Carnivorous ways
May I present to you… ((drumroll, please))… slimeball no. 6,283,937. 
Monogamous, synonymous, monotonous. RIDICULOUS.
Sex Rehab. Really? This rehab shit is really getting old. The refuge of the politically incorrect. How ’bout scumbag rehab? Is it possible to rehabilitate a scumbag? And if he needs to be in a sex rehab, then so do all the other little skanks of his that continue to surface – because they are the other 50% of the problem.
Fan support for the slimeball? Please spare me. Keep in mind that this person does NOT represent Harleys, or biking in general for that matter. So what that you’ve got biking in common?! Go out and get yourselves a real role model – hey, here’s a clue: maybe someone that has morals? Tell ya what I’m a big fan of – every dog has it’s day. And today, dog, just ain’t yours…
This doesn’t even deserve a spot on my blog, add in the fact I’ve already written about it. So, now that I’ve had another rant I’ll move on to bigger and better things! How about those iPads? Talk about bigger and better. God I want one so bad my mouth is watering. You can actually get a nicely equipped one for about the same cost as a laptop now. Unfortunately, the money isn’t there, and probably won’t be for a while. But if it was….
…I’d have one sitting pretty in my hands by 10:00am this Saturday, which is approximately one hour after it makes it’s official debut at the Apple store. Hey, I can dream can’t I?
A brand new month, wow! As loseusual, I don’t know where the last month went. One thing I do know – I don’t want to be saying that about the summer in a several months. I want this summer to last forever.
So now onto the subject of my blog today. What? You thought it was about Jesse? Nah – truth is, I love meat. I mean, I literally crave it. I could so never be a vegetarian. Besides, those little vegans running around out there look so unhealthy. And unhappy. A big fat steak, roasted chicken or hamburger is all it takes to (temporarily) make ole’ Bon a happy girl. Okay I just had to get that out.
What has been deterring my carnivorously happy ways lately is all the recent news we’re hearing of the manner that many of these animals are raised and slaughtered. I honestly can’t watch shows on the subject. I’ve started buying the organic meats (all-natural, no growth inducers, farm-raised, grain-fed, etc.) whenever possible. It is a little more expensive, but they say if half the population would do that it would force these mass producers to implement stricter measures for raising their livestock.
Last but certainly not least – today is my Daddy’s birthday! Here’s a man who was fortunate enough to have been assigned a birthday on April Fool’s. 😆 He’s always taken the jokes about it rather well and has definitely enjoyed pulling his share of pranks on his birthday. Anyway, I love and respect him very much. Happy Birthday to you, Daddy!
Head thoughts
What are these guys thinking. Just WTF ARE THEY THINKING. Yes, I am absolutely on a tirade. This is another truly unavoidable rant for me so I’ll go ahead and say click off now if bad language offends you.
Will there ever come a time when these men stop thinking with their penises. Note I used the word these men – meaning I am not referencing all men.
Sandra B appears to be the freshest victim of infidelity within a marriage. Here’s a very independent woman who previously stated on many occasions she’d never marry – and didn’t until she was 40. A strong female – she’s also credited for being funny, kind, and down to earth. All this is quite refreshing and rare for a Hollywood star. Because of these qualities, along with that beautiful smile and contagious laugh of hers, most of America has fallen in love with her. Oh did I mention she’s gorgeous? There’s your bonus.
So while she’s busy working to earn an Oscar on the other side of the continent, her husband Jesse aka scuz is busy porking a tatted-up biker porn skank.
Geez, why the name-calling, Bon?
Because I can. Now before anyone gets their panties in a wad, NO – I don’t have anything against tattoos. I don’t have anything against bikers, either. I do however have something against a homewrecker aka skank. Have any one of you seen pictures of this ‘woman’?? If not, please google, and feel free to let me know if the logic of my slang name-calling is not founded. Pretty damn simple! A tatted-up biker porn skank. I don’t buy her little story that she believed “He told me he was no longer with her, that they weren’t even living together”. C’mon – a REAL woman knows there comes a time in your life where you have to put your big girl panties on and check up on these guys. ‘Cause guess what? They lie.
