Some People Are Not Every People

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~

The Sands of Time

hb1Well, it’s official. No denying the inevitable truth.

Today, according to my birth certificate, my Mother and a few gloating friends, I have entered chapter 37 in my book of life. Yay me…..

Earlier in April I was informed of my upcoming B-Day and impending age, much to my shock and amazement. I had no idea I’d have to put a 37 year old coat this year.

So this is it. With a tear in my eye and not so fond memories of my last rip roaring week of being 36, I wave goodbye to my mid-thirties and face, with courage and grace, my late thirties……….

May my remaining thirties uphold my penchant for youthful adventures, my denial of age appropriate activities and lack of  enthusiasm for all things conventional. I don’t know what old is supposed to be, or look like, or feel like and for today, my birthday wish is that I shall never discover the answer to that question.

I wish I could share my birthday cake with everyone. My Mother is making it for me, chocolate cake with chocolate frosting. I will eat several pieces with everyone in mind, promise~

Happy Day to you All

Wellness is a Gift

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~

Evolution of a Personal Blogger

large_writeillTrue, I never shared personal relationship status, nor play by play highlights of my comings and goings during the last 5 years of blogging. I had/have my reasons for that, many of them. Regardless of my omissions,  for me writing in this dimension always felt like deep personal individual…… anyway.

I never felt like I was holding back key ingredients, or vital information that people would benefit knowing the details. From my perspective, everything was right there within the nouns,verbs and adjectives; sentences filled with personal thought. My moods and struggles, joys and happiness are spread out like a flow chart laced through entry after entry. Perhaps it came across as riddles and mysterious to the eye who wandered upon my pages. I can appreciate that, I designed it.

Tones and Stones that moved from the left to the right. This zone has always acted as my bridge between Lavender Black and fields of contentment. Over the years I have frequently walked between the two places in my mind. I’ve shared the color and texture of the rocks I overturned, but neglected to describe the weight and location. Intentional off center distraction. But this is changing, my direction has shifted…….

In light of my recent blog-blackout, I spent the last two days printing off the entries I hadn’t saved in paper form. (I’m experiencing paranoia) I had a two year catch up and a lofty ink cartridge bill at OfficeMax. The desire to print priceless comments from readers, along with the entry is a pricey one~but worth it~ 

I was disappointed in myself for letting great lapses in entries occur. I missed a lot of personal history in my neglect. Even so, the evolving evidence of me is still found within my words and for that I was intrigued. Change in it’s subtle evolution is difficult to recognise when our noses are in such close proximity to the reality. I can barely define the incline that got me to this point. I know at times it was steep and overwhelming, while other moments I strolled across even fields.  Such is life.

I pictured a year from now. The time when I will look back at what I’ve written for the year and I already know I will see a few defining moments about myself. I will see that in April of 2009 I personally opened the window into my life, with much less smoke screen. I won’t be upset with myself for neglecting my history and I realize today I’ll probably continue past April 30th with near (notice I don’t say positively) daily entries. Printing off my last two years of blogging has me mourning all the days I’ve now lost into unreliable memories.

I’ve always struggled with my motives and purpose for blogging. That fact has always aggitated me. I dislike (hate) not understanding why I do or don’t do certain things. Be it blogging or other life choices. Many people seem confident and purpose filled with their content and roles. I’ve always been the blogger orbiting erratically without a planet to revolve around. But, I think I’m finally circling in on personal purpose. I do need a bit of gravity, not so much that I’m grounded, but enough to keep me focused. I’m gravitating to my role. Maybe in a year from now I’ll be able to define it~

Pictures, Officially Satisfied

This is my version of an almost wordless Wednesday. I now consider myself up to date with the program of personal visual sharing.

Hell, I consider myself a technology GODDESS for laboring over this thing and making it actually work!

~Happy Birthday To My Mother Anna today. Love you to the Moon and Back~

~~~I will resist (so bloody hard for a word glutton) writing more~~~