Random Truth Tuesday

 

Random Truth: I hate the whole “if you hate your job, just quit!” crap. That’s what it is, it’s crap.

I get the idea behind that advice: you shouldn’t work somewhere you hate, and you shouldn’t hate going to work every day. I agree!

Here’s the thing – you can’t just quit!

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Why?

Because bills. Because rent. Because gas money for the car. Because food.

Because being a fucking adult, means not quitting just because you don’t like it.

Getting a “new” job isn’t always an option, especially when the jobs around, aren’t much better than the one you’re at now.

On top of that, when your dream and goal is to work for yourself, switching to a different set of thumbs to be under, isn’t better, it’s just different. And learning a whole new set of people, issues, and ways to hate a job doesn’t make it better.

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So, maybe instead of telling someone who’s stuck in a job they hate to just “quit” or “find something better” tell them how strong they are. Strong for sticking through something they hate, because they have to. Strong for not selling out, and going for their dreams instead, even when that means being on their feet for 10 hours a day, making crappy wages, and getting absolutely no respect. Perhaps you can actually help, by giving them a little of the respect they deserve.

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Good Grief, it’s December!

How is it already December!?  This year has flown by so quickly, I can hardly believe it.  I still feel like it’s July.

December’s always been my month of reflection and introspection, so I’m starting that this week.  Going over the past year, all the different events that add up to make this year’s collage of memories.  It’s been a crazy year, that’s for sure!

In addition to that, we’re starting to get ready for Christmas, and enjoying the holiday season.  I love all the snowflakes, and wearing my Christmas earrings! 😀

I’m still deciding whether I want to make a resolution list for next year.  I never seem to do well with them, because life is expectantly unpredictable.  Do you like making resolution lists?

Do you like to look over your year an analyze it?  What do you think about as the year comes to an end?  Any plans for Christmas?

 

Evil Starbucks Cups!!

Hiya, how are you?  Hopefully doing well 🙂

Ok, so unless you’ve been living under a rock the past couple of weeks, you’ve most likely heard the hullabaloo about the cups.  Starbucks holiday cups.

Apparently, the lack of decoration on them, has been taken as an “attack” on Christmas, and by association, Christians.

Cups.

Red cups.

Are you friggin’ kidding me??

Gimme some fish, cuz people need to be smacked.*

What I want to know, is who was the first one to get offended by this.  Can someone point that asshole out, please?

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The most ridiculous part about this being taken as an “attack” on Christianity, Christians, or Christmas, is the fact that previous decorations on Starbucks cups haven’t even been related to Christianity!!!  They’ve been Santa sleighs, or bells, or trees, or snowflakes!  None of which are in the Bible, or have anything to do with the Christ-related part of the holiday!!

  

I just…agh!

People irritate me.

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In case you’re wondering, I am a Christian and *gasp* I’m not offended by the plain red cups.  I think they’re cute.  I don’t tend to get drinks from Starbucks, as I don’t drink coffee, but if I end up in the mood for some white hot chocolate, I won’t let some stupid cups stop me.

Sheesh.  This kinda crap is why people have heart-attacks at 50, and get cancer.  And why they think Christians are nutters with nothing better to do than cause drama.  People need to stop making mountains out of molehills, looking for offense where there is none, and stressing about nothing.  We have real issues to deal with – leave the cups alone!

K, I’m done.  Moving on.  Wanna join me? 🙂

What do you think of this “issue” and offense?  Do you plan to buy Starbucks?  More importantly, whatchya doing for Thanksgiving, since we aren’t even in December yet? 😛

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*Smacking with a fish: This is a phrase we use around our house.  We joke about how people being ridiculous/mean/or have bad attitudes need to be smacked with fish.  Dead fish, if they are being particularly offensive.

Fake Christians ~ Take 1

Hiya, hope you’re doing well.

Today, I’m starting a series I’m calling Fake Christians.  Unfortunately, there are plenty of examples to choose from, and they all make me so upset, I know I’ll have things to say about most of them.

This particular story is (at least when I read it) presented by WorldTruth.TV.  Good site, btw, if you’re looking for stories not published in the mainstream media, or smaller stories.  Like this one.

