Sunday, 22 September 2013

If you don't have anything nice to say...

"If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all"

Human nature and behavior fascinates me. It's also frustrating as hell, but that's besides the point. I often ponder the hows and the whys of the ways we think and the things we do. Perhaps I should have taken several people's advice saying I should have been a psychologist or a psychiatrist but alas, I didn't.

I've never (for example – because this instance just reared it's ugly head in a friend of mine's life) understood the reasoning behind people bullying and saying such negative things about others. What does it get them? Does it do something for them? Does it make them feel better about themselves? And what's often funny is that the people who do these things and say these things are quite often (more than not) in a position where they know the devastating effects that bullying has. Either they have experienced first hand themselves or they have bared witness to the effects of someone they love dearly that bullying and slandering has had.

But almost always, the person who starts the slandering and bullying takes offense to when the tables are turned and it is done in kind. So why start it? It goes back to the question of: What do you get out of it? Is your existence that meaningless and pitiful that you can dish it out but you can't take it?

I've never bared witness to such behavior as these anywhere else, except for online. And it is a no holds barred type behavior. These people, these supposed "mature responsible adults", resorting to slanderous comments, name calling and lies. Duplicitous behaviors and backstabbing also run rampant. WHY?

It's infuriating. And it's more than a little embarrassing when you're associated with the perpetrator(s) (thankfully I'm not in this specific case although once upon a time I was).

It's funny (not in a ha ha funny) in a way, I know for a fact that this person who is saying these things has had her own child bullied, so you'd think that they themselves would be an advocate to stop such behaviors. Sadly, this is not the case. Only when it suits them, does it behoove them to do so.

I'm not saying we all have to get along. That would be damn near impossible. But if you don't like someone, shut the hell up and be about your own business and let other people live their own lives. Peacefully. Don't stir up unwanted or needed crap about people. Especially people you have nothing to do with. In the end, it only makes you look like a cold hearted, mean person. And what's the point in that?

"Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt"

One Last Glimpse,


Saturday, 21 September 2013

The prodigal return of JT

Really? Really kids? Do we need to revisit this again? I thought we'd been over this, and had it cleared up. But clearly, by all the slagging and mud slinging, bitching and whining that is not the case whatsoever.

Let me spell it out for you in small words. John. Owes. You. Nothing. Who he is, does, where he goes, is NOT our business. (This goes for all the guys). If you're a fan, shut up, be a fan and leave it at that.

There was no alternate reason (nor any reason to think otherwise) other than the one John himself gave for going on his self imposed Twitter break. And those who go searching for other reasons why are nothing but rumor mill mongers.

John's return to Twitter can easily be answered in a few answers. They're the same reasons why he joined Twitter (and everyone started following him to being with). He's promoting something he's proud of. Are you trying to tell me that was insincere as well? I think not.

He's a business man, he's a smart and savvy one at that. He knew at 17 what he wanted from life and achieved it by his 20s. Not many can say that. I certainly can't. You should be proud of him, and for his accomplished and ashamed of yourselves, those of you who are rumor mongering and searching for something that isn't there.

Will he stay on Twitter after his Tweet-fest to promote his book? I hope so, but honestly I'd have second thoughts if I were him if this is the way his return is going to be received. So he's coming back to promote the paperback what? Who cares? He joined twitter to promote AYNIN, so why wouldn't he return now?

Instead of slagging him off and calling him insincere, perhaps you should be proud of his accomplishments instead. If he hadn't had his life, traveled this path and been the person he is – I think all of our lives would be different than they are.

I'm proud of you John. Always. Should you choose to stay after your promotion Tweet-fest this week, I look forward to reading your Tweets and interacting with you. Should you choose to become silent again for a while; I for one; will be waiting for you when you get back.

One Last Glimpse,


Sunday, 15 September 2013

Dreaming of distant times....

Dear readers:

  I have been neglectful, again. But truthfully I've not had much to say. Life has plodded along, same old same old. Nothing new to report. My Mom always said if you had nothing nice to say...don't say anything at all. And it's not that I didnt have anything nice to say, I just hate to ramble in these posts. So I figued it was best I say nothing. But know, that I have missed you and this blog. And we'll see what happens.


I often have odd dreams. Peculiar even. I've dreampt in 3rd person, where I'm watching myself (as if watching a movie) in a dream. I've had lucid dreams where I'm aware that I'm dreaming, and able to alter an manipulate the course of the dream if I don't like the direction the dream is going. But never have I dreampt about myself and interacted with myself in a dream – until last night.

I dreampt I was at a party (at first seemingly as if I were watching a fully immersible virtual reality movie). I could see myself (much younger) sitting at a table with family and childhood friends. It was evening, and judging by the way people were dressed, most likely summer. I could even see the colourful patio lanterns that we had when I was young out on our back patio. They brightly lit up outside of the window that my younger self had her back to.

My younger sister-in-law, Christine stood beside the current me at one point (she was a child) asking my younger self for something or about something, but I have no idea what that may have been or why she was there. She didn't seem to notice the older me, or if she did – she said nothing.

I remember at one point I followed myself down the hall towards the bedrooms. The house as I remember it to be when I was 3 or 4. When I arrived to where my bedroom would have been, the dream shifted slightly and I was standing in the hallway of my maternal Grandparents home. Their home was similar to ours and around the corner.

I was standing in the bedroom doorway looking at myself and another young girl, who now I'm uncertain as to who it was, although I believe at the time I knew. I asked “How old are you here?” looking down at my younger self. “Five and a half.” I replied proudly but with a slight tone of “you should know that” that I am all too familiar with. Such attitude!

I nodded, turned on my heel (noting to myself that I was only 4 or so when we had moved out of the house I had been dreaming of), and entered my Grandparents bedroom. I looked over my Grandmother's dresser for something and then walked towards her cedar chest. I'm aware I'm looking for something, but I'm also aware I have no idea what that “something” is.

I saw my Mom standing just inside the doorway and I began apologizing to her for sending her “the letter”. She insists that it is fine and not to worry about it. I have no idea (even as I was dreaming it) what letter I'm talking about or referring to. Not a clue.

I don't ever recall writing my mother a letter of any significance. I just know I was quite upset about sending her this letter – whatever it was and desperately wanted her forgiveness for it.
I can remember embracing her and being able to actually smell her perfume in my nose. It was calming, and comforting. Her birthday is approaching this week - and I'd like to think that maybe she paid me a visit so I could give her a hug for her birthday.

One Last Glimpse,