Why the fuck do strangers feel the neeeeeeeeed to talk to me, let alone tell me shit that honestly shouldn't be anybody's business. Well unless Family or Friend.
I go to Trader Joes today (love that store) and there's a chick with petitions. One of which was about Child Trafficking so of course I'm hell yea about it. (You Don't fuckin mess with kids) So...20 mins later I'm able to pack up the groceries, get the kids in their car seats and head home.
I now have the story of her life...I know about her boyfriend, his ex, his son, his daughter and her abusive boyfriend. Where they live etc. etc. fuckin etc. And she gives me her phone number so that we can go out partying sometime.
I know people need to talk...but seriously you're giving out your number so that we can chill together???
Not to mention that spiritually it was a Fuck You to me.
She looked like my Mother, spoke and acted like my Sister and had the name of a childhood friend. And that was on top of other shit right before that.
How fucked is that? Why can't evil just use itself to feed upon. Why children??? I understand the whole charged energy aspect of it (I work with energy)... but how many of us have to be abused until the shit stops?
I had someone the other day tell me
"Well why not just don't look/read it and it won't upset you".
That's the Fuckin point Dumbass.
The whole turning a blind eye is the reason so many of us are harmed.
People like to go about their lives worried about their phones, own enjoyment what have ya..Ignoring everything focused on themselves. Never asking questions.
You don't think we would like to? Those of us who've been abused can't turn a blind eye to ourselves or others of us. Our group isn't fun but we are bound for life.
They fuck us up for the rest of this lifetime and now the sick fucks have a word for something that never should have or should exist!!!
I bet they're proud as hell of it....hell they probably tossed it out for the sheep to use.
Laughing the entire time knowing the sheep won't do shit about it.
When will the pain end When will others help
Something I've finally given into is that because of shit I've gone through "if" I don't Stepford then I'm toooo much for anyone. I'm growing tired of apologizing for be me...for having emotions. I've grown really tired of trying to find the calm within the storm. Sadly there's faaaaaaar too many of us saying the same shit.
Anyone who knows me knows that I truly believe we're borrowing Mother Earth and we're to give it back to our children. I also see a lot of truth in this statement...
“A life of privilege requires actions to balance the harm caused, and
the greater the privilege, the greater the responsibility," "For if one does not leave behind a world better for having lived
in it, all that remains are selfish ends, sometimes wrapped in family
Unfortunately what I'm seeing in "what" he did isn't truth...it's Darkness. He set himself on fire with fossil fuel to show what we're doing to ourselves and the planet.
There's some serious dark shit walkin this world now. I know I've been having to shake shit off like Horse shakes off flies. But if nothing else if one is open to learning from there's growth.
I got knocked off balance and now the search begins as to why.
The how of I know...in fact that's the easy part. Lost all but my Daughter as far as family, my Ex committed Suicide (and trust me there's a lot to that one), I've been dealing with my daughters Depression and Anxiety as well as my own medical issues, we've had the Flu 3 fuckin times this season etc.
Combined basically it's knocked my ass down. Getting up tho is a bitch.
I'm Emotionally, Mentally, Physically and Spiritually just fuckin tired.
I don't trust...kinda need that.
Unfortunately I'm trusting people when I shouldn't.
Tired of feeling used...
I'm always willing to give but I thought things were suppose to flow both ways.
I've become resentful of many things and people...
it's hard to watch others receive when you're denied
I've done stupid shit that I know I shouldn't have but did because I had a false sense of security.
That last one is fuckin funny seeing as I've never felt it...so how the hell would I know what it looked like?
So what's the lesson? Stay the fuck down and like it?
I'm a strong bitch but I'm also a tired one who truly just wants to curl up in someones lap and rest.
Anybody seen a Giant, or Bigfoot or something of that kind? Maybe they'd be safe for me
Something's been bothering me lately and I wish I knew the answer. I know it's there I can feel it, there's a deeper meaning but I just can't find it.
Time, People, Events, etc are repeating. Many things cycle in life like say clothing styles, or decorating styles etc.. normally however it's things not necessarily moments that cycle. Recently however that's exactly what is repeating...and I don't understand.
There's an issue that wasn't addressed in that time that now needs to be.
Normally if there's something that one has missed, yes the lesson will repeat but it will do so with what's available. It may include some of the same people, but those people will be grounded in the current time. A good example would be someone who consistently chooses a partner with a specific issue...say a drug habit. Yes they will always be with someone who has one, but that someone won't be the same age as the last, or live in the same place etc. The core lesson will be present but the people, event, time will have changed.
All things come back around, normal cycling...