Basically, a woman wrote into a column in the Denver Post called Ask Amy.  Here’s a cut-out of it, so you can read the woman’s side, and Amy’s advice/response:

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Just, wow.  How can people act like that??  I don’t get it.  How can you call yourself a Christian, then treat your family like crap, and blame THEM for it?  How do people get to the mental place where they stop seeing that they are causing the problems?  Even when this excluded sister is crying, trying to talk through it, coming to her unsympathetic sister for support, it’s still somehow her fault for being different.  Black sheep say what?

Obviously, she wants to connect with her sister and cousins and whomever else they deem good enough to join them on their shopping vacations.  If it’s putting her in tears, her exclusion isn’t a personal choice – it’s being made for her, and then the blame being put on her.

A saying we have around our house, is “smacking someone with a fish” when they are acting wrong.  A dead fish, if it’s particularly ugly behavior.  I really want to smack this woman with a fish…

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As Christians, we are meant to act in love.  When someone is perpetually hurting you, and they refuse to listen, and blame you for the pain they are causing, that’s abuse.  Plain and simple.  An abusive person hurts you, while sitting on their high horse, arrogantly saying “you earned it” or somehow saying their ugly behavior is your fault.  Unfortunately, this point-of-view can always be seen by either party, because typically, each person believes they are correct.  Even an abusive person will perceive themselves as the victim, because they feel justified in their behavior.

Well, that’s where being a Christian comes in – compare yourself to Christ.  Are you acting in a way He would smile at, or would you be ashamed to admit your words, thoughts and actions to Him?  Would He approve and stand behind your behavior?  Would He treat people the way you are?  Did He?

Whether you like it or not, if the answer is no, then you are the one in the wrong, and the one causing the abuse.  Most of the time though, that will never be recognized, because abusive people also tend to be manipulative and controlling, and don’t listen.   There will always be a justification for their abuse, even if they know God/Jesus would not approve.

That’s what gets me – even when they know they’re wrong, and they judge others for acting the exact same way, they are always justified.  It’s infuriating.

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Here’s the thing – ugly people never want to see their own ugliness.  Ever.  It will always be someone else’s fault.  No matter how much you say “you’re hurting me” or “I don’t understand why you’re doing this” it doesn’t matter.  They are corrupted, and will not listen until God intervenes. The only thing you can do with people like the “Sad Sister” in this situation, is walk away, and let God deal with them.

We’ve done this many times with our families and friends, because that was the only way out of the abuse.  Our pleading and requests for respect and fair treatment fell on deaf, arrogant ears, and in the end, we just got hurt.  The only thing to do with that type of abuse, is walk away.  The more you talk, the less they listen.  You simply deepen the seeds of resentment and justification with each word, and make it worse.

Stop looking for love where you’ll only find judgement and pain.  If you’ll never be good enough, then walk away.  It’s done.  That’s my advice to the sister being excluded – walk away.  Ironically, take the “sad” sister’s advice, and find better people to be around, because she has already chosen her position, and nothing and no one will change her mind, except God.  So, let her go, and let God.

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For me, that’s what I choose to do.  I do not allow people to abuse me.  I’ve had enough of it in my life, and I don’t take it any more.  If someone treats me badly and doesn’t want to work on it, I walk away.  I will own up to my mistakes, but I don’t take the blame for someone else acting ugly.  Every relationship is a two way street – I can’t do it all on my own.  If they refuse to listen, and believe themselves superior to me for any reason, I will not have them in my life.  I’m not superior, and neither are you.  We are all worthy of Hell, and (I pray…) hoping for Heaven.

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I don’t see why people feel ok acting like this horrible woman, and I feel very sad for her sister.  Being the black sheep and not fitting in is difficult enough – you’re always aware you’re different.  Being actively excluded though, that hurts.  And by blood family?  That pain never fully heals.  Judging and punishing anyone for being different isn’t ok.  Especially family.

I hope everyone who reads this story, whether it be from this post or someone else’s, learns a valuable lesson – punishing others for being different and then blaming them for making you uncomfortable, is wrong.  If you’re going to act ugly, at least have the guts to own up to it.  Otherwise, get off your high horse, and knock it off.  Your actions are your own – so own them, or change.  Be someone you’d want to be friends with – someone God will be proud of.

