice..are afraid to cross an invisible line in the sand, then you are most definitely not a witch.  if you cannot curse, you cannot heal..One has to be balanced.  So instead of going off on the depiction of witches in cartoons, why not make the effort to educate others as to what that really means here in the real world. And for pity’s sake…laugh for god’s sake.. Life is too short to go nuts over a damn cartoon.

 

PEACE OUT

Just one of those days

Have you ever run across people and wonder how they ever get through life without having someone wipe their ass for them?  You know the ones I mean..they are the ones that wander around letting others make decisions for them or others and just going with the flow without giving any thought as to what they are doing.  Those people I call “sheeple”…They follow the leader, nose upon the ass of the one in front and just follow  the smell of  bullshit.  I heard of a couple who were convicted of murder(not sure what degree..but does it really matter?)..They had a sick child and because of their religious affiliation and that the husband is the head of the house, let this poor baby die because they chose to pray for it instead of seeking medical attention.  Now I have no problem with prayer or asking god for help….but omg people! Did he not also give you a brain? Even natural herbs would have been more beneficial than just doing nothing but praying.  And for the mother..I have contempt…She carried this child under her heart, went through hell to bring him into this world and because some “man”(her husband) decreed that he is in charge of all things under their roof that even if she wanted to, she did not go against him even though it meant that her child died.  Now ya’ll know I have control issues..built on things from my past that decrees that NO man will EVER tell me what I can and cannot do, especially with a child I brought into this world…NOT happening.  People like these pervert the word of god to do as they choose.  They pick and choose which rules to follow…they seem to skip over the ones that tell them to have compassion and act like a damn human being.  Then there are those that no matter the path/faith they are in..seem to not be able to think things out for themselves.  The Lwa aren’t happy with you because of neglect?  Oh..what to do..what to do?  Why go ask a dozen people of course and take NONE of the advice…come up with half dozen excuses as to why you can’t do any of the things suggested.  FFS!  Why ask?  You obviously at some point made a commitment in your faith and for various reasons, have walked away.  Yet those you made a decision to work with are a little confused as to what the problem is and would like you to do as you promised.  Dialog would be helpful..but like a frightened child they run here and there with the “sky is falling” syndrome like chicken little, getting nothing accomplished but attention as some would stroke their head, hold their hand and say “poor baby”..I say fuck that…get your act together and decide exactly what your path is and how you are going to walk it.  Stop listening to everybody else and do what is required to grow on that path..whatever it is.  Those who seem to think that every personal “crisis” needs to be dealt with by others because they simply cannot understand how to do so are also another personal peeve, and today I’m gonna pet it…What.  the.  hell. is. your .problem? Are you 2?!? Do you still need mommy or daddy to stand in front of you with the fly swatter and swing at the world?  Grow the hell up! Someone stalking you on FB..report/block their ass..simple solution.  Family drama?  Stay out of it if you can’t be part of the solution.  If it concerns you why not check and see where you can back off, take a deep breath and decide how you can reduce the friction..not that I’m an expert, but sometimes one just has to say “fuck it” and walk away.  Then there are those people who seem to revel in telling ALL the personal details of their lives.  Did I fucking ASK?   No?  Then why are you still talking? I have no desire to know whom is sleeping with whom (or isn’t)…why you hate whomever it is you hate, how much money you do or do not have…It’s none of my business…STFU.  And those people who seem to not understand personal hygiene for whatever reason….give the rest of us a damn break!  If you smoke..you reek..fact of life to those of us who do not smoke.  For those of us with breathing disorders such as asthma or COPD, the ashtray that you call your mouth can cause our lungs to spasm and our stomachs want to turn itself inside out.  Even your clothes smell…For your own personal health and the rest of us who have to be exposed to your vice….STOP!  I’m sure your lungs will thank you for it,as do the rest of us.  And for those who cannot seem to drive down the road without talking on the cell phone, texting, putting on make up, or just being a looky-loo in general…FYI..You are in a car..hello!  hang up and drive..It’s the skinny little pedal on the right..Use it…Oh and use the turn signals once in awhile..the vehicle comes equipped with them, doesn’t take much to click the lever..really…would make life much easier for the rest of us who have to follow your ass down the highway.  Whew!  I feel so much better now that I’ve vented…sometimes one just has to let it all out or it explodes , sometimes covering people who happen to get in the way.. Maybe tomorrow will be better…keeping positive thoughts :).

 

PEACE OUT