unconditional

adjective. without conditions or limitations;

if those who would love unconditionally were true, these principles would be also true. that is true for familial, romantic and platonic relationships.

i am confused as to the difference.  unconditionality is universal for all that are loved.

OK

You know, this life, it is unpredictable. It is ever changing. It is wise, sad, loving, challenging, difficult, ravaging, educational, unyeilding, and on and on. Yet, we perservere. We do. And we shall continue to do so. Unless we don’t. And that is the sadness. The weak link. And, we are human. And we are strong. And we are not strong. We are everything. And we are real. We are vulnerable.
AND.
THAT.
IS.
OK.

Alright already with the silence thing!

So, we know it’s not PC to talk about…well, anything anymore. We can’t express our feelings about…well, anything anymore.

I guess we are all a blank slate unless we want to be/appear to be rebellious.

If you believe one way…you are racist, inhuman…unfeeling, too conservative! Imagine…

If you believe the other way, you might be described as “liberal” (god, forbid that!), crazy, uninformed.

It’s just too daunting to consume. I love my people, but they differ in so many ways.

I liked them before I was certain of their inclinations, so why should I discount them now?

I am so done. Done with all of it really…If you want to know what “all of it” is, message me.

We can talk…

Adios amig(os) (as)

It’s been real.

Real ridiculous.

 

 

 

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.

 

and so it goes…

It just happens. One day you’re faced with it. Suddenly, we are parents to our parents.

That part isn’t so difficult. The difficulty is, that if you have siblings, you suddenly find yourself in the position of “co-parenting” your parents with people who you didn’t necessarily choose to make life decisions with regarding…well, everything. Everything that determines a life. It’s  emotional and overwhelming and so many other things that are unimaginable. That’s all and not.