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"A wounded soul may hurt as much as a wounded body." -- Sergio de Mello
"wait up" she cried, trudging along in the knee deep snow. "Don't walk so fast, I can't keep up". But life looked back at her, poor little noodge of a girl, smiled and picked up the pace. "Time waits for no one, you stupid little girl, move!"
"But I can't" she said, dropping to her knees and crying. "Can't you be patient with me a little? I am trying as hard as I can."... "Not good enough" came the cry back.
And so it was her entire life. Running always, to keep up with people and things that she wanted to be a part of.
Inadequacy.. we are not born with this feeling. But we are taught it. We learn that we need to be tough. "Toughen up... suck it up... take it on the chin... stop the pity party" words again repeated over and over, negativity.. constant, never ceasing.
All this smucky girl wanted was to belong, to be a part of. She utters words that groups and others feel are somehow "not cool", "stinging". But even if she offers explanations, they roll their eyes and call her names and don't accept the apology and thus forgiveness is never within reach.
She learns to be subservient, to obey, to cower, to stifle her own thoughts. Her spirit dies and she becomes background.. until one day, she doesn't cower any more, she doesn't obey... because she is gone.
*disclaimer: A girl was used in this scenario because I relate to the gender, however, you can use the male gender for each of you that are of that persuasion.. my point is likened to those commercials that played all the time where they took an egg, stated it was your brain... broke it into a hot pan and said it was your brain on drugs.. same applies... anyone can be the girl in this blog, and the end result is the broken spirit because of negativity.*
It costs you nothing to find the good in others, and it just might be the little pick-me-up another needs to feel good about themselves. Who knows, you are not only saving yourself from that heavy spirit that comes after you when you've done wrong, called karma.. but you may just be opening up the next Michelangelo's artistry, the next Beethoven's musical composer, the next.. you name it. And all it took were a few kind words, a smile and an "atta girl/boy".. small price to pay for excellence.. heynet or no???
and now a quick word from our sponsor, my granddad who always said.. leave em laughin when you go, entitled: Husbands Are Indeed Sensitive
Three women friends, one in a casual relationship, one engaged to be married and one a long-time wife, met for drinks after work. The conversation eventually drifted towards how best to spice up their sex lives.
After much discussion, they decided to surprise their men by engaging in some S&M role playing.
The following week they met up again to compare notes.
Sipping her drink,the single girl leered and said, 'Last Friday at the end of the work day I went to my boyfriend's office wearing a leather coat. When all the other people had left, I slipped out of it and all I had on was a leather bodice, black stockings and stiletto heels. He was so aroused that we made mad passionate love on his desk right then and there!'
The engaged woman giggled and said, 'That's pretty much my story! When my fiancé got home last Friday, he found me waiting for him in a black mask, leather bodice, black hose and stiletto pumps. He was so turned on that we not only made love all night, he wants to move up our wedding date!'
The married woman put her glass down and said, 'I did a lot of planning. I made arrangements for the kids to stay over at Grandma's. I took a long scented-oil bath and then put on my best perfume. I slipped into a tight leather bodice, a black garter belt, black stockings and six-inch stilettos. I finished it off with a black mask, ready for action.
When my husband got home from work, he grabbed a beer and the remote, sat down and yelled, 'Hey, Batman, what's for dinner?''
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