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Let’s all cry together in a safe space.

“If you have a feeling or an emotion, you don’t HAVE to freeze in place until you figure out who to blame.”

That’s my quote, I threw it out there in my last post.

And got some complaints about it. 

There was 3 in total and they all boiled down to the same thing.

“Walk a mile in someone’s shoes before you talk about it.”

They didn’t use that phrasing, but theirs sucked and this is my blog.

Several things.

First, I don’t need to even try someone else’s shoes on much less walk in them to know that they won’t fit me.

Second, not everything is about you. 

And if you think the walk a mile comment is not self-centered at its core, let’s all hope you marry money because the whole thinky thing is not your specialty. 

We live in an age of outrage.

You name it, someone is outraged about it.

There are 2 types of outrage.

The first is that honest old-school outrage. 

They are pissed and let you know it. 

On social media, it looks like this: “Hey asshole, F-you and F your opinion.”

I can respect that one, at least it’s up front and not hiding.

The second kind is the most common form of outrage.

Passive aggressive. 

“I think its funny how people like to make fun of _____.”

It’s preachy, a touch whiny, and basically goes down a bunny hole of political correctness that you either “Get it” or you start to get compared to “Nazis”.

And the list of things you are never allowed to talk about in anything but a reverential tone is as long as your arm.

The recent earthquakes, being bullied as a child, being underpaid, being discriminated against for any reason, not getting what you want and claiming its discrimination, being tall/short/male/female/old/young/Christian/Muslim are all on the list. 

If you are still having the issue, I wish you well on your road to getting that fixed. 

But, if this happened more than a decade ago? 

Let it go.

Stop letting your past define how you react to the present and the future. 

I have a good friend that has about a foot of scar tissue on his arm from a dog mauling when he was a child. 

The only time in the last decade or more that I have heard him mention it was to shut up some guy and his girlfriend when they commented on his joke about an attack dog. 

My friend is also a fisherman.

So when he began playing out the line for dipshit and his girlfriend, I sat and listened.

“You ever been attacked by a dog?”

“Plenty of people have and they probably wouldn’t think it was as funny.”

“But have YOU, ever been attacked by a dog?”

“My mom used to have this little dog that used to snap at us all the time.”

“So that is a no?”

“If you want to be technical…”

And then my friend pulled up his sleeve and shows the gnarled flesh.

“Let it go, stop bitching at people, move on with your life.”

Except that we have conditioned people to feign outrage over anything and everything.

I have always found those that feel it’s their job to chastise everyone else to be profoundly offensive.

The narcissism involved in assuming that you are the only one with any sort of emotional content in connection to some sort of life event is stunning. 

Yes, sweetie, we realize that it’s all about you. 

But, you need to look in the mirror and forgive someone, smack your inner toddler on the ass, call mom/dad/sibling/ex and forgive them.

And leave the rest of us alone. 

Please believe my sincerity when I say this.

Shhhh, nobody cares.

(Sidenote: My test reader just texted me and commented “Wow, who shit in your Cheerios today?)

(Good question.)

 

 
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Posted by on July 8, 2019 in Uncategorized

 

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That feeling of being totally screwed.

Have you ever had that feeling of being more than a little screwed?

Like totally screwed?

Like, deep in the bottom of the well of the damned type of screwed?

That was me for about 15 minutes, just now.

I write this little blog once a week for the last year.

twice a week for the week before that.

5 days a week for 2 years before that.

Plus, I write a lot of short sci fi and fantasy fiction.

Even a few novels.

All of it on Google drive.

Why Google drive? Because they are much better at backing up my stuff than I am.

And yet, somehow, I screwed up.

I sat down to write this post and suddenly, my balls were in my throat.

It was gone.

All of it.

Over 700 documents missing. 500+ of them blog posts.

Swamp ass? Thats a gimme at this point.

Making that worse is that my ass cheeks are clenched to the point that you couldn’t get a pin up my ass with a jackhammer.

There is a pressure in my chest that might be a heart attack forming.

Have I been hacked?

Some sort of North Korea/ISIS cyber attack?

FIND IT.

In pure desperation I checked the trash folder, and misread what was there.

And I was back at square one.

ITS.

ALL.

GONE.

And then I figured it out.

Had it fixed in less than a minute from there.

My ass checks remained clenched for another 10 minutes.

It was like a near death experience.

And that is not the over-exaggeration that it seems.

Pure time wise, there are months of work in there.

Not just the writing, but the planning, the figuring, daydreaming, all of it.

To me, it was like the death of a close relative.

Relief is seriously deep in your bones at that point.

And that feeling of how close it was to being a tragedy.

So I am holding the blog to my chest and sobbing at this point.

And nothing will get you stared at in a Starbucks quicker than naked emotion.

But, like most things, the moment passed quickly.

And life goes on.

 
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Posted by on December 5, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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