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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~

Mental Programming?

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avatar103253_9Provocation Quick Take:

If you innocently type the word  ~~~ Organic~~~ why do peoples eyes haze over and their minds flow like butter down a hot slice of corn into recognizing only the word orgasmic? ? ? ?

I ask because I most innocently sent this tweet on twitter:

#followfriday The ladies that delight ~ @KittenSaysTweet @Rootedinstyle @Tara_R @Sarahndipitea @missheathyrm Guaranteed organic twitterbirds

(the strike through line is to protect the innocent) I meant, by using the word organic, that the ladies were real, non-spamming, actual people.

Evidenced by the orgasmic tweets that came pouring back all atwitter, most people have short circuiting minds.

Sorry ladies, ummmmm, enjoy any new followers you may have attracted. My bad.

Behind The Red Door

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With Permission ~ By Chris @ www.aninstantoutoftime.blogspot.com

With Permission ~ By Chris @ www.aninstantoutoftime.blogspot.com

Awhile back, I came across this eye stopping picture that was taken by the talented Chris, and posted on his photography blog. An Instant out of Time. 

I was instantly captivated.

There is something about a red door that invites my mind to imagine in provocative possibilities. 

It may be me and my always drifting thoughts, but a red door demands a certain type of pause and ponder. I have instant expectations of the most alluring scenarios.

I’ll envision an illegal poker parlor that’s constantly filled with cigar smoke. The red door could lead to an artist studio with white walls covered in abstract paintings a soul could get lost in. A wall like the picture would compliment a music studio or a VIP entrance into a exclusive piano bar. All places I would desire elusive entrance.

For me, the best dust cover for a red door always involves risqué meetings and potential affairs of the heart. Whether it be a place for a 30 minute argument or a hidden destination for an afternoon tangle, behind door 127……….

A suggestion: Don’t let your mind ruin the potential of a red door with storage rooms and kitchen activities. Lets leave those realities to say, white doors.

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

When The Bell Chimes Mom

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Someone, and I shall not publicly ‘out’ the guilty family members name, made a loud noise this morning. Item number 1 on the Mothers Day request list, sleep blissfully in,  is a no go. Now, if that certain someone would come up with a bell for me, I’d likely forgive, forget and get to jingle jangling to my hearts content.

But, between you and me, I don’t think the bell request is going to fly either. When I mentioned it earlier, every eyebrow in the room raised, heads tilted a bit sideways and I swear I heard a snickering round of laughter when I walked into the next room. Some people (teenagers) have no appreciation for the magical potential of a bell.  What they don’t realize is that in a Mothers world, the word MOM, hollered through a house, is just as effective as a bell and they ring that tactic, daily, year round. Someday they will understand that although it may not jingle and chime, the ring of MOM will be the bell that pulls them around like a kite on the end of a rubber band.

What comes around, goes around right? I remember late in my formidable teen years my own Mother looking me in the eye and saying, “I hope you have a daughter” and in Motherly spell speak, that meant, I curse you with teen daughters and may everything you give me come back times three on you. Scared the crap out of me! From the first day my oldest daughter was born she was in anti-teenage hell training. Don’t believe me? It’s the first lecture I ever gave Shelby, day 1 of her life, and I have witnesses. Pink and blue eyed, swaddled like a butterfly in a cocoon, I explained to her that no funny teenage business would go down because I was already a pro at teenage funny business. Shelby’s 17 now, Kaitlyn, is 14 and so far, so good. Boot Camp, anti-teenage hell, has been successful thus far. Voodoo Dolls work like a charm.

mommmametinyszOn Mothers Day I always realize how lucky I was in the family/Mother lottery. Of course, growing up I had no idea just how lucky I was to claim Momma Anna for my own. In those days, she was just plain old Mom, the one I pulled around on the rubber band and loved. I know I made her life a little (understatement) miserable in my teen years, but thankfully I came around in the end. My Mom was always there for me, in every sense of the definition of Mother, and still is. I know now that I was one of the lucky kids. I understand I am still lucky to have her as such an active and positive role in my life and that of my own daughters..  I say, luck, but perhaps I should just say, luck had nothing to do with it. My Mother worked hard at doing the best she could by me. For that, I am eternally grateful. Love you to the Moon and Back Mom~

I wish all the Mothers out there a beautiful Mothers Day. May you all get a bell for one day, a full plate of rice krispy treats and all the pampering and love you can soak up.

~Rebecca Anne~