Although realistically speaking, does this one even deserve a slot in the lie category? Sandra was filming in Georgia… and staying on site there while filming. So the “I’m no longer with her, we aren’t even living together” was a great workaround. He’s a sly one, that scuz is. See, the scuz knew the skank would buy into what he told her in a way that benefitted him. And, in the long run, her too. Because if she wasn’t rich before, she’s gonna be now.
Homewrecker. My personal opinion is that she sought him out, admittedly having sent him pictures in hopes of getting a modeling job there at that infamous West Coast bike company of his. I’ve had to deal with one such skank in my own personal life, for which I credit my ability at being able to spot one now.
So. Say she did seek him out. He bit. Trust me, I’m not blaming the skank any more than the scuz. To me, they’re both equally at fault – at the most hurtful and devious act one can commit against their partner in a marriage. Which is why they’re a scuz and a skank.
All the money in the world can’t buy happiness for ‘these men’. For them, true happ-penis apparently comes from having the best of both worlds, or hell maybe three or four worlds. This means having a good woman at home as well as a side-serving of one or more tramps. Is it some sort of power thing with these men? Seriously, I wish someone would explain it to me. Because I still don’t understand the risks they take, the lies they must tell to accommodate the risks, and the good women they end up destroying with their selfish acts. I guess I’ll never understand it.
Bon, why do you care? It’s Hollywood stars, you don’t know them! Why do you concern yourself?
If you’ve ever been on the receiving end of the infidelity stick in your marriage, male or female – you’ll empathize with others that endure the same. Celebrities are much more widely publicized, and if you’re a fan it makes it all the more personal to you. My opinions written here are just that, my own opinions – just like the time I wrote of my empathy for Elin on Tiger’s many indiscretions.
Unless something monumental breaks on the recent woes of these two, my opinion’s not gonna change. All I’ve got to say is, JJ my man – you just gave up the best thing you’ll EVER have. If it wasn’t apparent before, it is now – you never deserved a woman like that in the first place.
Remember When…
The song always gets to me. I think it does most people – well okay, maybe females are a little more susceptible. Guess it’s because whatever point it takes us back to was a time where we were blissful and happy – a particular time in our past that is no longer around. Remember the past?
Click here to play it in the background.
Where does the song take you? C’mon, I know you’ve heard it before. To what realm in your life do you find yourself being transported back to whenever you hear it? Childhood? A past love? Your children?
For me, it’s all of the above.
My childhood. The friends I had… the good times and memories of when everything was so much larger than me – and seemingly magical. My family played a very big part in my life. It was always made clear to me how much I was loved, and wanted.
Past love? Well, I can only speak of one… the one of my past life, my 20-year marriage. Things were so good for the first half, or more, which I think he’d agree. After so much had happened, time revealed that there was no possibility of mending the extensive amount of damage. Irreparable. Be ever-mindful of your words and your actions, my friends – for the old saying is true. You can NOT take these back.
My child. The biggest blessing of my life. I look back to see I that took for granted the devine granting of a child. I admit it. That sweet voice, I can still hear it. The pitter-patter of those little feet. The wonderful week-long vacations that we were able to take when she was younger, much thanks to my Mom and StepDad. Those loving hugs, a sweet-smelling angel holding on tight… never being the first to pull away. She’s an adult now, getting ready to graduate college in 2 months. I’m left with only memories of those young years. The most precious memories.
Most of all, it reminds me of how much of my life has gone by now – and how I’m starting over at this late age. Okay, maybe it’s not that late in life yet, but enough so that over half of it has already been lived. Somehow it all seems very surreal, even now. Funny how things in life change and evolve over time, without you realizing how significant the end result will be. And I realize now that sometimes, looking back is a part of life.
Remember when?
Guilty
Have you ever thought about the saying ‘guilt by association’? For some unknown reason, I woke up thinking about it this morning. It’s a subject that can run so deep that it actually ruined my last hour of sleep. Because, of course, my ever-wandering mind decided to take it on a bon-trip. **Said while doing a James Gandolfini eye-roll**
Guilt by association. Here’s one term in life that’s very simple – it means just what it says. Lays it right on out there. If you associate or align yourself with someone who is guilty, it makes you guilty as well. Say I give you two very good examples. I consider the first one external, inflicted on you by an outside source, with little to no control on your part – and the second internal, something you as an individual decide to do or participate in.
