You know when you’re looking through a windshield and you’ve just ran out of spit (aka washer fluid) and you go to use the wipers and there’s this film left right in your line of sight? It’s maddening right? It’s frustrating and annoying as all get out. Well the same goes for people and the filth left behind because they can’t seem to figure out what it means to be genuine, honest, truthful, and real. Their so full of crap that all they see is crap. They smear crap everywhere and they finger paint in it justifying their actions as art!
OK OK that was me venting having a Vanessa fit…..but seriously:
Just say NO.
So simple. So refreshing. So much more honest, genuine, truthful and real.
People these days somehow have forgotten to say no. They are afraid to hurt “feelings” but heaven forbid we make a stand and actually account for something let alone ourselves. The line in the sand has been washed away and raked over with political correctiveness and niceties because it’s viewed as offensive and might make someone feel “left out.” We can’t fail anymore. There’s no grading system upon which to fail. Well here’s my thought on that concept….. WHAT A CROCK OF CRAP!!!! – Seen as it’s already been thrown on the table!
I can remember the day I realized that saying no was like a super power. It took time and practice and I’m still working on it but when I do it gives Vanessa her wings and set her free. Saying NO was like that deep breath of fresh air and exhaling a lifetime of hurt and denial along with it. Saying NO was powerful. Saying NO was the best gift I gave myself and to others in a long time.
We as humans have become masters of deception and lords of lies. We bath in our purposeful denial and then use it as an excuse to justify the masses. It rips us apart and leaves a gaping wound to fester in the crap of which we swim in. So what do we do? We don’t actually deal with anything because remember that means work and accountability, so we mask.
Each time we do, our soul weakens and a piece of us dies a little with it everyday until one day we have nothing left to live for. Our being is so infested one of two things must happen:
- We numb some more but this time we get creative and the artistic impression really touches the ones we love. The women or men left in our bed are used as a momentary band aids because the alcohol and drugs no longer has that effect. We justify it with more words iced with crap because to make a stand would mean admitting that “I” have a problem. We do this over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again until one day ……..we do something different.OR
WE HIT ROCK BOTTOM.
- We are brought to our knees, either in humility or in physical death. Either way, we deal. I’ve been there and I’ll be there again as this is the lesson we call life. You’ve been there, and if you haven’t you will, eventually. I pray it happens sooner rather than later because life is so much more rewarding when you know where to draw the line and say NO. Why is it that we feel we must use up every last piece of our being before we wipe the crap and slowly learn to walk through life again with newsight? We do this because at some point we learn we can not go it alone. At some point we reach out.
Until then…. finger paint elsewhere please.