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Some People Are Not Every People

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First, I would like to thank, BIG THANK YOU, all the people who visited my last entry and went over to Heathers to comment for a cause. I was beyond thrilled, heart warmed and excited by the response. Thank You so much!
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peaceSometimes it’s a public incident that gets feathers ruffled and a blanket outcry of generalization happens…For example, Kanye West and his most memorable stage performance, ever, Swiftly evolved into “where have manners gone, people have become so rude, kids haven’t been raised with morals and America is in decline.” OH Hello, say again? A spoiled, rude rapper who has always been so full of himself you can practically smell the stench of shit on his nose as a result of  having his head up his own arse, is the yardstick of humanity? I beg to differ.

Ok, so some people might bring up the tennis match temper tantrum or the (extremely out of line) liar moment. I’ll agree, those are also examples of two more people displaying bad manners. But what I refuse to concur with is that all people are therefore guilty by assosication because we live in the same country as these people. Alright, alright, I know there are other examples of rudeness (ugliness,vileness, badness etc) out there. And?

I still believe people, the majority of people, are wonderful. To believe otherwise would be purchasing into a general assumed consensus (lemming effect) and getting in line for that thought process would be like lining up for an infectious disease shot. Here’s a dose of Swine Flu, enjoy, it’s the current popular trend……to which I say, thank you for offering generalization, but no thank you~ See how easy it is to display good manners?

Not all people generalize, and I’m happy to say I personally know more people who don’t participate in sweeping assumptions than those that do. I consider that further proof not all people are every people. I do know someone who is a chronic generalizer and it drives me crazy. He makes ‘all people have gone to hell’ remarks on a regular basis and I take it upon myself to argue every single sweep he makes. The way I see it, if I didn’t fight it, his ideas…the type that circled around the West/Swift episode saying Ah Ha! See! Everyone is rude these days! it would become an epidemic.

Him: Did you see that?! People are so rude!
Me: No, not all people are rude, that person was rude.

Him: I hate watching the news, it’s all murder and crime. This world has gone to hell.
Me: No, the world hasn’t gone to hell, but those two people should.

Him: Did you see that kid? Kids are selfish and spoiled these days.
Me: Are you saying mine are? Or so and so? Or so and so, or so and so? That one child was having a bad moment.
Him: No, not yours, but most are.
Me: You insult my children and millions of other wonderful kids with your first statement.

Him: No one reads books anymore, it’s all about TV and Internet.
Me: I read books, I know you read books, so why do say ‘no one,’ it makes you sound ignorant.

The way I see it, something can apply to someone somewhere. But nothing is everything to everyone. Words have immeasurable power and casually using broad statements like, “Everyone, all people, no one, all of them, people are, etc.” perpetuates assumptions, giving strength to negative generalization and I deplore that sort of movement.

Just something to consider today~

Or, if that was too heavy and you were hoping for a bit of laughter and light banter, I will give you this. Last weeks hands down winning Google search to stumble upon my blog.
 ”"how to convert a whoring mentality into a wholesome wife mentality?”"
~I hope whoever she/he was, found solid inspiration and wifey wisdom within my blog pages~

Wellness is a Gift

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Today Is Beautiful

Today Is Beautiful

Oh Hey, Hello. How ya doing? For the record, this is not being written by a devastated family member. My memory is a little fuzzy, but I believe yesterday I went into my dentist for a voluntary death wish. As far as I’m concerned, they granted that wish and this is I Rebecca, reincarnated.

I could still be in pain. I could be a thousand times better. Who’s to say. I wouldn’t know because they doubled the strength of my pain killers, packed my new found nemesis ‘dry socket’ with foam and anointed the blessed area with clove oil. I’m numb from the top of my head to the tips of my toes and plan on remaining there until I’m positive coming off the drugs will not hurt.

Resurrection is good, reeks and tastes like holy cloves, but good nonetheless!

This little bleep on my radar has brought to surface just how much I take for granted feeling well 95% of the rest of the year. Normally I’m zipping around, doing exactly what I want, when I want, without regard to the effortless movement my body allows me. Feeling healthy in my reality is as involuntary as breathing.

Experiences like what I’ve been temporarily dealing with, encourages me to think about those who suffer from chronic pain and ongoing health issues. My heart goes out to those where pain is simply a matter of levels and daily maintenance. I can’t imagine how (but I know I would, if I needed) some people must tailor a life around something that is out of their control and can’t be taken away by time and healing. To the people who deal with ongoing health issues, I admire your perseverance.

I’ve heard the notion a lot, that life is fragile. Maybe that’s true to some degree….. Individual life is a fragile gift of time and can be gone in a second of circumstance when the body can no longer function. But I don’t believe people themselves resemble fragile, at all. People are tenacious, fighters, strong and full of involuntary desire to endure just about anything life can toss our way.

People don’t die from heartbreak, nor horrendous days or even excruciating tooth pain. People remain despite terrible childhoods and vicious partnerships. People suffer devastating losses of entire families in a car wreck and continue on. We lose grandparents, parents, children, the worst sort of internal pain and yet, people carry on. Life may be a fragile state of being held to reality by a thin current of physical energy, but people can and do survive the unimaginable, the unexplainable, the ongoing ugly life can conjure up and everything in between. How can I not admire that resilience?

