Just like I’m tired of people telling me,
You should be more like… .
I am also growing tired of people calling me
Yet, when I ask, “How am I being weird?” No one can give me an answer. So what’s up with that? I mean, you’ve read some of these entries. You know that I have …issues… 😄 but I own my issues. I embrace my issues. Perhaps that is what makes me “weird.” But you know what, I’m finished with that.
I am forever amazed at what people notice. I am forever amazed at what offends – perhaps that’s not the best word, but I can’t think of the “correct” one. I LOVE high style speech. I will drop a “thee” or a “thine” in a sentence if I can. Plus, if I’ve chatted with you for a while and I’m feeling a title, I’ll give you a title.
You know a title…Lord, Lady, Viscount, Baroness, etc. etc. etc. Well, it seems, that I’ve hurt the feelings of an on-liner by not offering a them title.
By the Pluto’s thorny cock! I try not to trivialise the feelings of others. It’s not my place to tell you how you should feel. HOWEVER, really? Give me a bloody break!!! I am sorry if feathers were ruffled, but REALLY? I understand people being pissed at me because I posted a pic of a clockwork President Obama wanking off. I’d understand if you’d get pissed at me because I called your kid ugly and slapped your spouse. Get pissed if I insult your faith based on the radical actions of others of similar beliefs. There are thousands of reasons to get pissed at moi. Me, not proffering you a make believe title shouldn’t be a reason. You want a title? Give yourself one!…..
HOWEVER I’m just ….but to have to re-evaluate because I’ve not …… YES, these are some of the people in my circle. But I never knew, that this was a brewing issue. When I said “circle” an image came to mind…
Talking about images. I realised today, that with a few exceptions, I no longer have to Google basic images. I’ve plenty of original pieces I can use and will start using. I snap at least one thousand photos a day. I know this because I dump my camera roll into my #Shoebox before I power down.
What else? Ahhhh, if one says…speaks…writes…communicates one request, statement, whatever AND IT IS NOT HOW ONE TRULY FEELS, IF IT IS NOT WHAT ONE REALLY WANTS DONE. One can’t get angry when the desired outcome isn’t achieved. Does that make sense? Basically…Don’t beat about the bush. Don’t be coy.
This was not where I thought this blog was going to go. It’s not really what I’d planned … Oh well.
Oh, you’ve been weighing heavily because I forgot to buy your latest offering. It was on the “To Do” list, but…. 😒.
a pui tardí
Oh, micro-blogs, as my ability to recall ideas, sparked moments ago continues to decline, I am going to try the “micro-blogging” thing. An associate called it Twitter140+. Ahhh. Or, hummmmm
If I seem insensitive to what you’re going through, Captain, understand – it’s the way I am. – Spock of Vulcan