Clothing styles will repeat, certain foods will come back...yes those examples are true. An example of that is a style of Heeled Clog that I wore back in the late 70's is once again in style. Certain things cycle around either because they're deemed Classics or they're an Expression of what's being felt in that time. Other things however won't because they are meant for that time period...say a Flapper dress or even more to what I'm talking about Prohibition and Gangsters. This example normally runs in 20 yr cycles.
This should be talked about just as Loudly and With Gun Control.
( An answer based on half the information provides only half the answer)
I know you. I am a retired teacher of 24 years. I have taught you
as 7th graders all the way through 12th grade. This is not a tweet or a
text. It’s called a letter; lengthy and substantial. Do you really want
to make a difference? Are you sincere about making your schools safe?
Don’t walk out, read this instead. Walking out of school is easy
compared to what this letter will challenge you to do. First of all, put down your stupid phone. Look around you at your
classmates. Do you see the kid over in the corner, alone? He could
likely be our next shooter. He needs a friend. He needs you. Go and talk
to him, befriend him. Chances are, he won’t be easy to like, but it’s
mainly because no one has tried to like him. Ask him about him. Get to
know him. He’s just like you in that respect; he wants someone to
recognize him as a fellow human being but few people have ever given him
the chance. You can.
Next, see that kid eating lunch all alone? He could likely be our
next shooter. Invite him to eat lunch with you. Introduce him into your
fold of friends. You’ll most likely catch a lot of flack from the
friends you eat with because they don’t want him upsetting the balance
of their social order. After all, who you hang out with is critical to
your status, is it not? If status is important to you, don’t you think
it’s important to him also? The only difference being that he has no
status because generally, shooters have no friends. Are you serious
about wanting to make your school safe? Invite him to your lunch table
and challenge your friends to do something meaningful with thirty
minutes of their lives each day.
Lastly, are you completely frustrated by that kid who always
disrupts your class and is consistently sent to the principal’s office?
He could likely be our next shooter. Do you know why he causes so much
trouble? He initiates disruption because that’s the only thing he does
that gets him attention, and even bad attention is better than the no
attention he receives from you and your classmates. You secretly wish he
would get kicked out of school or sent to the alternative disciplinary
school so that he wouldn’t disrupt your classes anymore, that somehow,
he would just disappear. Guess what? He already feels invisible in a
school of thousands of classmates, you included. So, before he acts out
in your next class, why don’t you tell him you’d be willing to help him
with the assignment that was just given? Or why don’t you ask him to
join your study group? If you really want to blow his mind, ask him for
help on the assignment. He’s never been asked that. Ever.
If you’ve read this far, you probably really do care about the
safety of your school. Don’t trust that walking out of school will bring
an answer. Gun control or more laws is not, and will not, be the
answer. You are the answer. Your greeting, your smile, your gentle human
touch is the only thing that can change the world of a desperate
classmate who may be contemplating something as horrendous as a school
shooting. Look past yourself and look past your phone and look into the
eyes of a student who no one else sees. Meet the gaze of a fellow human
being desperate to make contact with anyone, even just one person. You.
If you really feel the need to walk, walk toward that person. Your new
friendship can relieve the heartache of one person and in doing so,
possibly prevent the unjustifiable heartache of hundreds of lives in the
future. I know you. I trust you. You are the answer.
And teachers, my fellow guardians of our youth, I know you too. I
know the desire of wanting to make a difference in a young person’s
life. I know the thrill of stepping in front of a classroom of students
but simultaneously intimidated by the trust bestowed upon you. I also
know the crushing, sometimes unbearable responsibility that your
shoulders are asked to carry. But that’s why you got into teaching,
because you have big shoulders. And a big heart. You’re overworked (I
would add underpaid, but you didn’t get into teaching for the pay, so it
needn’t be said), underappreciated and exhausted. May I add one more
item to that list? You’re also a miracle waiting to happen in the life
of your worst student. He could likely be our next shooter. The next
time (and there’s always a next time) he’s ready to wreak havoc in your
classroom, I challenge you to pull him aside and ask him if he’s ok, if
there is something bothering him and is there anything you can do to
help? Your genuine concern for him may be just the miracle he’s looking
for. The miracle we’re all looking for. I know you. I trust you. You are
A former teacher who is as heartbroken as you and trusting you not to walk out on the real answer, David (yes, teachers really do have first names) Blair
A new shooting and it comes with the same old mindset...
While I believe that Automatic weapons shouldn't be owned by civilians, I also believe the weapons are only half of the problem. Unfortunately it seems as if everyone wants to see the weapon alone.
Each and All of the individuals committing these crimes are Mentally Ill. Take away one weapon and they'll simply choose another. Why? Because the problem itself hasn't been addressed. We're in the year 2018 and we're still ignoring mental illness.
Another aspect not properly addressed (though) proven is those charged with protecting and preventing a tragedy like this...ignored EVERY red flag shown to them. When you see and you choose to ignore...then