When the word “routine” comes to mind I think of marching bands or dancers, activities that can not survive unless they are mapped out or performed with some kind of thought and precision. Even a mosh pit has an undulating routine to it. Routines allow great big groups of people to do one thing together nicely, or they allow one person to stay focused and balanced in life. That last one is the one I want to explore with you today; how to have a healthy bedtime routine. Continue reading →
I want to start out by telling you how fantastic my therapist was by telling you how bad someone treated me.
I had experienced an explosion of toxic behavior from someone I had thought was a dear friend. What I believed would be worked out to cause our friendship to become stronger ended up exposing this person for the truly disturbed individual they had always been. I had no idea what had been lurking below the surface and it spun me in circles trying to catch my breath while she seemed to immensely enjoy the ride she was taking me on. Continue reading →
I have heard that holding a grudge is like drinking poison and hoping the other person dies and I believe this is true. Holding a grudge and continuing to poke insults and jabs at the person you feel wronged you is indeed poisonous, toxic behavior and the people supporting your grudge are cheering you on while you commit mental suicide.
What does holding a grudge mean? A grudge against someone is holding onto resentment. You continue to stoke those fires of anger and hatred inside your heart and it spills over into your outside life eventually. Holding tight to bitter feelings will make you an ugly and abysmal person over a period of time.
Whether you poke fun and make jokes about your grudge or you outright spew venom, you are still guilty of holding a grudge.
When someone connects to anything I write and finds hope in an otherwise hopeless situation then I am elated to share in their joy of discovery. But there is that small percentage that think everything is about them and they don’t like it. They read something I write and see the worst of themselves and rather than looking inward and hopefully grow up a little, they point the finger at me and call me names.
I cannot and will not take responsibility when someone out there takes ownership of an observation I make and then becomes offended by it. That is on them, not me.
I have never felt the need to make my personal Facebook or any other personal social media profile public. Making your profile public means that anyone can see what you’ve posted and sometimes they don’t even need to be on Facebook to see it.
I think unless you’re trying to earn a living, a public profile is an uncomfortable amount of personal information to put out there for general consumption.
Why do I feel this way? I think way too much personal information gets bandied about and it’s starting to hurt people. It’s become easier every day to socially engineer a person simply based on what they share on social media. I’m not alone in this belief.
There are many problems with a personal public profile but I think the biggest issue is not only are they exposing themselves, they are exposing every one of their friends that comment on their public profile. If you have an unpopular opinion or make an off-color remark on a public profile, everyone can see it, search for your name and find it then they can punish you for it by unfriending you or perhaps not hiring you for that job you really wanted. Is it worth it?
Have you ever wondered why full grown elephants can be held captive by a small chain on a stake in the ground? Adult elephants in the wild can rip huge trees out of the ground, roots and all, but here are these massive beasts being held captive by a small chain on a stake. Continue reading →
I mention the Crazy Train often in some of my posts. I want to talk for a moment about exactly what the Crazy Train is.
The Crazy Train is a transparent, narcissistic, lying piece of turd sociopath that is charming and funny, yet causes so much drama and intrigue that you just can’t resist hopping on their train, just to see where they will take you.
One of my friends told me that she loves to ride the Crazy Train, but she always gets off before it becomes a train wreck. Continue reading →