I do have a confession though. Sickeningly sweet displays of affection between significant others disgust me. When I see PDA, I want to barf. When couples baby talk to each other in my presence, I want to bonk their heads together and say, "Yo! You're thirty-something-years-old for crying out loud, knock it off!"
Now, I realize I'm a hypocrite. I throw sickeningly sweet displays of my love for my husband at you all the time. In other words, feel free to give me, as Liz Lemon from 30 Rock says, "an exaggerated eye roll".
|Sickeningly sweet, or seriously scary? You decide.|
Blogging, or even let's just say the social media world period, has given people a power that they have abused. We speak like we know everything, when really half of the content out there is plagiarized imitations which seek desperately to wow peoples' news feeds with yet another post that states something opposite the usual like, "Why I Don't Love My Children" but really in the end has a moral (or not in some cases).*
*Note: I don't have children, so don't get any ideas.
But we really know nothing. We over glorify our opinions and write them in a way that seems so convincing the reader looks at it and thinks, "Wow, this is written so adamantly, it must be true".
Me? I am not a verified source in anything. I hold no more than a simple bachelor's degree and a few master's credits.
It doesn't stop there. Social media allows us to boast proudly of accomplishments that others from the outside looking in stare baffled by the hows and whats that it took to reach such incomprehensible feats. In other words, we make out that we are living perfect pinterested lives when really we should be reaching out to those who can't even spell pinterest.
Wait a minute. Pinterest isn't even a word. So, who cares if you can't spell it?
For the past four days I have been unable to speak much higher than a whisper without sounding like a croaking toad.
Laryngitis is for the birds.
So maybe it is the fact that I've had to listen more, or maybe it's just something that getting old does to you, but I'm tired.
I'm tired of people being against people. I'm tired of people who think they know everything. I'm tired of people caring more about who liked a picture they posted than if a friend in need has made it through the night okay.
Bottom line: I'm tired of people caring only for themselves.
When did we allow ourselves to become so numb to the people around us? To not realize that every single life matters and should be treated in such a way?
I have a million things swimming in my mind that I want to post about Thanksgiving.
I've been planning and preparing and prepping for my favorite day for weeks, but the feeling that has been overwhelming me right now is want for my fellow man. Want that each person would feel valued. Want that each person would have exactly what they need in life. Want that we all could treat every person we run into with love and warmth, regardless of who they are, what they stand for, or what they did to us.
|Like these beautiful, sinfully scrumptious scones|
We have so much to be thankful for. Thanksgiving really isn't the day to do it. Everyday is. Instead of making Thursday about giving thanks, why can't we give to others so they can have something to be thankful for?
I don't mean in the typical way. This is the time of year when you'll hear it most: food drives, clothing drives, gifts for children. All of that is wonderful and certainly something worth participating in, but how about the things you can give without spending a dime? How about the things that you can give when it isn't the giving season?
Holding the door for someone
A word of encouragement
Letting someone get in front of you in the check out line
I'm not really a wishy washy person and you certainly won't hear me constantly ragging on issues such as this, but it's one that is on my heart for the moment. Again, I'm not a verified source on anything. But, I believe the main focus of our lives is not meant to be ourselves, but others.
Who can you give to so they have a reason to give thanks this holiday season?