Don’t hate me because…….

What’s wrong with being “special”?

Somehow, society continues to dwell on those who are deemed “different”,  people who are not part of the twisted perception of what many feel is “normal”.  This delusion creates a sick need to lash out, using excessive torment and ridicule,  in an effort to control or even eliminate that which makes too many of us…….uncomfortable.

We would like to believe that each of us is special, in our own way; nothing wrong with that.  That attitude fails to prevail where others are concerned; people with special mental or physical needs or who have different political, religious or racial backgrounds.  This is where the endless debates begin.

The news, of late, has focused on the tragedy of a promising young male college student who committed suicide after he was exposed for being gay.  Unfortunately, stories such as this are the focus of media attention week after week with one more recently taking place in New York City that involved a militant street gang’s horrific abuse of young men they “thought” were homosexuals.

It’s elementary, and of no surprise, that the seeds of such intense hatred have been implanted in the minds of people for centuries.  Civilization has made great progress in many ways but still manages to remain in the dark ages where coping skills are concerned.

Some believe that those who are grouped into categories should not receive special treatment; I disagree.  Most who were born handicapped, or gay, fight for their survival while others stand back and hurl obscene labels in their direction as if they were criminals.  All special people share a quest to live an average life and should not have to deal with copious amount of human ignorance that results in unspeakable situations.

Coping skills?  Direct that effort at all the supposed “normal” people who bully and persecute those who don’t fit their bill of what a human should look or act like…..or who they should fall in love with.  Stop the hate of others because they do not conform to your limited perceptions of normal human behaviors. 

Don’t hate because…..it’s the accepted thing to do; tolerate and support the truly special people out there.

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Just sayin’…..

Expressions…we all have our favorites and some are downright annoying after people hear them a zillion times.

Growing up, if I even thought about repeating comments other kids made, much less say them in the presence of my parents or grandmother (who lived with us), the consequences were….unpleasant.  Still, when safely out of their eyesight and away from their uncanny hearing abilities, there were no holds barred on what came out of my mouth.  I was a rebel, saying “damn” in the playground of the parochial school I attended but the guilt of my wicked ways would always send me to the Confessional every Saturday afternoon out of the fear of burning in hell.

The 60’s rolled in along with “groovy” in front of everything; food, clothes, boys, cars…you name it and, if The Mindbenders weren’t on the radio reminding you about love being groovy, Simon and Garfunkel were singing the “The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin’ Groovy)”. There was no escape until the 80’s hit and groovy bit the dust only to be taken over by……”funky”.  This word, a slang term for a bad odor,  had actually been around for more than twenty years in the music industry but not considered polite terminology until some time later.

I, for one, become nauseated whenever I hear….”bling”.  Anyone ever having the misfortune to catch just one episode of “Bridezillas” can attest to the fact that most of the classless, foul-mouthed women who shouldn’t be allowed to marry (much less procreate but most already have their children IN their wedding party) are featured on this program.  The only time every word out of their trashy mouths isn’t a cuss-word is when they’re spewing “bling” all over the place.

      
I gotcha “bling“….right here!!

I’m sharing a great website where you can peruse to your hearts content through a compilation of American Slang; it’s set up for easy browsing.

                                                http://www.alphadictionary.com/slang/

A few samples of what you will find…….

Fab! …….(Today, it’s “Fabulous”…my oldest daughter beats this one to death)

Gag me with a spoooooooon!…..( This became a household phrase after Moon Unit Zappa’s “Valley Girl” song)

Gnarly! 

Take a Powder!

Skank!…..(I happen to like this one and still use it often)

Whatever your word, or chosen phrase, is….just remember that saying it repeatedly will ultimately annoy someone like me.  Worse yet, you might incur the wrath of a fellow blogging-friend who writes the most incredible posts; ticking her off is worse than spitting into the wind!

Just sayin’…..

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Too Little Time….

Where has the time gone?



Somehow, during the last 45 years together, my husband and I have managed to raise three children, build a home and struggle through life’s inevitable “ups & downs” with the “downs” still leading.  There’s still a faint glimmer of hope that things will improve but there are days when it’s difficult to find any light at the end of that long, winding tunnel.

“Too Little Time”….our wedding song, the love theme from “The Glenn Miller Story”…I was raised on all that Big Band music.  Actually, it was mandated by my father who didn’t allow me to listen to the Doo Wop of the 50’s or any Rock n’Roll that followed.

Or so he thought…

I played his record game while he was around but when he wasn’t, I listened to the few 45’s that I had hidden away like “My Prayer” by the Platters or “Angel Face” by The Neons.  That one ended up getting broken into shards when I got caught “playing my crappy music” one afternoon.  After that it was back to Artie Shaw, Jimmy Dorsey and whatever else the parental leadership allowed.

Have to admit that I did become fond of Glenn Miller’s music, especially after being dragged to see the 1954 movie made about him; that lovely tune, by Henry Mancini, always stayed in my mind.

Back in 1970, the wedding song of almost every-one’s choice was “We’ve Only Just Begun” by The Carpenters; it was played to death at wedding after wedding but not at ours.  Somehow, I managed to get a copy of sheet music for “Too Little Time” and it became our song for October 4, 1970 at our small, but elegant wedding reception.

 

It’s been an interesting ride with two Virgos at the wheel, both being backseat drivers to everything the other one does, but… we’ve managed to survive regardless of  family, and other, turmoil.  Our biggest gifts in life, aside from our kids,  have been our incredible, beautiful, genius grandchildren; there is no better reward that God can bestow on any human being.  They are what makes the endless bumps in life’s road almost non-existent.

Would we do it all again?  Hard to say.  Maybe…John and I would,  if given another chance and the opportunity to do many things differently.  Hopefully, if we manage to survive this dreadful economy and make it through another five years, we might have a 50th Anniversary bash or, like today, just let it pass and be somewhat thankful that we made it this far…. while we both scramble to hold onto time as it speeds past us with a vengeance all its own.

 

   Happy Anniversary to us!

                                                                                                                                                                                                     

                                                                  

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