If you’re the black sheep, and people want to exclude you, then here’s a secret: you’re better off without them!!  They will never make you happy, and you’ll only feel like the black sheep in their company.  God has people and a place for you, and a lot of times, that is not with the family you’re born into.  Give it up to Him, and let Him lead you to where He meant for you to be.  We all have somewhere we fit in, we just have to find it.  Don’t settle for abuse – choose love, even if that means you’re alone for a while.  Own your life, own your differences, and don’t let anyone make you feel like crap for being different.  You are who God made you to be.  If they can’t see your sparkle, then get out from under their dark cloud.  Only then, will you shine.

Own it – it’s worth it 🙂

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So, are you treating anyone badly?  Are you being treated badly by someone else?  Have you had to leave people behind, because they acted like the “Sad Sister” in the column above?  Feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments below, or just say hi! 🙂

If you enjoyed this post, please share it – I would certainly appreciate it.  Thank you!

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Hidden History – Irish Slaves

Random rant, but this is something I’m seeing bashed and bad-mouthed a lot more lately, and people are ticking me off with it.

Irish Slaves.

Seriously, how does no one remember or talk about this? Like, ever??? Do people read?

This article has a ton of fantastic info – well worth the few minutes it would take to educate yourself a little more.

“The Irish slave trade began when James VI sold 30,000 Irish prisoners as slaves to the New World. His Proclamation of 1625 required Irish political prisoners be sent overseas and sold to English settlers in the West Indies.

By the mid 1600s, the Irish were the main slaves sold to Antigua and Montserrat. At that time, 70% of the total population of Montserrat were Irish slaves.

Ireland quickly became the biggest source of human livestock for English merchants. The majority of the early slaves to the New World were actually white.

During the 1650s, over 100,000 Irish children between the ages of 10 and 14 were taken from their parents and sold as slaves in the West Indies, Virginia and New England. In this decade, 52,000 Irish (mostly women and children) were sold to Barbados and Virginia.

Another 30,000 Irish men and women were also transported and sold to the highest bidder. In 1656, Cromwell ordered that 2000 Irish children be taken to Jamaica and sold as slaves to English settlers.

Many people today will avoid calling the Irish slaves what they truly were: Slaves. They’ll come up with terms like “Indentured Servants” to describe what occurred to the Irish. However, in most cases from the 17th and 18th centuries, Irish slaves were nothing more than human cattle.

As an example, the African slave trade was just beginning during this same period. It is well recorded that African slaves, not tainted with the stain of the hated Catholic theology and more expensive to purchase, were often treated far better than their Irish counterparts.

African slaves were very expensive during the late 1600s (£50 Sterling). Irish slaves came cheap (no more than £5 Sterling). If a planter whipped, branded or beat an Irish slave to death, it was never a crime.”

This is my argument when people start their slavery rants. African Americans were one of the kinds of slaves, yes, but not the only ones, and not the worst treated. Think about that – Irish slaves were treated worse than African American slaves.

Do we have our own month? No. College funds? No. Do people give a hoot if an Irish-man is elected president? Nope.

Kind of silly, this country cares so much about one set of people because they are loud and angry, but ignore another because they have accepted it and moved on, looking toward the future instead of the past. #lifelessons #notfair #hiddenhistory

I only shared a few passages – if this interests you, please, go read some more, and do your homework.

https://peoplestrusttoronto.wordpress.com/2014/12/27/irish-the-forgotten-white-slaves/

Why = Death of Creation

Why?  Such a simple question.  Three little words, seemingly harmless.

In reality, that little word has the potential to unravel a person completely.  Why?

A killer, masquerading as innocent curiosity.

People are naturally creative.  We are also naturally curious.  The irony is, curiosity can kill creativity.

When you ask “Why?” the search for the answer switches you into a new mindset.  Out of creativity and imagination, you switch to logic.  Even when you’re being creative, and asking “Why” with imagination, you’re automatically introducing logic into the idea/situation/area.

Answering “Why” means you need to know the path.  You’re searching for the way something happened, the way it works.  It adds in “How” almost automatically.  The two work simultaneously most of the time, overpowering anything floating in the creative realms.  They pull an idea from the clouds, anchoring it firmly to reality, caging the once free bird.

In our life, when something happens, we almost always react with “why” or “how” adding in the other easily.  We are taught to look at the “who” “what” “when” “where” and “why” in school, and most still apply it to life.

The problem with this is, logic kills.  When things make sense all the time, there is no room for spontaneity or creativity.  Life is creativity.  It is organized chaos.  When you have too much logic, life becomes simply order.  Dull.  Lifeless.  Stressful.  Dying.  Suffocating.

