Showing posts with label talking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label talking. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

A Goodly Day for a Blog




 
I was just sitting here, minding my business, when I thought to myself, today would be an excellent day for a blog! Yuppers. And today, boys and girls, I want to talk about words, actually certain words that are looked down upon. 

Last night, I was talking to my sister and mom. And I had mentioned that I feel better emotionally, (and feel like I'm less of a bitch) when I've spent some time with friends. I had seen Danielle and Danni on Friday, and Saturday, I felt less pissy in general. Maybe it's just me, but I really think it makes a difference. Or maybe I just miss everyone so much...

Anywho, we're talking and my mom says, "What, you can't talk to us? What are we, chopped liver?" Now, I do talk to my family. But I don't bare the deepest darkest corners of my soul to them. I also try not to cuss around them. (Though this one time I said something about some one trying to fuck up around my mom, and I don't think she even heard me.) I don't know about you or your life. I don't. But even though I often cuss, I try to restrain myself around those who think it to be vulgar. Which can be super hard. I personally feel that we should use the words that best fit the situation. And if the proper word is shit, then so be it. (Later on I said something about how something pissed me off, and my mom put her hands over her ears, and went, "lalalalala" as loud as she could)
 
 So. Somewhere around the beginning of this lovely blog, I have a post that talks about cussing, how I don't believe in not doing something just because people tell me it's wrong. If I am going to restrain from doing something (like cussing), I want it to be because I have a personal conviction that it's wrong. And I honestly don't think that cussing is wrong. My sister said something about, it's okay as long as you use it in the right context! Which is bullshit. I mean, unless we want to make sure every single word we use is in the right context. All or nothing.

Now the point of this blog is not to say that cussing is fucking amazing and we should all do it. No. In fact, that's not even the point I want to make. The point I want to make is that sometimes, those who are against saying shit, fuck, bitch, all those fun swear words, these people almost seem more concerned with someone who says shit, and the fact that the word was said, than more important things. 

One of my professors gave us an example of this. A speaker was talking at some christian assembly/meeting/convention. A prominent speaker. He opened up with a fact, that stated how many kids die each year with out ever getting the chance to know about God. And then he said 'shit'. Which he followed up with, "Most of you are now more horrified that I said shit, than all of those children."

The point, my darling readers, is cussing can be vulgar. It can be. But words and reactions can be even more vulgar. If I had been at this meeting, I wouldn't have even thought twice about him saying shit. I have my own shit I don't got together, I have no place to judge. But the fact that there are children dying. CHILDREN. DYING. Probably of diseases that could be prevented, depending on where they live or don't live. THAT breaks my heart. It breaks my heart so much more than any "naughty" word could ever do.

Honestly, I would rather have people cuss. Really. I think the people who care about such things have become so sensitized to it, that they almost consider it a giant sin. Something to be overcome. But I would rather have people say shit than have them lie, or slander. I would rather them say fuck than have them cheat in their relationship. I would rather them say bitch than have them cut down other people, or hate on other people. There are so many things wrong in our society. I don't think cussing is our biggest concern. You can be rude and vulgar without cussing, by your attitude or how you say your words.



After that fun, lighthearted post, have a pick up line/daily odd comment.
Cheers

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Oh hai thar

So, um, I've kind of been absent here, haven't I? Whoopsy... I may or may not have forgotten I have a blog.

Schools been out for over 2 weeks, and I've been working on my room and redecorating it, painting my nails, reading, going shopping, Tumblr-ing. Fun stuff. And I haven't really had many profound wisdom hitting, I need to share this with everyone type moments.

Though I will say, every now and then, I just get hit with all the stupid, insensitive things I've said and done. And it's like it just plays on repeat, over and over again. It could be hormones/PMS related + the lack of people to keep me sane. But it just all hits me. And it makes me wonder how I even have friends. Seriously, it does.  Now, I'm not good at thinking before I talk. Sometimes my words just come out. Especially when I'm tired, and I just want to say everything I think of. It's not pretty. I feel like I've gotten much, much better over the last couple years. Needless to say, I was a child without tact. An adorable child, I'm sure, but definitely one with out tact.

The thing is, I'm already insecure. And pretty sure I have OCD. My mum thinks so too. I can't let things go. I overthink to a fault, sometimes. I'm bad at letting feelings go. And I'm not surrounded by people right now who make it known that it's okay for me to hang out with them. Who let me know they like being around me. That they like me. My summer schedule is work, home, sleep, repeat, pretty much. I haven't really done anything with anyone. And my family has to like me. So right now, I'm semi-bi-polar. I just keep thinking about all my unthinking blunders, and then sometimes I manage to move on and be fine.

Maybe when I've stopped bleeding and cramping, I'll be closer to my usual norm. Maybe it is just hormones. But right now, while it's not over whelming, it's still there, and it's screwing with my insecurities like nothing else.

I might be driving out to visit a friend soon, though! Super excited about that.