Once upon a time there was a successful business owner. He had a wonderful family, many friends and the respect of his employees. Along comes a snake of a man that he allows to infiltrate his company. Said snake secures his self a comfortable position in the business, and begins annihilating the business owner’s employees of long tenure with his dirty tongue and slithering acts. The workers were hurt the business owner not only allowed this to happen but to continue, and eventually the entire crew was forced to seek employment elsewhere. The business owner lost the respect of these employees. Guilt by association, or alignment.
Once upon a time a lady fell in love with a man. It was a whirlwind romance, and all happened within a short period of time. It was made apparent to her almost from the very beginning that the man was an atheist. The lady was a Christian, and the fact that she was with someone who rebuked the Lord bothered her considerably. She was in love though – so she consistently made excuses and thought one day, someday… he’ll come to know and accept the Truth. One day the truth came out all right, but not the kind of truth she’d hoped for. This truth had a very ugly head, beastlike even – the relationship ended there. In retrospect, to this day the lady bashes herself for ever allowing herself to be with someone who denounced the Word of God. Guilt by association, or alignment.
Sometimes it’s hard in life to disassociate ourselves with a person we know we should not be aligned with. It can be very difficult to just say no. Oftentimes mistakes have to be made to learn to do ‘the right thing’ – I’ve certainly made my share of those mistakes.
Align yourself with good people, always try to do the right thing, and help others whenever possible. Not only will it make you feel good and draw you closer to God, but you’ll be avoiding the old guilt by association thing.
Needful things
You really can’t get any two more different ramblings than those which I have right now. This is me, though. A smorgasbord of thoughts running rampant through an already overactive mind that’s currently working overtime. So I have to unload sometimes, and this blog is my dumpsite. This is my life.
The Life of Bon.
Oh, they’ve finally labeled it. It’s taken this long. (Initial thoughts on Ft. Hood.). The Ft. Hood attacks are now officially being termed as “an act of radical Islamic Muslim Terrorism”. Geez, why couldn’t they have labeled it as such when the details of the attack first surfaced? In my humble opinion we have a buffoon as the Homeland Security Secretary, Ms. Janet “The System Worked” Napolitano. America is slippery at best with her holding this position. I trust her about as far as I can throw her since she’s already been proven a liar. Oh, she needn’t feel alone in her position… I believe her to be just one of many buffoons within the current administration.
When the hell are the higher-ups of this country going to stop worrying about offending the people of Islam by using the term radical Islamic Muslim terrorists? Radical. Islamic. Muslim. Terrorism. Say the damn words! And often. Because it’s alive and well.
On a much different note, I was recently sent a survey via email correspondence that ended up telling you some of the qualities that your perfect mate would possess. Laughable, I know, because those little survey things are never really accurate anyway. But, it got me thinking, what are we really looking for in life from a partner? And is it actually possible to find your soulmate?
Oh yeah… I must go there. So off I go.
- True sincerity.
- He will be honest and forthright.
- He will have high goals set for the future, and consistently work hard to achieve them.
- He will possess confidence in his self without being haughty or boastful.
- He shows kindness and consideration to wait staff, clerks and the general public who services him.
- Noticing a stranger in a tight spot, he will stop to help them.
- He’ll keep his manners about him even when he thinks no one is watching.
- He knows what he wants in life and how to get it – furthermore, gets it.
- He will have a patience level beyond that of anyone I’ve ever known.
- He will have class, and strong moral values.
- He will be a non-smoker. (Only because I have to stay quit myself.)
- He will love his children unmercifully.
- He will provide a strong sense of stability, and is reliable.
- He will have impeccable hygiene.
- He’ll enjoy taking that occasional trip or vacation.
- He will be tall.
- Loves to laugh and cut up, but also knows when to be serious.
- He will do his best to protect me at any cost.
- He’ll be a hard worker in whatever profession he has.
- He will be able to calm me when I am in disarray.