I guess sometimes I just sit back and marvel at the beauty and power of humanity. It doesn’t take pharmaceutical drugs and the scent of cloves for my mind to realize the precious appreciation I feel for life around me. My mind frequently wanders there, today I just felt like mentioning it since I’ve been nose to nose my own version of Jesus over the last week~

Terra Incognita

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mpI often spend my time between becoming  lost or figuring out how in the hell I got painfully lost. Lost is the swing space between feeling confidant about direction one day and realizing I’m in uncharted territory the next. Sometimes, there is nothing more thrilling and provoking than not knowing. Whether it be the answer to a question or what is around the next corner in my road. 

Lost doesn’t get the credit it deserves. I believe lost has gotten a bad rap on the whole. Yes, we have lost in the wilderness during a blizzard, where life and death square off. In that capacity, lost is dangerous. I have felt that overwhelming panic before……

But what of lost in a place you know every street sign, every corner, every room. We don’t need to be physically lost to lose sight of our inner purpose and desires.  Everyday I mitigate between ordinary motions, predictable routes and the grandiose of unknown. What am I, but an explorer of my own path in life?

A few souls knew, but most didn’t, that I was extremely lost at the beginning of this year. Sitting in a room of familiar and predictable I was floundering and flailing. That sense of lost was painful and led me down the path to my own Lavender Black. The place inside me of least resistance. It took time, it required talking and communication within myself and the people around me, but I did emerge from that place with a new map in hand, a new direction and full of hope.

I still reside in a swamp of lost. Work that I used to enjoy has become banal and tedious. Beyond money, I can no longer identify purpose and enjoyment in what I feel forced to do now. Time for a radical change. I cannot, will not, be the person who worked away a life doing something that became boring and lacked a sense of achievement. For now, as I wander around, I’ll continue to do my work despite the sense of lost, and actively seek new waterways.

I believe I’ve come to understand that we all have intricate maps within ourselves. Secret roadways and quiet byways that are marked by choices and experience. The only way to chart a new destination is to let ourselves become lost once in awhile. Explorers didn’t know where exactly they would end up, but used general assumptions and hopeful intentions as their compass. I may not know where I am going, but I see ample space marked Terra Incognita on my map. It’s full of opportunity, mystery and possibilities.

Perhaps a healthy dose of lost keeps a mind less stagnant and all of us more aware of our surroundings. Maybe it’s just the right amount of uncomfortable that keeps us charting new destinations. Ultimately, lost has many versions, but unless you are in the middle of a blizzard, one should be able to keep moving, keep changing directions and discovering new landscapes……….

Just my thoughts and admissions for the day~
Rebecca Anne

Four Square Reality

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It’s been awhile since I waxed online about my ventures in writing. I still do it, beyond this sort of medium that is, prolifically. My Mantra in life should be, “Hi, my name is Rebecca and I’m a writeaholic…….” 

This morning I finished a book. Nothing unusual about that right? Well, I find myself mouth agape, eye’s bugging in a not so attractive way and dumbfounded by a sweeping discovery.

I was at the bookstore a week ago and purchased a newly released book that looked appealing. It has the  sort of cover that stops me short and beckons a person in for a closer look. The title was succulent (it has the word river in it) and a quick overview on the back produced content that felt a bit….familiar? I had to purchase it.

So I became the reader (who writes a lot), and started to devour the words of said book. From the beginning to end, I uncovered more and more similarities between what I was reading, and something I have been writing about for sometime..(ouch)..The reading process of this book became a tisk for task. A pro and con situation with potentially disastrous results. I started to wonder, did this author crawl inside my head? Or vice versa, did I somehow channel her thoughts? Not good. Not even salvageable good. So much for thinking one’s idea’s are original, enough. That theory has been officially buried in shit.

It was a good book and NO, I’m not going to say which one it was publicly (google factor). I also have no desire to try and re-work 75,000 words of my own to make my work less, similar. That notion feels like a logistical nightmare. I have other projects I can work on that I haven’t found a fraternal twin to side them up with. (notice I didn’t say identical twin, but fraternal twin is too close for my comforts!)

Here’s the reality of writing a story. Unless you venture into a fantasy world, something supernatural, science fiction, magical or make believe, you are boxed in with plain old simple humanity. When you look at humanity through a writing approach, people and situations are as cliched as the poem roses are red and violets are blue. 

Try to break the mold or redesign reality any way you wish, but when it comes down to it, writers (and humanity if you think about it) carry the responsibility of telling (living) the same stories (over and over) in a new manner. Pulling a mystical Chris Angel to defy the binds of reality and the mold of originality only works if you set the tone of that possibility out the gate. However, that tosses one back into the above mentioned fantasy worlds. Either you make it true to life believable, or you ask a reader to imagine along side you in fantasty world. Break the rules and you’ll get tar and feathered for cheating.

So we who write, try to take the realities of humanity and sew them up in a new squares. The challenge is finding a slice of the  quilt someone else hasn’t already penned a stitch in. This is not as easy as one may think it should be…………..

New HouseKeeping’s.

1) For my blogspot friends, I found and added a Google Friends Connect~~~> over there. I’m not sure if it’s the same as what we have on Blogspot, that is still undetermined, but sign up if you would so I can test it out~
2) Do I look too skinny? As in, someone had emailed and said the font was extremely tiny on their screen. So, I’m trying to figure out if that’s an individual issue, or an over all problem. Input? Font opinion?