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Sit, UBU, Sit...
I don't know if you are familiar with this commercial intro.. but I also for some reason identified with it. I would venture to guess it was because all I ever wanted or needed to hear in life were the words .. "good girl".
I have had shrinks and counselors alike tell me that if you scold a dog enough for bad behavior.. i.e., tell it to be quiet, and hit it when it does not respond in kind to your command, it will learn the rote behavior that it will not be punished if it cow-toes to your demand and lays still, quieting it's inner light and spirit. Same applies to humans. if you continually tell someone they are wrong, berate them, make them feel less than you are, they will learn their place on this earth is one to be quiet and keep to themselves.
I am writing this blog while sitting here and wondering... what do the people that berate, use and exploit those with weaker spirits get from doing this? What makes them feel they are better than God Himself and can belittle someone or play with their emotions and then tell them they are "not good enough" to be included in their life, in the conversation or interplay with others? Does it make the one doing this better, stronger, more attractive to others? Why do some people feel it necessary to reduce another human being to shit on their shoes? Is there some contest that I am not aware of? Can you gain monetaryily by doing this? Can it make you more attractive to others?
I witnessed a baptismal today.. the beginning journey to an innocent life that was conceived in love.. it is up to the world and the people closest to this beautiful little girl, Dana, to either allow her heart and spirit to learn to soar with the clouds and envision her dreams or to break her spirit, tell her she is simply "not good enough" and crush her dreams. All it takes it is conscious choice on all other's part. Stop, think what your words mean to someone before you say them..
Yes, there is a chance of forgiveness for our quick outbreaks in where we speak our minds regardless of the way the words are interpreted.. but what do we gain by hurting another human being? Are we placed on a pedestal and tossed flower petals in the forever after? Do we get ticket tape parades for being cruel and insensitive?
In the excellent words of Little Big Town.. It's a Fine Line:
Completely complacent
So decidedly vacant
I keep waiting for something to give
But that something is
always me
You consume what you’re able
I get crumbs from your table
You call this comfortably normal
But I call it getting by
Baby, it’s a fine line
I’m holding on, you’re holding back
Baby, it’s a fine line
Can’t you hear me knockin’ at your door?
But you’re taking your sweet time
In love, out of touch
Baby, it’s a fine line
Baby, it’s a real fine line
Do you feel the distance
Like I feel resistance?
If I pulled any farther away
Would you even come after me?
But the one thing I’m fearing
Is that I’m disappearing
How can I keep believing
If you won’t prove me wrong?
Baby, it’s a fine line
I’m holding on, you’re holding back
Baby, it’s a fine line
Can’t you hear me knockin’ at your door?
But you’re taking your sweet time
In love, out of touch
Baby, it’s a fine line
Baby, it’s a real fine line
Watch the video:
A Fine Line
I am gonna shut my pie hole now, as my crazy azzz is a little tipsy from a half a glass of blackberry brandy.. what at frikken lightweight ...
And for gramps.. the Blonde Mortician:
A man who just died is delivered to a local mortuary wearing an expensive, expertly tailored black suit.
The female blonde mortician asks the deceased's wife how she would like the body dressed. She points out that the man does look good in the black suit he is already wearing.
The widow, however, says that she always thought her husband looked his best in blue, and that she wants him in a blue suit. She gives the Blonde mortician a blank check and she says, 'I don't care what it costs, but please have my husband in a blue suit for the viewing.'
The woman returns the next day for the wake. To her delight, she finds her husband dressed in a gorgeous blue suit with a subtle chalk stripe; the suit fits him perfectly.
She says to the mortician, 'Whatever this cost, I'm very satisfied. You did an excellent job and I' m very grateful. How much did you spend?' To her astonishment, the blonde mortician presents her with the blank check.
'There's no charge,' she says.
'No, really, I must compensate you for the cost of that exquisite blue suit!' she says.
'Honestly, ma'am,' the blonde says, 'it cost nothing. You see, a deceased gentleman of about your husband's size was brought in shortly after you left yesterday, and he was wearing an attractive blue suit. I asked his wife if she minded him going to his grave wearing a black suit instead, and she said it made no difference as long as he looked nice.'
'So I just switched the heads.'
(BET YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT COMIN! ' !!!) ; ;
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wolfmist
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Sep 14 @ 10:31PM
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If you hit and scold a dog long enough, he's gonna turn around and bite you ;) Sometimes the scolders need to learn that lesson. My ex sure did.
I think what they get from it isn't that complex. They don't think much of themselves and the only way they can feel superior is to put others down to what they feel is below their own level. They don't realize that everything out of their mouths lowers their own level even further. The only way they can feel big is to make others seem small.
With luck, as the one on the receiving end, we learn that we aren't the small one at all, take back our lives and get the hell outta dodge.
My kids are always fussing at me for saying random nice things to strangers. I'll see someone I don't know and tell them I like their blouse or that the color compliments them or their hair looks so nice, what product do they use. Men and women... I try and at least once a day give a kind word.
Someone did it once for me and it turned the world around. I'd been told for so long I was not adequate in any way by a parent, a boyfriend, a husband... eventually someone was kind to me and rather insistently so just because he could see I had no self worth. It wasn't a come on... it wasn't trying to get me in the sack... it was a kindness. I wasn't used to people being nice to me if they didn't want something from me.
Gave me a whole new outlook. I don't take any crap anymore. I don't try and be something because someone expect it. I try to be myself because, dang it... I'm pretty great. LOL If you don't like me... it's not my loss.
Hopefully, being nice to random stangers will give someone the key that was given to me to unlock the window and climb out.
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missliss78
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Sep 14 @ 10:59PM
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YOW! 
and btw,  Nice blog.~*~
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redtigr
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Sep 15 @ 10:22AM
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Excellent as always, luvs.. Good Girl... 
and...
One of my brothers is a mortician... I'll forward this on to him... 
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Slohand_47
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Sep 15 @ 2:22PM
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....what do the people that berate, use and exploit those with weaker spirits get from doing this?
What do they get?? They get their own way, and it's as simple as that. Narcissists tend to be bullies......... and do whatever it takes to get what they want, and that is their whole world. Once you identify a person like that..... Run....... RUN and don't look back.
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