- He will believe the Bible is the Truth, and love and trust our Lord.
- He’ll respect my southern belle beliefs.
- He will never show even the slightest hint of violent behavior.
- He will love animals.
- He will have me on his mind 24/7, and I’ll know this only because he tells me so.
And I will never, even once, doubt his love for me.
Sound like a lot to be looking for? I say, nah. These are the essential traits I’m in search of. As well, I would expect everyone has that mental list of necessary traits they’re seeking in a lifetime partner. Realizing that no one is ever going to find that exact match, neither do I believe we have to settle. The truth is, we are all sinners saved by Grace – so there’s not a perfect one of us out there. But there are certain key elements we must insist on in order to maintain a long and successful relationship. These just happen to be mine…
Rejuvenated
What an awesome weekend, though it went by too fast. Doesn’t it always? I woke up this morning thinking I had another day left, and I do hate when that happens.
My eyes are bothering me bad, almost to the scary part. My vision is blurred to the point I have to get right up on something in order to read it… all this has come about very quickly, like within the past year. Or less. I simply MUST have them checked soon, especially with the issues that have recently come to light with my own Father’s eye problems.
I’d love to have yesterday as a do-over. It was the most perfect weather… in the sixties and sunny. Before going over to visit his family, we washed the cars – and by God they looked good when we were done. The neighbors must’ve thought we’d never washed a car before because I was out there taking pictures when we were finished. Of course, it rains this morning. That’s the way it always goes, but it’s all good. We enjoyed doing it, and even got some much-needed vitamin D from the good ole’ sun shining down on us.
So – once again, I have a Bon-amazement story. My guy treated my windows with this stuff called Rain-X. Now I’d heard about this stuff before, and I know Auto-Bell uses something similar when you take your car there. He told me that I wouldn’t even have to use windshield wipers in the rain if I didn’t want to. Now I admit, I had a little trouble believing that – but I found out he was right this morning. My gosh, that stuff is incredible! I tested it out at 55 mph in heavy rain, no wipers! He’s right, they weren’t needed. So nice!! **Insert Rain-X spokesperson here** In fact, I’ve never seen quite so well in a heavy downpour. I find it simply amazing. Guess you can tell it doesn’t take much to impress me.
The lake was especially beautiful this morning. Under the gray sky, it took on a dark bluish-gray hue, with light mist topping it. It was all I could do to keep my eyes off it, that mystical look about it. I sometimes oftentimes wish there was a place to pull over and just gaze at it for a few minutes… the tranquility and peace it brings me is indescribable.
Seems like things always come back around full-circle. I still get a bit nostalgic and emotional at times, even when I seem to be convinced I’m long past that. All of you people who have loved one person for a long time, had your heart crushed , and then found love again – realize how lucky you are. Constantly remind yourself of it, if you must. Realize how awesome it is to have someone finally love you the way you deserve to be loved, the kind of love that’s gentle, warm, heartfelt, full of compassion. Some people don’t get those second chances. I’m reminded of how fortunate I am, how lucky I feel, whenever I hear the song Broken Road. (click here for song/video).
I set out on a narrow way, many years ago
Hoping I would find true love, along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn’t see how every sign pointed straight to you…
Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true…
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
Yes He did
I think about the years I spent, just passing through
I’d like to have the time I lost, and give it back to you
But you just smile and take my hand
You’ve been there, you understand
It’s all part of a grander plan that is coming true
Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
But now I’m just rolling home into my lover’s arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
Shaken, not stirred
I woke up this morning to news of a 4.3 earthquake to the immediate west of our own very own city of Chicago, IL. Wow, that really hits home. Pardon the pun.
There’s not much being said about it on the news, which surprises me. It scares the crap out of me after what just happened in Haiti. The reports indicate it was ‘widely felt’ even though it happened in the middle of the night. From where the quake was positioned it was reportedly felt across three states: Illinois, Indiana and Wisconsin. Wow.
I don’t know why but this starts me thinking about patterns. Kind of like earthquakes seem to follow a pattern, so do the lives of certain people follow a pattern. More often than not, these are patterns that need to be broken. Be that as it may, if you find yourself repeating the same patterns, like finding yourself in the same situations time and time again – it’s definitely time to take another look at yourself.
