Wednesday, June 8, 2016

The Art of ASSumption & the Most Powerful Thing to Be...

I spent the last 1/2 hour or so talking on the phone to a friend of mine, who also has a blog as well, and we talked about life, health, girl stuff, and so on.  During the course of the conversation, and as the conversation settled into more meaningful, deeper topics... we both came to the realization that scrutiny is good, and ASSumption is bad.  Okay.  Sounds silly when you put it like that, but why confuse the issue with pretty words?

Somewhere between acquiring information and implementing reason something can go very, very awry, and the consequences aren't anything to write home about.  So why do people fall prey to the rather weak lure of assumption when the truth is often, though not always, fairly interesting?  G and I concluded that we definitely are in the middle of a dung-pile of thrill-seekers who can't handle being removed from the most caustic drama available.  And when it's not available... they set about constructing the facade that will most assist them in their endeavor to be shocked, appalled, thrilled, and mortified.  How crazy is that?  Well, maybe it's not crazy at all.

Humans thrive on drama.  Whether you have drama in your life or not, and it doesn't matter who's fault the drama is, people just can't seem to help themselves when said drama isn't up to par for their taste.  It takes talent, G and I agree on this, and we believe that in all seriousness people hone and perfect this skill that is not at all unlike mental heroin.  Once people try it.. they can't do without it, and when their 'stash' of drama runs low, or it's just not doing it anymore for them, they have to enhance it somehow.

Right before G and I hung up so we could, you know, blog about it (grin)... we both thought there was, in so many ways, a certain kind of power with being honest with blogging AND life.  When you realize your advantage, when it finally hits you that you're actually in a position power... the anger against having ASSumption being projected on you... that's the moment you win.

The most powerful thing to be, hands-down, is underestimated.

Now, this isn't anything new.  I've known this, as most do, my whole life.  Or at least fairly early on at some point... usually in childhood.  Even if we don't recognize it right off deep in our gut we know.  The first time someone doesn't believe us when we're telling the truth--realization sets in.  And either then, or later on in life, at some point in time... you understand fully that the moment people don't give you credit for having intelligence is the moment they relinquish their own power.. to you.

People who don't respect you try, even subconsciously, to discredit you.  This is a very strong form of underestimation of you as a person.  This means they underestimate you, therefore, can't predict what you will say, do, or think at any moment in any situation.  The mistrust they infuse doesn't move beyond themselves and, therefore... they weaken their own ability to 'keep up.'  My question in all of this is.. "Why on earth would they deliberately assume the position of weakness?"  Well, that's something only those people can answer.

I can be amused by all of this easily.  However, as G and I agreed, there's a certain element of pity that comes into play when you realize that when people choose to inject ASSumption into truth that their lives must become terribly distorted as a result.  How can anyone find anything good if the distortion becomes a barrier to actual communication?

At this moment I can visualize G blogging away frantically---excited to know she's not as powerless as she once thought.  It was a good conversation.

Off to re-post on my other blogs, then to read G's blog...

What a weird freaking day.




Now that I got that out of my system.

Can we just talk about Hillary "Benghazi" Clinton for a moment?.... I'll just leave this here.  I have to say... someone put some time into this one.  Enjoy the chill as it runs up your spine.  Know what that chill is?... pure freaking EVIL.




The crap I shall spew today.

This is where all the extraneous crap ends up.  When I've spent time on my other blogs and attempted to focus on specifics, what I'm left with is the need to just get stuff off my chest, even if it makes absolutely NO sense whatsoever.  Aren't you glad you're here to witness that?

More than a few times lately I just wanted to distance myself from almost everyone.  I don't need fair-weather friends or relatives (kids, etc. excluded) because I'm sick of trying to edit what I think or say or feel or whatever---to ensure the comfort of someone else.  If you don't like what I have to say, if you don't agree with my beliefs or opinions, if you have nothing at all good to bring to the table, if you're intolerant and closed-minded then just don't come to the table.  It's not rocket science, I promise.

*sigh*

Just speak your mind, and if it's opposing views, just use respect and courtesy.  That's all.  Nothing fancy.  Respect and courtesy go a long way, especially with me.  It's okay if you don't agree with me, just be respectful when disagreeing.

Good grief what a day.  Some people simply suck at communication.

smh.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

The fireflies have returned...

I often see them outside the bedroom window at dusk and in the dark.  Sometimes one will cling to the outside of the window sill... and just blink... almost like it's saying hello.  The whimsical part of me remembers better times, before the pain and weakness, when I would go outside and just stand there among them.  There really was no place or experience more peaceful.  Now, I watch from afar, wanting desperately to be a participant again... in life.

Not sure when or if I'll ever be 'normal' again.  I'm losing hope, I have to admit.  My own light flashed brightly then.. simply went out for the most part.  And here I am, waiting in the dark, just waiting for those with the power to help me heal to... help me heal.

I waver these days between hope & depression.  And, there aren't any 'up' times at all anymore.  This severe pain, worse than anything I've ever known, has literally taken over my life.  Now, my life is measured, literally, between those doses of Tylenol... as I wait.

I've sent up the flare....


When I'm without words, music...


When I'm without words, music....


Thursday, May 19, 2016

DNA RESULTS! OMG!! THE SHOCKING TRUTH!

So I did one of those DNA test things where you find out what the hell you are exactly.  And, as suspected: 70% Great Britain, 17% Ireland, 4% Italy/Greece, 3% Europe East, 2% Iberian Peninsula.

I won't go into the 'trace' nationalities because the margin of error can mean it may or may not apply.

One thing is for CERTAIN though---I'm probably the whitest chick you know!  lmao! So in honor of that, I give you this! ;p


Not really dealing with this well at all.

IWhere Fireflies Dream So you can view it all there.  BUT, I will be posting more here in a few minutes.  But yeah.. it's been one of THOSE days.
've pretty much said it all on my other blog

I'll be back.  No, really.  I will.