So why do I feel I need to post more than once a week now? I have no idea. It just seemed like the thing to do.
|Except today. Today my mouth will.|
Did you catch the State of the Union address? I sadly, in my schoolism mind channeling totally forgot. Not happy with myself because I have never missed one since I was 18. Grr. Not the historical marker I wanted, but I tried to catch up today. I see there is no earth shattering conflicts. The Dems still did not clap and the fact-checkers are going crazy today.
Here's what I feel I need to express. Now, you might tell me to go fuck myself in which I would respond that it would be physically impossible. Or, you might have 2 cents or 3 to add. Yet, you might agree or see things from a different, but more interesting viewpoint. Share them.
Dear Drama Llamas and Political Pouters,
When I watch a show, let's say a drama, a comedy, or a series. they are flooded with political quips. I'm pretty much sick of it. Can't we just have good, clean fun in television? Such is life. Most of them are anti-Trump. Is that why I am scoffing at them? No. I just can't stand that Hollyweird has now gone from entertainment to innerpainment. Everything is a stance, or a soapbox, or a cause. What happened to Audrey Hepburn and Clark Gable or a good old-fashioned western? Ack!
It makes me want to poke my eyes out with pencils.
You will find a little bit of hypocrisy in here. I'm not perfect, bitches.
So this leads me to the next segue. I am sick to death of the meltdowns (don't get mad-pouty pants). They are meltdowns. Exactly calling out what myself and everyone else sees. Why would there be a consensus if we were not all seeing the same thing? Because it is what it is and it is what you are doing. Your inner feelings are expressed outward. Duh.
People are letting politics they cannot control live rent free in their minds and totally feeling apocalyptic about living. Like things have drastically changed or the sky is falling. Be serious, people.
Chicken Little, what ever happened to picking up your britches and marching on? Fuck me in the ass.
I do not care what your political stance is or what side of the pendulum you swing. You don't have to apologize for who you are or what you believe. Stop being shitty to those who are different and don't agree with you.
Be yourself. Love your convictions, but for pitty sakes don't let the weight of the world control your emotions and fill you with dread. YOU are letting that happen to yourself. All you can control is your little bubble of local world happenings. Now can you contribute to national platforms? Yes.
So, look at it this way. Did you car stop working yesterday? Did you starve? Did the wall of your residence dissipate in thin air? Better yet, why don't you think about the hardships people face in third world countries or how would it be like to run for your life or flee your own country?
Fuck me in the ass. We have it pretty good here.
Stop pouting or mourning or sitting around sulking about things in like circles where you have a mope party. When you lose your sense of humor and lust for life, you have destroyed yourself. Yes, YOU did this to YOURSELF. Not Trump. Not your neighbor. Not your best friend. YOU. YOU. YOU.
Why don't I think the world is coming to an end? I am not that dramatic, drama llamas. I can get dramatic in my stances, my values, my ways and means. But the world is not going to drag me down. If it does, it is because I let it. And I have lived through many very differing presidencies and Congresses. I still got to pursue my goals and chase the American dreams, you fuckers.
There is a lot to the saying, "Suck it up, Buttercup." Change what you can if your heart desires, but know what you cannot change and accept which you cannot change and move on. Serenity.
I have never avoided the super liberal or super conservative friends I have nor excluded myself from conversations and discussions with them. They are great people. I enjoy the differences. Sure, sometimes it is frustrating as hell. There are even times I want to throat chop someone. Then you have to stop yourself and think, "Why in the hell am I getting so worked up?" It's passion. Love your passion. Own it.
But do I want to alienate them? No. If I need a break from the rhetoric, I change the subject, the scenery, or give them a nice time out they don't know they got one because I'm busy. Life is busy. People understand.
And forgive. Fucking forgive, you grudge holding panty wastes. Yes. I'm name calling. I'm mature like that. Sometimes you have to use colorful language so people comprehend, comprendo? Kapeesh?
You know what should concern you to the point of action? For 1), is the nucleus of your family structure and its ability to thrive, adapt, and function, 2) is the safety of your community, 3), how you can plant your nice and beautiful gardens in your yard to help with the environment (run your part of the world right), 4) clean your house and have good hygiene, and 5) you can volunteer locally to a good cause, for examples. Oh and the number 1 thing---#beagoodspirit? Be kind. Stop being a poop.
I'm not saying you should lose your sarcasm and funny. You should lose your mean underlying digs and undertones. Stop being condescending and trivial. Fucking stop it. And stop acting like Chicken Little.
Stop beating up on religion, skin color, lifestyle, and other issues. Don't like them? Can you change it? If yes, then, contribute in a positive way for positive change, then. If no, then accept it and accept others for who they are. Grow up.
Can't people? Then do something from home like write your Congressmen and women. Write a blog to empower people and spread kindness. Do something online that is charitable. Write a nice post to your friend who is hurting. Charities? Causes? Send money.
Gee. I sound like Little Johnny writing to his mother from summer camp.
Just don't send money to terrorists or extremists. Then big brother comes to your door and you get to people in close spaces with the same clothes. If nothing else, remember prison is not fun for a fashionista.
Why don't you take 30 minutes out of your day to go read to a Kindergarten class? Why don't you take a day and clean out your house and donate the goods to a church sale or Goodwill? Why don't you go volunteer at the homeless shelter? Why don't you donate some toiletries to a domestic violence shelter? Why don't you go down to the animal shelter and scoop some poop or donate some money for food or offer to walk the dogs? Why?
Because you are lazy and you like your comfortable life. Taking yourself out of your comfort zone to do good instead of bitching about things is easier. Path of least resistance.
Pitiful. Even when I was unemployed and using the food bank, I volunteered at church camp, filled and delivered food baskets at church, donated my time at the veteran's home, and picked up trash for a day of highway cleanup. Yep. That's me...doing chain gang work minus the prison sentence. And you know what? It fulfilled a void in my heart. It also made a difference locally and was meaningful. Being at my all time low was a good experience. I will cherish it for life.
Take that and put it in your sandwich. Don't get mad. Don't get even. Rise above.
Well, I think I have harped long enough about the national moping crisis.
I leave you with this: Do Better. Focus your energy on building positive change, growth, and improvements, don't tear things or people down. Unless it is in good humor. No, don't do that either.
I've been told I am immature, sarcastic, and downright too opinionated. That might be true. Then I told them to get out of my fort.
If you want to change the world, go home and love your family.
Now I must go before I sound too much like a Hallmark card.
With kind regards and Kleenex,