From personal experience, I usually won’t even recognize the pattern until I see myself making excuses for it. I’m not proud of the patterns I’ve followed in the past, but there’s this one I seem to fall into over and over again. Even recently, when I’m asked by close friends or family about this particular pattern, I end up trying to cover it up or sugarcoat it. I try to explain my way out of the pattern. I do my best to disguise the fact that there’s no attempt being made by the other person to help their self. I’ve even lied to people about it, I admit it. These lies are easier for me to tell rather than face the truth. But remember, I’ve done it all before – that’s what makes it a pattern. I should be a real Pro at it by now.
Why is this, and where is the logic? When I know, deep down inside I know, that it is what it is….
Which is another pattern that I’ve fallen into.
One month closer
The grammy awards were on last night and boy does that show get better every year. Guess they have to keep bringing it bigger and better, everything’s so competitive now. I love music. It is a part of my soul, period, and always will be.
So we’re one month closer to Spring….
February 1st. Today marks 6 months of being together for my guy and me. Of us. Wow, doesn’t seem like it’s been that long. When we started seeing each other, it was still summer. Those days were spent in tank tops, flip flops and swimsuits. Hot days, and warm sweet evenings.
I remember something about him just felt right even in the beginning. Having had jumped in and out of a couple of relationships earlier in the year, of course I was skeptical. I had to be skeptical, for my own good. And, so did he.
Along the way, we’ve helped one another heal, in a sense. Even though a certain length of time had passed from the separation of our spouses, there were still those rough patches. To possess the ability to listen to each other is a big thing. That’s only one thing I love most about him. We can sit and have a conversation for hours, and never lack for a subject. This man is also as honest as the day is long.
We’ve seen a lot of pretty places in our time together. Cherokee, Blowing Rock, several mountain trips really. To the beach to bring in the New Year, which was a first for me. It was awesome to finally bring in the New Year again with someone you love, and throwing the beach in there made it even more special. Our trips have definitely been a lot of fun, and you also learn a lot about a person when you take trips with them. 🙂
We take things one day at a time. And practice what the song says, “Love Like Crazy”.
I am grateful for the man I’ve found. Rather, I like to think we found each other….
Nada Subject
The possibility of winter precipitation exists for this Friday. Ha! I guess we’ll see. The weathermen are SO flying under the radar, which is usually the time we get slammed with a winter storm. I’ve gotta say, I wouldn’t mind it… especially because of the time frame, late Friday into Saturday. No missing any work! So my current plans for Friday are 1) grab my guy, 2) rent a couple movies and 3) lock ourselves indoors all weekend. Oh, and gotta make sure I’m stoked stocked on hot chocolate. 😛
I know this is totally off the subject (what subject?), but we were discussing at work how it really took no effort at all to accommodate the year change – both in writing and/or typing it. Why is this? Why does it take half the year to remember to write 2009 instead of 2008, yet you can go to a 2-digit year change with no problem? So I’ve been taking polls on this. The few people I’ve asked have had the same result…. made a successful switch to 2010 with no whiteout or backspace key needed! Wish I knew the reason for this.
Slowly, methodically, the clouds are rolling in…
Last night’s dinner with Mom went so well, and we enjoyed the time spent together. Good fellowship, good food, and as always lots of laughs. Little Camille was on cloud nine having everyone there making over her – she walked around looking lost after everyone left.
This may come as a big surprise, but I’m not even gonna comment on the Union speech last night. Yes, I did watch it, in it’s entirety. More empty promises, more of the thumb directed over his shoulder to indicate the administration prior to his that left the pile of shit for him to deal with, more of the worst is now over shpill, and why don’t we export more shit to create more jobs, shit that won’t sell anyway because American shit’s too expensive, yada yada. I will say…. Pelosi just needs to sit her ass down.
Well okay, I guess I did just comment on it.
So Elizabeth Edwards is finally leaving her lying cheating sleeze bag of a husband. Sad thing is, still suffering with terminal cancer, she can’t have that much time left. I pray that God gives her strength to get through what will likely be the hardest decision she’s ever made. I have great empathy for this woman, and the horrible embarrassment and shame she’s endured. As well, I feel for the innocent children that are involved.
