uncharted territory…monsters are real…make yourself BIG

exploring life

Most days lately find me over here at my home just living life and trying to do the right thing. The “right thing” varies some days, but most of the time it means simply that I am cheerful, happy and loving the people in my life. That’s me. I never purposefully set out to hurt anyone or anything. It’s not in me. In fact, it’s not even something I think about.

My days are pretty full without me ever having to do much to fill them up. I get calls from other friends to go out and do fun activities together, or I look for opportunities to give something back to the community by volunteering. I don’t have the time to sit over here and wallow in whatever new misery someone sees fit to leave in a flaming paper bag of shit on my doorstep. I’m certainly not going to take the time it takes to plot their eventual demise. It’s just not worth it to me.  

The one thing I will take the time to do is process what’s being tossed on my plate. I’ll sit down and look it over really well. I am always interested in what part I play in the drama. Did I do something to bring this on myself? I mean, other than just breathing? I like to think I’m capable of being objective and self aware when it’s necessary.

Perhaps I’m not always objective about some things. In those cases I have friends that I rely on to give me a swift kick in the pants. Those friends are priceless. When you find one, never let them doubt how important they are to you. They are a blessing sent to you from the Universe.

I refuse to condone mean-girl-shit.

I’m not the Justice League all the time, but when I see it, I like to take the time to expose it. It is never my intention to hurt someone else by exposing them. It’s my intention to make them stop. Just stop it. In the scheme of things what they are doing isn’t worth the brand it will leave between their eyes after a while.

No one will trust you anymore.

No one will believe you.

No one will want to be your friend.

These aren’t threats, by the way. These are cold and hard facts. People that do what you do aren’t generally socially acceptable with the masses and the ones that do welcome you with open arms will stab you in the back once you’re tucked into their embrace. You just can’t win when you’re stirring the pot, honey.

While I’m sitting over here minding my own business, not hurting anyone, trying to do the right thing, do you have any idea how utterly ridiculous it is to hear there’s someone on the other side of the looking glass just taking a piss on my world every chance they get? Dafuq? What the hell is wrong with them?

What kind of damaged and depraved individual thrives on trying to hurt someone…like me?

It took me a while to admit it, but monsters are real.

When you’re faced with a monster the best advice I can share is to do exactly what they tell you to do when entering a state park that has bears. Wave your arms around wildly. Make yourself big. Make a lot of noise. Never, ever lay down and play dead! And don’t forget to take lots of pictures. *wink, wink*


I wish I were pretty
I wish I were brave
If I owned this city
Then I’d make it behave

And if I were fearless
Then I’d speak my truth
And the world would hear this
That’s what I wish I’d do, yeah

If my hands could hold them you’d see
I’d take all these secrets in me
And I’d move and mold them to be
Something I’d set free


About Madeline Scribes

A writer with a sense of humor. If anyone can laugh at life, it's me.
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1 Response to uncharted territory…monsters are real…make yourself BIG

  1. And vice versa! I just love you to many bits and back again!!


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