Okay, since it is getting awfully close to that time of year where Santa visits us, I am going to be good. Not just GOOD but really, really GOOD. Normally, I'd go into a rant or two, level off with some discussion on what value porn has, enjoy a naked cartwheel, lose myself in some nice cheese that would make you wonder if I was a mouse in a past life, and tell you how much I hate the Holidays.
Well, at least til next year because I know how awful it is to hide all that is dwelling inside when all of us raving lunatics feel the need to let out everything. I've still got my year end entry to type up that I've been playing with in my head. This was a very eventful year for me.
I'm going to be gone soon. Sunday is the night I leave for Indiana to spend Christmas with Sara and her parents. I did it last year so this is nothing new. It does feel weird to not find my own mother spending obscene amounts of time in the kitchen. Instead, it'll be Sara's mom and I with a bowl of peppermint ice cream and our deep discussions of what is on TV. At some point, Sara will walk in and insist the two of us head downstairs to sink into the leather couch and enjoy the plasma TV.
But that's my thing. My anger towards what is wrong with the strange need for so many people to spend huge amounts of time in stores all to hopefully get things that will make them like be liked even more. That's not me. I have everything. If I find something that would amuse someone I care about, it's then that I will walk out with a small smile on my face. Don't forget that it's not to get someone to like me. I'm just too gosh darn lovable anyway. 3 bloggers and have met me and enjoyed my goofy needs.
Why hardly anyone does anything special for me I'll never know. It's weird how I would rather experience opening a wrapped present than being handed a couple thousand dollars to do what I want with. Would anyone like to know how I wish someone would admit to knowing me?
I'm just not feeling very focused on blogging. Hell, I haven't felt much love towards it for weeks. I rant and rave over various things. Sammy wants to know if y'all feel shame. Not sure how that is worded but do I make you feel that way about yourselves from the words you read here? I do think we need to bring back shame since this is a time where everyone thinks they can do anything they want, even if it hurts others silently. Why am I thinking of a certain 16-year-old that tells the world she is pregnant? Oh, babies are like teddy bears? This world is so fucked up. Bring back shame!
Oops! I cussed so forget that little naughty word for a minute and flick your labia's piercing. An angel just got its wings!
So, I leaveth this rather dull entry. While I have no interest in making someone love me, I do give some of the best gifts. Yes, there is going to be a small box presented to Sara. After almost 3 years together, it's time, huh? Happy twats all around.
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Ha. I was actually asking if you feel shame, not your readers.
I don't know how, but you almost never fail to completely misinterpret what I'm saying. I'll try my best to simplify. It's odd that you want others to bring shame back, when 95 percent of your blog entries are (shamelessly) about your being God's gift to women. You seem disheartened, mostly, that the rest of the world can't be as perfect as you, and yet, I can't figure out what makes you so different from everyone else. I don't necessarily disagree with a lot of what you say, I just wish you would clarify your thoughts more - why, for instance, shun materialism when you're quite possibly the most materialistic person I've known? The hypocrisy is a bit confusing.
I enjoy discussion, and I know you do too, but why not follow your thoughts through if you're going to stimulate it?
Erm, I thought you said goodbye?
Don’t you think negativity breeds negativity, though? I feel like I should clarify the ‘God’s gift to women’ comment, one, because I think you misinterpreted it, and two, because as a woman, it’s about a kind of behavior lots of men exhibit that irritates me. It has nothing to do with you getting “looked at” a lot. I get looked at a lot, everyone gets looked at a lot, just because you’re the only one who records every instance of it in your blog doesn’t mean you’re the only one. When I made that comment, I was referring to your constant claim that you’re the “perfect boyfriend”, because you treat your girlfriend with respect and take her out and buy her nice things and allow her to feel pleasure and whatever else you’ve talked about. First of all, we’re not in the ‘50s anymore, so I don’t understand why you talk about these things like they’re some kind of new, rare behavior. Secondly (and perhaps more relevant), my comment may have hurt, but I have to say, it always gets under my skin when men brag about their treatment of women, as though they’re going above and beyond and deserve some kind of medal, when all they’re really doing is what’s expected of them. I don’t know why you talk about it so much, and I certainly don’t deny that you do the “right” things, but as a woman, such bragging does bother me; I’m not going to give a pat on the back to any man who treats me with respect, when all he’s doing is giving me something I deserve to begin with.
I’m not trying to single you out; I’ve come across many men who talk as though they deserve some sort of recognition for simply treating a woman right. I’m not a hardcore feminist or anything, but if we don’t go through life expecting respect and treating it as the norm, instead of merely being grateful if it comes our way, how does that empower women at all?
And you’re not the one that appalled me. There are many other people who read my blog, so you might want to take that advice and stop assuming it’s always about you. :)
I guess when it comes down to it, I believe in actions speaking louder than words; so, I question why you have to keep a public record of every good thing you do, when doing them should simply be enough. I liken it to celebrities who invite a camera crew along every time they do charity work. The action itself is absolutely true and good, I just tend to question their motives when I see them so intent on filming it for everyone to see.
Maybe here I'm not quite the same but it's a whole other ballgame when I talk in real life.
Are you saying you act differently than how you portray yourself online? I don't understand.
By the way, you can rest easy, as I'm extremely happy with everything I have and all I've accomplished. You're the one who spews hatred in your journal about everyone and everything, so I don't know how I come off as unhappy.
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