Speaking of – funny, I read yesterday that 27 Jan was also the date that Hillary Clinton blamed Bill’s sexual indiscretions on “a vast right-wing conspiracy”. It’s true… it’s even made it’s way into her ‘memoir’. Profanity sits impatiently on the tip of my tongue right now, and works diligently to pry open my lips so that it may escape. Ladies, when are you going to stop blaming others for your husband’s indiscretions?? Okay – same goes for you guys if the roles are reversed!! This is NOT an act that you have to put up with or endure!! Even the Good Book, our Holy Bible, instructs us that marriage is indeed separable by two things: death AND ADULTRY!! Have we been conditioned to believe that it’s either warranted or expected of us to put up with such a damaging and intimate abuse of trust in a marriage? I don’t get it. I just don’t get it.
On a brighter note, it is one beautiful sunrise out there this morning….
Outside the window at work
Authenticity
What does it take to be at the point in your life of finding someone real and genuine? After talking with a friend about this last night, I’ve done some more thinking on the subject. Dangerous, I know. 🙂
I honestly think some people never reach this point, and that is very unfortunate. Oftentimes in the younger years, people concern themselves with qualities in a mate that carry little significance. How much wealth they may have, whether or not they are of ‘trophy’ status, etc. I’m not saying these things shouldn’t matter at all – it just shouldn’t lead the search. Way too often you give up the true and sincere qualities of a person for these things.
If you do reach the point of seeking the real and genuine person, it’s usually in the later years of your life, and could come from being in a very hurtful or damaging relationship that’s ‘shed light’ on these very qualities that really matter in a relationship. Being real and genuine covers a big ground. Honesty, integrity, loyalty… lends the ability to love, totally and completely. In searching for the ‘right thing’, it also makes you a better person.
Infidelity in relationships
Where to start. I’ll say first that this isn’t going to be one of those life-coaching type blogs. I’m no expert on any subject, especially this one. Once in a while though, I do feel the need to touch on the topic – being how it’s affected the lives of some loved ones as well as my own.
I always revert back to one simple word, or question. WHY.
Why do it? Is it really that irresistible of an urge to step outside of your relationship and have sex with another person? I cannot fathom having caused that type of pain to my former spouse of so many years. It’s just something that never entered my head. Does that make me a ‘good person’? NO. I don’t want a ‘pat on the back’ for keeping my promise of monogamy in my marriage.
Infidelity inflicts pain on your partner that can last a lifetime. Whether you choose to work through it and perhaps save your relationship, or to eventually move on – the initial impact will lessen with time, but the scars will remain forever.
I found a very good website that I’d like to share, the link is below. Out of any site I’ve ever found dedicated to the subject, this one is very informative in so many areas.
Danger ahead, matey…
I don’t understand life sometimes. Although I’m well aware that all of us are different, I simply fail to understand people’s rational on some decisions they make. Or, failure to make decisions.
I was advised a long long time ago ‘you’d better look out for yourself, because no one else is gonna do it’. That old saying is true in most cases. I say in most cases because, well, if you have someone in your life who really loves and cares for you deeply, THEY WILL look out for you. That’s how it’s supposed to work, anyway.
At times I feel the entire world is going nuts. Or, maybe it’s me that’s going nuts and everyone else is just sitting back watching the show. In any case – you cannot live other’s lives for them, nor can you interfere. Where’s the fine line between giving good advice and interfering? Who knows, and there again, everyone’s perception on this is different.
When it comes to a loved one, if you saw something disastrous lurking in the background, would you confront them with it? Warn them, try to give advice? If you were on the receiving end, would you as the loved one being warned actually heed the advice? Or perhaps take offense to it, perhaps thinking this person doesn’t believe you’re intelligent enough to handle your own problems – a problem that hasn’t even arisen yet anyway?
When you care a great deal for someone, the choice can be tough to warn of an inevitable danger that lies ahead or keep your mouth shut. If not prepared, when the inevitable does happen – your loved one usually ends up being caught in a tight spot with either time, money, or a combination of things NOT being on their side.
