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Learning to Live Dark

Learning to Live Dark

  Even as a small child, I was never afraid of the dark. The first time I woke in a coffin, changed that. I opened my eyes in pitch black, the weight of it pressing down and the silence ringing in my ears. I screamed myself, hoarse. All these years later, I’m still not accustomed to it. This night, I startle awake and force myself to breath. I don’t need to but, the feeling is comforting. My…

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Salad

This was a bit of an experiment. I’m sure the grammar nazis will have much to say about my punctuation. I’m still one week behind my weekly challenge… “Omg girl, where have you been?” “You’re not going to believe this. So, I was having a salad at that sidewalk café on Main St,” “Oh, did you have that one with the kale and quinoa?” “No, I like the one with the spinach and strawberry vinaigrette.”…

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I’ve learned my lessons hard but,

I’ve learned my lessons well

paraskevidekatriaphobia

(noun) Defined as the fear of Friday the 13th, Paraskevidekatriaphobia was first coined by psychotherapist, Donald Dossey. Possessing an unreasonable fear of this day and date, Dossey says the only way to cure oneself of such paralyzing thoughts is to learn how to pronounce the word and you are cured! Next Friday the 13th will fall on March 2015 and again this November, which makes it a rare occurrence taking place three times in one year! Creepy! Hopefully your verbal acrobatics will help you remedy this fear. (via wordsnquotes)

One Line Prompts

“Can I drive? No offense, but you kinda suck.”

“Did you just do that?”

“You earn how much?”

“Me and you? Pffft.”

“How are we suppose to do this when you’re like this?”

“Why don’t we just murder them?”

“I think what you just explained is murder. And. No.”

“You have a pet crow?”

“I just stole a million dollars!”

“Can the zombie apocalypse just happen already?”

There is a path into the woods at the edge of town. Some say it glitters like starlight, some say it’s welcoming like a path to grandma’s house, the rest of us will never see it at all.

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

                  Let me start by saying I grew up on Beetle Bailey. I’m not criticizing the strip in general. The comic above appeared on May 16. It illustrates a long standing discussion that has been going in our house.   On the surface we see a guy surrounded by women who won’t give him the time of day. He goes home depressed. Are we supposed to feel sad for this lonely fellow? What about the girls? They seem to be taking a lot of blame for his woes. “Hey darlin’”, “Honey”, “Sweetie”.  Are they really supposed to respond positively?  

              This strikes a cord with me because I am one of these ladies.  I myself have had words like that thrown at me from car windows, in the aisle t the grocery store, or at work.   I too am going about my day, not looking or wanting attention. Yet just like these women, I am somehow to blame for not responding appropriately. I am told  that this behavior shouldn’t bother me. It’s just harmless flirting. I should be flattered. I am not.

               If it makes someone uncomfortable then its not harmless. I have met very few women who are okay with this kind of treatment. They have learned the best way to deal with it, is to just ignore it. Any kind of positive response encourages them. A negative response can make the man aggressive and may lead to violence. Going through the day with your head down and headphones on is no way to live. We girls have learned from our experiences. Now we just have to teach the men.

               Our hapless friend needs to learn how very wrong his approach is. Clearly, he wants a relationship. A verbal scattershot isn’t working. Nor would the classic construction worker catcall. I believe it will take someone teaching him, and others of his kind, to be respectful and thoughtful. The more we push for change on a societal level, the more it seems there is resistance. Its time to take it to a more individual level.

               Teach him to be nice and kind, he will win the fair maiden’s hand and perhaps he will pass it on to his own sons.