When you apply that to God, you see the clear reason many people fall, fail, and walk away.  They ask “why” far too often.  We search for knowledge now, no matter what.  We look for answers, for the reasons, for the logic.  We kill ourselves searching for “truth” when the only truth that means anything, is the fact the “why” rarely ever matters.  What is, is.  God.  He is, always has been, and always will be.  He knows the why, so why isn’t that good enough?

Why can’t I simply enjoy something He’s given me?  Why must I search for answers constantly?  Why must I pick it apart, suffocating it with the obsessive need for knowledge and desire for the answer to “why” in my own head.

Cuz that’s really it – my head needs to know why, even when my heart already knows it is.  It just is.  That’s it.

I appease my own head, by suffocating my heart; drowning it in logic and a growling need for knowledge and answers.

When I stop asking “why” my spirit soars.  My mind is able to be creative once again, released from the cage of logic.  I can fly.

Why has it’s place.  On the shelf, where it needs to stay.  Only used when absolutely necessary.  A dangerous tool, best left alone.  A necessary evil.

God is creative.  His logic is the only one that matters, and I don’t need to understand it, simply trust it.  I follow Him as a child follows his father.  He is my father, and I shouldn’t question Him so much, simply trust Him.

I knew this once.  I simply did what my heart told me, without constantly asking why.  If someone else asked me why, I’d simply shrug, and say “because I felt like I should” or something equally simple.  Life was simple.  Happy.  An endless expanse of creativity and joy.  I simply lived my life, grateful to have it, enjoying every second I spent marveling at God and His creation.  Because really, He is a creator.  Creative.

Seeking “knowledge” is folly, because I’ll never truly understand God.  He is unfathomable.  His knowledge is what actually matters, and my “logic” and “understanding” is as silly as holding a candle to the sun.  It may make me feel a little better in the moment, but it’s fleeting, small, and in the grand scheme of things, meaningless.  He is constant, unmovable, and magnificent.  Why bother working His creation out in my head?  He created us to enjoy life, not pick it apart and kill it with “why” and logic.

I don’t need to know the why.  Just what is.  Him.  That’s all that matters.

I’m putting a smile on my face, my questions in the trash, shelving the “why” and following my malnourished heart.  It’s time I take my life back from the greedy seed of Why.

Ready to move on, enjoy Him, and simply live.

Dancing Envy

So, I’m sick again, right?  Yeah.  Both my guys are working tonight, and I’m in bed.  Stuck between “too awake to sleep” and “feeling too crappy to walk” and/or “brain is mush, can’t think enough to work” keeping me in a state of blah.  The computer and I have spent a bit of time together today, wasting away the hours.

As I scroll through Facebook, bored and hoping for something to cheer my germ-filled body up, I come across this video:

Now, my first impression is to be impressed, obviously – wow!  They rock!  I’m overwhelmed by the smiles on their faces, and how much fun they’re having dancing together.

I start to think about how nice it would be to dance again; how much I miss it.  I remember how much energy I used to have, and how easy it was for me to do things like that.  To dance.  Move quickly and enthusiastically, using tons of energy and spreading joy.

I wonder if I’ll ever get there again.  I think about the soft layer of skin now resting over my relaxed, sick muscles.  Even when I’m healthy, I’m no where near the shape I used to be in.  I give in for a moment, to the self-loathing part of me, silently cursing my body and the things I dislike about it.

Then I merge into longing – the deep seeded desire to be able to use my body like that again.  To be fit; healthy; feeling good.

I think “Maybe it’s just that times have changed.”  Bah!  Times haven’t changed.  I’ve changed.  Or rather, my abilities have changed.

I hope I’ll get my body back soon.  I hope I’ll be able to move like that some day – smile like that some day.

I hope I’m not a coward.  Plenty of people have it worse than me, and somehow find the strength to do all sorts of great things.  Why can’t I?  What’s my excuse?  Why does my pain stop me, when my desire is so strong, and so deep, it brings me to tears.

My healing requires patience.  I’ve never been very good at patience.  We’ve had a very tense relationship over the years.  I’m looking forward to the day when I’m back in control, and not forced to submit to patience and waiting.

Til then, I’ll watch videos of people doing extraordinary things, pulled between awe and envy.