Category: Society

It is not funny to
Be called honey

And left by the
Sting of a ghost.

Must learn to fire their own forges in order to shape their own destinies.

It was interesting overhearing the “woes” of a person speaking with another about the taxation expenses of buying additional housing property that they would not be using as a primary residence – in contrast to circumstances of those of us nowhere near being able to afford the current price of buying our own first homes.

Recreational drugs without adjunct therapy to exorcise demons, instead of reinforcing their negative messaging.

I do not see the practicality of obtaining a new partner. So much investment in time, energy, and hope for the future that too easily distracts for lack of co-nourishment.

Regressed back to ignorance, strife, and the struggle for survival.

To belong can mean contributing without sacrificing one’s identity or integrity.

It is hard to avoid skew when we are burdened.

Religions should not, and must not, dictate – for Man cannot see God’s greater plans.

“Your so sensitive…”

“Your life is always so dramatic…”

What if the “powers that be” only resorted to violence as a last resort to help restore peace, rather than murdering, raping, and plundering in the name of narcistic greed?

We are haunted and terrorized by memory’s specters reinforced by current day idiots who propagate violence.

Sometimes people discredit and defame others’ validity in order to avoid their own accountability.

When we are instructed by media to keep masquerading while rejecting valid authenticity, it is difficult to find other people who have good reasoning.

If a virus is bent on killing its host, rather than becoming coexistent-symbiotic, an immunization must be created to prevent its further detrimental propagation.

The same can be said for human violence.

“Fear is the mind killer.”

– Paul Atreides in the original movie, Dune

I step up to bat no matter circumstances imposed, watching as others swing in their sleep to condemn and entrap me in their nightmaring.

But I will keep strugglung to cast their dispersions from me and pray that I may ascend to higher grade peerage.

I was mistreated to such an extent in my last class for retraining that I finally had to file a complaint.

I may have “markers” which seem to convey putting me into some predetermined category – but then how I actually interact is levels of grace beyond the norms expected.

I have felt in a gap since crossing over the 50’s threshold, unable to relate to other women regarding what I’ve been going through.

And my mind is still in its earler years, where from my 20’s to 40’s inner expression was relegated into a holding pattern.

I’m not like other women out there.

I am set apart.

Although when a guy I see regularly in passing at the gym does a halt-shift abrupt direction reset when he sees me is heart wounding.

I know I am not the type he is looking for – but he didn’t need to physically translate that into a scene.

He’s typed himself from day one in his actions.

And it sucked that he projected “rejection” onto me.

Then, other women say that maybe I’m “doing something wrong.”

No.

I’m just trying to find and conjure forth what qualifues my own truth expressing.

And I am not stepping on or hurting anyone by my actions.

The most I do is revert to self defense when they are pushing.

And they sure go out of their ways to cast their stones blindly.

I do not go seeking it, but it sure loves to wave.

It does not always only come from direct violent actions, but can also come from passive-aggressive repeated negative messaging.

After I have taken on too much b.s. that the world has been shoving at me, my body reaches a point to where it begins to heat up – like bees do when they sense a threat; like dragons do, when it’s time to vent.

Some people work hard to get to where they are going for achievement.

Some other people look for ways to take advantage of this impetus.

I have reached the point where I can no longer flex or adapt for others

I have had to give too much beyond capacities while injured.

Time to shut down, retreat, bar my doors, and sink into reclusion.

I was surprised to hear that my mother had also noticed that when I try to finish my Bachelor’s, my housing becomes destablized due to unrelated external factors.

It’s as if elements wish to keep me from progressing, succeeding, and manifesting.

When I was younger, the elders talked at me, not with me.

Don’t play the game.

Change the rules of engagement.

Being disrupted from speaking with knowledgeable and compassionate elders by video communications being cut short is gut-wrenching.

Many supports designed to help society have major flaws which either purposefully or inadvertently denigrate.