Some Say it Like it’s a Bad Thing

Nuh time to have you lurking
Him ah go act like he nuh like it
You know I dealt with you the nicest…

I believed all of your dreams, adoration
You took my heart and my keys and my patience

heart on sleeve
“You took my heart on my sleeve for decoration”

You took my heart on my sleeve for decoration

You mistaken my love I brought for you for foundation

All that I wanted from you was to give me
Something that I never had
Something that you’ve never seen
Something that you’ve never been
Mmmmm…
But I wake up and act like nothing’s wrong…
Rihanna, “Work”

For real… Sometimes I wish I understood why when someone who approaches another, heart in hand (or on sleeve), it’s considered a bad thing.
And then I’m glad that I don’t. Playing with one’s emotions… It’s wasteful on multiple levels.

Z28 Camaro
Z28 Camaro
If I wanted to play, I’d play with one of these.

Shame, though.
Eh… Rub some dirt in it, right?

He see me do mi
Dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt
So me put in
Work, work, work, work, work, work
When you ah guh
Learn, learn, learn, learn, learn

Big Picture, People. Big Picture. Focus.

I try to avoid public discussion of political anything, yet shit’s become so damn ridiculous that even I feel compelled to add my two cents to the pile on America’s poker table.

Trump’s entire being is a lie, yet Clinton is The Liar. Because that’s unique in American politics.
The article here: https://paulalanrichardson.com/2016/07/21/think-really-hard-before-voting-for-a-3rd-party-candidate-really/ is a good editorial. Everyone, regardless of their viewpoint, should at least read it. It makes several excellent points.

Look, the “V” in “vote” does not stand for vagina; I will not vote for someone simply because that candidate is a woman. That said, my brain implodes whenever I try to figure out why any female would ever back Trump, because I guarantee that the only thing Trump backs about women is for them to “back it up.” He is a douchebag asshole yet this is not news.

What’s important is for people to look at the Big and International Picture, that of a small fragment of time – a mere 4 years – and the damage the Annoying Orange Ignoramus can do to our nation on the global scale. No nation can afford to be alienated by its peers.

checkers
Think long and hard before you act.

You like Trump? Fine. Have him over to *your house* for a cookout and you all can bond about “what’s on his mind” all you want. Enjoy your junk food Cheetos on a small scale; just please recognize that daily Cheetos do not have nutritional value and is not qualified to sustain you over time. Just like that other puffy orange crisp that melts in your mouth because it has no substance; Trump is exceptionally unqualified to run *our* White House.

Unless you want to live in Third World country, vote and vote appropriately. Bitch all you want about Clinton before, during, and after the election process (I know she isn’t my special ray of sunshine) but vote for her. Four years will fly by before you know it and we’ll still be First World. And me? I like being First World.

Sanders supporters… C’mon, now. You’re supposed to be the smart ones? So don’t be stupid.

Americans should not cut off our nose to spite our face.

And that’s all I have to say about that. 😊 πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡Έ πŸ’™

Taking a Breather

Because when I looked up, the clock read 10:26 PM (again.)
And I realized that I’ve been immersed in emotional intensity way too deep for too long a period of time. Not enough distractions when my kids aren’t home. Too much bad news in too short a time coming from too many different directions, too many frustrations leading to feelings of impotence, imbalance.Radiant Rider Waite Ace of Cups Not enough give but far too much take. Silence where there never was; leaves me vulnerable, uncertain. Trying so hard to do the Right Thing. Doing everything I’d been Guided to do… with the promise of joy and transcendence… Only… there’s nothing there. Empty promises.

Anger swirls around the edge, threatens to pour into what’s left of my Cup of Care; smother what Hope remains.

So I force myself to pause… To listen to my children’s laughter as it bubbles down the stairs. To draw in one slow, calming breath after another until I am still. Able, once again, to remind myself how very Blessed I am, how grateful. And as everything in my mind slowed back down to a more manageable pace, I heard music:

Yes, I understand, that every life must end, uh huh
As we sit alone, I know someday we must go, uh huh
taken by StormCloudOh, I’m a lucky man to count on both hands the ones I love
Some folks just have one, yeah, others they got none, uh huh
Stay with me… Let’s just breathe

Practiced are my sins, never gonna let me win, uh huh
Under everything just another human being, uh huh
Yeah, I don’t want to hurt. There’s so much in this world to make me bleed
Stay with me… You’re all I see

Did I say that I need you? Did I say that I want you?
Oh, if I didn’t, I’m a fool, you see. No one knows this more than me…
As I come clean
taken by StormCloudI wonder everyday as I look upon your face, uh huh
Everything you gave and nothing you would take, uh huh
Nothing you would take… Every thing you gave

Did I say that I need you? Did I say that I want you?
Oh if I didn’t, I’m a fool, you see
No one knows this more than me
I come clean…
Nothing you would take… Every thing you gave
Hold me ’till I die… Meet you on the other side…
“Just Breathe”, Pearl Jam

taken by StormCloudThe very best part is that everything feels so much better when my four babies are home with me, safe and sound. Much easier for me to just breathe. πŸ’–