Things I would say to an ex. Honestly it depends upon the ex. There are always good reasons why they are ex’s. Still usually… it’s hello, how have you been? I see no reason not to be polite. The only reason not to would be if they hurt me…and since I have moved on…the hurt must not have been as bad as it felt then.
Hmmm weird traits. I am not sure I have any. Weird personality quirks and weird idioms, perhaps. But honestly I see there being nothing about myself that is truly weird. I am unique. Weird implies that there might be something wrong with any of my traits. Nope. Unique.
Hmmm something I miss… cartoons. Saturday mornings with cereal and early morning cartoons. The cartoons of today really are subpar. I have tried to introduce my daughter to the cartoons of my childhood, but to be honest, it really saddens me that cartoons are no longer like that.
So. I am awake. It happens. And oddly enough when it does I manage to do some of my best writings. It’s like this is when my mind is clearest. When I fight with the demon known as insomnia. I already added two poems to my poetry W.i.p. and now I am going to ramble here. My thoughts are this….
Is social media truly being social? We have been asking this question as a society for a while now. These sites allow us to lie. To become people we wish we were. There is a serious issue there. Still it also allows us to communicate with people who are so very far away. It makes the world seem so much less. It allows family and friends who are far away to connect it ways that would be impossible otherwise… but that’s not always a good thing. I personally use it to promote my books and sell my crafts. I use it to keep in touch with those who I have known and love. For me…the recluse writer…yes it is social activity. However I am strange… what? Did you really not know that? Lol. What about you? What do you think? Is social media truly being social? I wonder for the non introverted people out there, if social media is something else? Perhaps it is tedious. If so do you only do them for your family? What is your reasons for being on them? Which do you use? There are so many choices.
It really is the little things that hurt…and heal. Seeing affection and pride felt by those whom you wish were proud of you. Or who paid enough attention to see who you really were. So I end up feeling the little green eyed monster creep in. And then I self recriminate because I see myself as better than that. I don’t do my writing or my crafts or my art for the recognition. I really don’t. I do all of it for me. However, the primal urge for recognition exists in everyone. Then along with the self doubt, a few someone’s stood up for me. It heals the little cracks in my soul.
Oh well… this is a tough one. I am an oddball. I really don’t dislike people overall… not any more. For me it is a case by case – moment to moment thing. So saying I dislike someone… well for me that means they are not family. Blood doesn’t always mean family.
Ack mornings. Even more ack routine. I sit and play on my social media till I am awake. No real routine to that.
1. Claustrophobia – I have been afraid of closed in spaces for a very long time.
2. Helplessness – I can not handle being helpless. I have been a survivor… so I don’t do being helpless well.
3. Heights – although I think it is more a fear of falling.
4. Being alone – the huge fear of loss.
5. Tbh — only thing four above.
there is a song for
each heart that has ever
touched themselves to mine.
playing in the theatre in
my often troubled mind.
Joy nor sadness truly reigns,
as heart rending is often queen.
faces with songs exist
long after emotion and name
have fallen prey to time.
such power these sounds have
to long after romance has died
still bring the heart to tears.
what allows another to see the moment
before it has come to be,
so well to write the words and notes
that will eternally haunt the mind
remembering pain and joy in the moment?
is the muse so cruel
that the songs
that tug
the heartstrings
are but inspiration
and quick pen?
the moments caught and held
meant to entertain the masses
end up breaking the heart.
To be honest this took actual thought. Quite a bit of thought. Not much really irritates me…I am something of an easygoing person. I even asked those who know me best to get a feel for what I would be perceived as having as a pet peeve. My daughter figures my pet peeve (once I explained the term ) was her misbehaving and disrespecting me. I really don’t think of her random teenage moments (as she is actually a really good kid) as being worth counting as my pet peeve. I am just her mother. That means I hide the amusement when she is acting as stubborn as she does. My boyfriend of twenty years just I don’t knowed at me….so I must not really have one that stands out to him. My sister told me it was stupid people. Okay uhm…yeah. I really have issues with those who are purposely ignorant or hurtful. So my pet peeves list is a total of one… that’s not bad.
What’s yours? And why?
Pattimouse 