I sit quietly in my home scanning through tomorrow’s content and feel this strong urge to purge. I start, then stop, start, then stop… feeling voiceless and frustrated. I could scream for a 1,000 years and make all the noise in the world. Stop traffic, become violent, scream obscenities, destroy property, play by the rules, do what is required, stay within the lines and still get the same result. Continue reading →
I have always been seen as the know-it-all type. The brainy smurf of multiple encounters & the truth is I didn’t care. It wasn’t until about two years ago, that I realized that flexing your intelligence – simply because you can … can create a bunch of hardships and hard feelings that you were never expecting or prepared for.
I know, I know, I didn’t learn from Brainy smurf getting punted out the village every episode. I should’ve , but I got it wrong. As time progressed, I started to grow weary of being punted at a moments notice. I got tired of not being appreciated for the valued information I was giving. It caused me to do something that is hard for me to do. SHUT THE HELL UP!
It was then that I actually got the real lessons, the real meat and potatoes of the human experience. It caused me to change my approach not only at life and the rest of the humans I find myself here with, but also my approach on how I address the rest of my life.
It has been a minute since I came on this side of things and decided to have a chat with the world. Mainly due to time, and complete writers block. I used to love writing, I remember being all of 13 writing stories that fit the era of the world I was living in. However, as I grew older my writing slowly became a vehicle of not only my imagination, but also my frustration.
As time faded like pictures, it stopped being about my imagination and purely about my frustration.
Eventually, I found myself despising the very thing I loved. I would open up word and have a ton of great ideas only to have no desire to put them to paper. They would solely be locked up inside of me.
I tried to get back into the swing of things once the importance of blogs surfaced. Tried to monetize it, you know, let that be my motivation to post. I failed at that miserably. Now I am taking it back. Taking it back to be the point of my imagination, instead of my frustrations.
It seems lately I am not allowed to care about anything without someone saying I care about the wrong thing or that I must also make it clear that I care about something else more.
I am not allowed to care about the death of Cecil the lion unless I have already made it clear that I care more about aborted babies or police brutality or the death penalty.
Some don’t want me to say that #blacklivesmatter unless I also say #alllivesmatter.
We are not supposed to celebrate Caitlyn Jenner’s courage because soldiers (or someone else) are more courageous.
Etc., etc., ad nauseam.
How is it that all of a sudden compassion, caring and courage have all become competitive sports? Something to be won at the expense of others? Has it come to this? Are all our best qualities now just another thing to use against one another? Is empathy…
During the recent outbreaks of violence and such, I have found it easier to keep my opinions to myself. Not because I am not brave enough to speak out, but more because action shows and proves the point clear enough. The verdict of Trayvon Martin, Eric Garner, Michael Brown and countless others has been a long growing trend in America. It didn’t just start today, it started many years ago. However, the difference between then and now – is now the debate is easily manipulated by propaganda and false information being passed on as gospel by those who thrive on chaos. The vehicles of this manipulation: Social media, the internet, take your pick there are several.