I’ve definitely had to learn the hard way myself on this. I’m sorry to say, even in recent times, that it’s taken me way longer than it should have to open my ears and listen, I mean really pay attention. I’ve had to take a crash course. My Mother and my Daughter have taught me more this past year than I could ever begin to write here. I have a Mother who is wise beyond her years and a Daughter who’s maturity for her age is amazing. Even having said this, do you know how hard it can be to take advice from your Mother and your Daughter? No offense to either of them, I love them both more than life itself. Once I started really listening, it became evident to them. It created a bond of mutual respect, and perhaps in turn, lent slightly more credibility to my own advice to them.
Bottom line, you don’t have to heed advice, any or all of it. But if the loved one that’s giving you the advice is reputable enough that you trust them, at least listen to them, instead of arguing your point from the very beginning. With your open ears, and open heart… just listen – and they will know you are listening.
But if, with your closed mind, you rebuke the person enough times – your message will have been delivered. Which is, what they have to say just isn’t worth listening to. The kind of damage this causes can be irreparable.
Long hand, short hand
As I sit here staring at a blank page, I wonder how I can have so much bottled up in me that I’d like to say but run into these blocks. Blockages, I like to call them – it just sounds funny. My life has pretty much always been an open book, and blogging does release some of the built-up tension that daily life tends to generate.
Me Time. Everyone needs it. Heck it’s mandatory in life just to maintain one’s sanity. Some people have too much, while some poor souls don’t have enough. Is there ever an instance where a person has the ‘perfect amount’?
Regroup Time. Another must-have. A branch-off of the Me Time, if you will. Just how much time is needed for Regroup Time? This surely will differ with each individual. At this point, I’m thinking my own requirements run really low on this one.
Wait Time. The amount of time allotted to yourself for another person’s Regroup Time. Once again, this differs from person to person. It could span a day, several days, a week or more. My experience would be the longer the span, the greater the possibility that a problem exists.
I’ve got plenty of Me Time. No complaints about my Regroup Time, either. These days though, I seem to be overflowing with Wait Time. I’m not sure why, really. I think it may be time to step back and re-evaluate what I should be looking for and if I may be taking things too seriously myself. With the winter months coming up I’m preparing to retreat back into my shell anyway, so I’ll have plenty of time to reach into the ole’ inner core.
Internet Cheating
Oh yes I am going to go there with this.
Harmless or dangerous – or does it all depend on the circumstances? Hmm, you say… are we talking friendships, flirting, or actual cheating? And how do I define cheating? A relationship treachery. A betrayal in your partner’s trust; failure to be honest. Whether it be either your husband/wife or your significant other, i.e. boyfriend or girlfriend. Although to some it may seem innocent, internet cheating can be very damaging to a relationship.
We all know the exact definition of cheating has always been up for debate. Must it always result in a physical relationship, or could it also be defined as emotional? The internet provides endless possibilities in this area – chat rooms, social networking sites, dating services, craigslist, and the list goes on. I know I know, these days you can walk into a public bathroom, and well – that’s kind of how the internet works.
If you know what you’re doing, you can still launch yourself into cyberspace and do a pretty fair job at maintaining your anonymity. Which leads to my original question – harmless or dangerous? And why is it so tempting, sometimes irresistible, to pursue a romantic relationship over the internet – if you are already in a relationship?
Generally, the results of an online exchange between two interested parties will NOT be without sexual banter. Just take a look at some of the social networking apps on myspace (ie, the drinking games). Most groups of ‘app buddies’ are provocatively-named females imploring you to chat. This can result anywhere from the exchange of pics/phone numbers all the way down to meeting in person. (Social networking people, you might be surprised at what shows up in the new feeds about you.)
I’m not saying that all internet relationships are bad. I know that it’s natural for people to want to ‘connect’ with other people in some way shape or form. Flirting has always been a confidence booster – and something many of us do regularly without even recognizing it. I guess the key is knowing when to draw the line, provided you have the strength to do so and are able.
My personal opinion is that it’s just not worth the risk of hurting your loved one – period. But, that’s just me.
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