Doesn’t anybody know what time it is…
Does anybody really care
If so I can’t imagine why
We’ve all got time enough to cry
Seriously, a contemplation…
rejection
Write that book, they say…
It’s time. It’s been time for awhile. I started 14 years ago with my book…and it IS TIME
IT IS TIME! But, you know, I have way more material now, and frankly, it is good. I will certainly be exposed. I will probably offend people. I will also engage people. People who have shared my experiences. It will be glorious. But, at last I will be free and true to it all. And, those of you who love it will know exactly what I mean. I am actually excited about something passionately for the first time in over 10 years.
This is excellent.
It has seemed to me that everyone else is allowed to be exactly who they are without criticism, without judgement, without contrition. Perhaps, it’s my own self doubt and judgement that has restricted my ability to be exactly as I am to all people. I am ready. It’s like a baptism, like a communion, like a ceremony, like no other freedom that I have known. EVER. And, I. AM. READY. And as frightening as this seems, it is also exhilarating. I might end up friendless, and I might not. If I am, I will know that all my relationships are conditional, and THAT is a thought I don’t wish to own. Knowing and learning about all kinds of people is what I have done for over 3o years in my professional life. Without acceptance of the various individuals that have crossed my path and that I have shared numerous hours with, I would not have survived. It doesn’t make me exceptional, just accepting. And with the political climate as it is, it has been difficult at best (to say the least).
My only hope is that others can truly accept me exactly as I am, in the way that I am expected to accept them. Hope springs eternal? I hope so….
Silence is ROTTEN!
SILENCE IS GOLDEN….Keeping one’s mouth shut is a great virtue, as in Don’t tell anyone else about it—silence is golden. Although this precise phrase was first recorded only in 1848, it is part of a much older proverb, “Speech is silver and silence is golden.”
Yes!!! because, I seriously don’t want to hear all of the BS most people have to unload.
I think that in the “olden” days people were more discreet and didn’t feel the need to “share” every personal detail of their lives with simply EVERYONE who cared to hear, read or “social-medialize” their information.
And then the flip side of my thoughts prevails…opinion and its validity.
Silencing myself permanently for the sake of peace is like being constipated.
That is the gist. I’ve “lost” friends for the sake of opinion. Sadly.
It is ironic that those who preach tolerance have lost their sight in terms of practicing tolerance.
I won’t hide anymore. I am me. I am who I am. And that is that. Silence is only golden when preservation is imminent, necessary and prudent. Not out of fear. Period.
Word.
All the world’s a stage…
and all the men and women… and people… and whoever are merely players…
and all of our opinions are like assholes…how does that go? everyone has one and all of them stink? who knows…I just know that all of this ‘staging’ and ‘posing’ and ‘posturing’ is part of who we are and always has been…
but… as far as entitlements go (and apparently entitlement is an entitlement in todays world), we are definitely entitled to our own opinions, and rightfully so.
i’m not quite sure why opinions are allowed to only those who have them.
Truth or Consequences…
That’s right. Truth. Or consequences.
We have the opportunity to be our authentic selves every moment of every day, and, yet, most of us choose to be what we perceive is the expectation of our legitimate selves.
We fear rejection so intensely that to be exposed for ourselves is paramount to complete nudity.
That’s all.
That moment…
you know, THAT moment.
that moment when you realize that one thing.
the thing that you never quite imagined being, or doing, or dealing with for real.
you know…THAT thing…
I don’t need to explain it to you. you KNOW what it is.
So, I will leave it there…
but, you know what I’m talking about…
dismissal…
to be dismissed…that is right along there with rejection. it’s probably one of the most heinous forms of being ‘let go’ that I know. we are dismissed regularly in daily conversation by friends, colleagues and the like. we are dismissed in so many ways by people we care about because it is assumed that we are part of the clan and it doesn’t matter if we notice that we are being dismissed.
rejection. that’s it.
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