Sometimes I wish someone would gather together Paris, Nicole, Lindsay and all the rest of them and drive them to the inner city, give them a Metro card or a bus pass and see how far they get. They are so fortunate and are too silly to see it. The constantly blow it when there are kids who go to bed hungry every night. They need to be thumped upside the head.
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I was reading Mary’s blog this week and was touched by what she was going through. Here’s the comment I left her:
“Wow very unfortunate. After my split it was the same way. All of the people descended to see if they could detect how much I was drinking via my posts, who I was seeing via my posts and all sorts of other things–never to inquire about my latest release or how to purchase it. For now if I need to get something out I will password protect it but sadly, you are speaking the truth when you say that family or friends who don’t visit or email [miraculously] find their way to the blog. INSANE. It’s like they need a vacation but will settle for a romp around the rumor-mill instead.”
I think that everybody should have an outlet. I don’t think that people should have to censor what they feel because of those whose feelings will be hurt. Even if you don’t use a name or opt to use an initial like Mary did, you will still find the subject of your post, off in the corner somewhere fuming with fire coming from their nose. My question, well, actually I have several. Here they go:
1. Does it matter what or who you write about if you’re never ever going to meet the people who read your blog?
2. Do you think if the subject of your post is so offended that they are doing more harm than good by telling people about the blog’s existence AND the post that they’re so offended by?
3. If therapists nowadays encourage you to journal/blog what’s wrong with starting your own blog and venting? Doesn’t it save you the hourly therapist fee?
4. Why are people so quick to jump on rumors and bandwagons? I got so much traffic when I was elusively talking about my separation than I did when I was sharing information about my new book. That’s just crazy to me and of course half of the traffic was probably from people I know or have met personally.
Go figure.
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Hand-Me-Down Shade. Of course when I’m talking “shade” I really mean “shadiness” you know when people act funny for no particular reason? Yes, that kind of shade. This topic came up because it’s a recurring theme and I remember when I first burst onto the writing scene in 1998 there were a gaggle of people, looking, searching and eager to figure out this book biz. Egos got in the way, (not mine because I still help people and offer my services) and the badmouthing began. I remember having a book club all set to read my book (this happened twice actually) and then I’m guessing she talked to “someone” who knew “someone” in those particular circles of people who didn’t care for me for whatever reason and the next thing you know, no follow up, no replies to emails, no more date inked months in advance, no book club meeting.
The weak-minded thing is that they couldn’t even make up their own minds, they shunned me, my books and all of that just because head negro in charge said to. Maybe it was a “you’re getting too popular thing” or a “you’re not all that” thing that stemmed from their own insecurity. Who knows. If I had a nickel for every time I heard someone say, “you think you’re cute” I could retired right now and never write another blessed thing. Sad, but people are people and I see the same thing happening in the blog world. I want to scream, “IT’S ONLY A FRIGGIN’ BLOG NOT A NATIONALLY SYNDICATED TELEVISION SHOW”.
To me there is nothing worse than hand me down hate. I mean, be original at least. I think that in my life I’ve fallen victim of the receiving end of hate more often than not. I’ve had women look at me and not like me on the spot and then convince everybody in their circle that it wasn’t a good idea to befriend me. I was okay with that though because I’m not the type who goes around looking for friends and goes crying all the way home if the so-called cool kids won’t play with me. I guess that’s what separates the kind of friends I have from those people who think my feelings are hurt because they won’t buy my book, read my blog or link me. Whatever. I expect that kind of behavior from 20 year olds (even though they need to grow up and prepare for the real world where more crucial things matter) but when you get 30 and 40 year olds in this cliquish moronic showdown it is evidence that your mind is still stuck in 7th grade. Grow up. Your body aged but your mind is still stuck on stupid.
I have friends who don’t care for this or that person, but we let each other choose. I’m not going to badmouth somebody repeatedly just to “make” my friend not talk to a particular person just because I don’t like them. C’mon, we’re grown. And the kinds of friends I have would do the same–let me choose. That’s why my circle is small folks. I mean, and as for hateful authors who think if they knock your book it will make you buy theirs, I keep putting it out there that readers don’t just buy ONE BOOK and quit reading. Gee, get over yourselves and stop perpetuating hate already dummy. Yeah, I know, my peeves category is growing. It’s a wonder I like anything.
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Coffeehouse giant Starbucks is standing by its campaign to put thought-provoking messages on its coffee cups despite a national uproar and threat of boycott over a message some felt was “anti-God.”
Controversy erupted this week after a customer became steamed reading a quote that stated:
“Why in moments of crisis do we ask God for strength and help? As cognitive beings, why would we ask something that may well be a figment of our imaginations for guidance? Why not search inside ourselves for the power to overcome? After all, we are strong enough to cause most of the catastrophes we need to endure.”
The quote was written by Bill Schell, a Starbucks customer from London, Ontario, Canada, and was included as part of Starbucks’ “The Way I See It” campaign to collect different viewpoints and spur discussion.
Source: World News Daily
There go my caramel frapps.
Have you ever had someone press you to urgently meet with them only to sit down and have them tell you that they forgive YOU as if they played no part in said situation? I mean, an episode like that could leave you scratching your head thinking, “Wow, they still haven’t grown to the point where they can own their own issues. They still blame everybody else and don’t see AT ALL where they could have done anything different AND (big and) if they did see where they could have done thing differently, they sure didn’t say it to me or bring it up, leading me to believe that in their own minds, they’re perfect. I mean seriously. They think they did ABSOLUTELY NOTHING wrong.” Sad. Unfortunate. Pitiful. Moving on…
In a totally unrelated incident, I get an email from someone who was instructed by someone else to contact me and ask what my experience working with them was. Uh, what? First of all you DEFINITELY don’t want me to respond to them dude. Seriously, you don’t. Secondly, why (knowing what transpired) would you have someone contact me of all people? I mean, this had to be put on the table under the guise that they think they’re just so cute and cuddly that I would just lie for them because my love supposedly knows no end. My love has an end and just because I’m not kicking up a dust-storm doesn’t mean I’m weak–so get it right. No, I won’t burst our into sporadic rage, that’s not MY thing. And uh, I don’t mind you visiting the page, but stay out of my stats before I block you from your home and work IP.
If I didn’t have a blog I don’t know how I’d vent, but thankfully I can say what I need to say without it causing stress and tension. I just exhale on the page and being that this is a free country I can do that. It’s funny how people try to come into your life thinking they can censor you. Why? How? When? It’s not going to happen. I’ve always been the type that speaks up for rights. Especially for children and victims of domestic violence and the likes. And just because YOU know what I’m talking about doesn’t mean everyone else does. This exact situation is the reason why I’ve always been content with my quiet little life. Who needs a whole bunch of people calling, and hooking up to do dinner and drinks. You never know who you can trust so I’m reverting back to trusting those that I already know I can. Moved on…
You know the one thing I’m proud of is that I’ve grown enough to know that you can’t blame yourself for other people’s actions. I know I’ve done my best by people and am striving to SINGLEHANDEDLY build my own brand so the other day when someone said, “You know what? I’m so proud of you.” AMAZING! I smiled and enjoyed that statement rather than picking it apart and lessening the statement’s impact on my life. Sometimes people come into your life and know how to give a compliment that touches you to the core. But you’re got to be ready for this kind of person otherwise in your unprepared hands it’ll be a mess and you’ll come up with all kinds of reasons as to why their comment wasn’t legitmate. Thankfully I’ve taken time out to heal so that I don’t do damage to people I come in contact with. I think we should all do that or take ourselves off the market before we ruin somebody’s son or daughter.
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