Break the illusion + Contradict the ignorance =
Change the perception
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it should be noted many people live inside me. me meaning you meaning the guy who runs the register at the mini-mart meaning ort…in other words, all of us have beings who live in our bodies. "innards," i like to call them. i wouldn't mind the company if they all got along, but just like the people you can see with your own two eyes, there is always an innard who wants to be top dog. and once someone wants to be above all the rest, all the rest want to be king/queen of the hill, too. so right now, this gal called crystal wants to be in charge. she's a firecracker, that one, but not as scary as a couple of them are. since she's been the squeakiest lately, i should let her speak before one of those other ones muscles in. they're not very nice when they sink their teeth into my heart, let me tell you.
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A distressed blessing luck is. Some say you make your own, while others believe luck owns your backside for life. Speaking of which, life is said to have a purpose. Luck says: "Hang on there, partner. Everything depends on which side of the shadow you're from." There's a lesson embedded somewhere on this page about what to do when the goal gets pushed farther and farther away. It's hard to disguise frustration, harder still to experience yet another delay. I am told the wait is fine, if bitter, nourishment. -
The Search for Happiness is a popular pastime. We all look for the path that'll lead us to Happyville. So now comes the sad part of this tale. Many of us walk right past the trailhead. Sometimes we trip on the welcome mat and don't even stop to see what put the stutter in our step. Opportunity pops in to say hello more often than we think, so here's a thought to ponder for the upcoming week:No one benefits from being asleep during waking hours.
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Everything's a movie. Just buy a bloody shirt already. Who needs the song and dance? It's not necessary to make a big production out of a daily (for most folks, anyway) habit. Yes, one should cover her bits. And yes, choosing items for one's wardrobe can be fun. I'm not totally thumbing my nose at fashion, but the commercial that tries real hard not to be a commercial is off-putting. Go out into the world and create your own style. Save some money and give back to your community while you're at it. Now that's a good fit, don't you think?
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It was an aunt, or neighbor lady, or someone's mother (not Darla's) who said the trick to unlocking life's mysteries was knowing how to make a really flaky pie crust. The details of the conversation she struggled to remember were hazy, but there would have been no conversation to try to recall at all if Darla had not been momentarily zapped into another dimension last week when she thumbed through a battered copy of The Ladies' Book of Etiquette, and Manual of Politeness at a church rummage sale. Jumbled ideas and mismatched words collided inside Darla's head as glimpses of faces came and went. Darla's heart was sure it caught a scent of something real. After months of playing a very cruel game of hide-and-go-seek with her marbles, Darla was more than ready for a taste of the truth. Fortune cookie-esque bursts of thought came out of nowhere: Knowledge is experience. Only a whole person has room to grow. Pastry and Good Citizenship and Difficult Books Make For Very Strong Medicine. Who is at the center of your experience?
Experience. After a series of experiences (good, bad, out-of-body which she couldn't pin down as either bad or good), Darla would not allow one more How, When, or Why to put her in a stranglehold.
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What if I told you there is no such thing as darkness? Try "a deeper shade of light" on for size. It's a nice image to play with, at any rate. There are a lot of different ways to get from Here to There (and Here is just as good as There so what's your hurry?) Lots of tongues and daggers are in the forecast, so it's no use to sweat the message. One'll slice you open and the other will spread your secrets. Relax, friend. What have you got to hide? -
Gary was spot–on when he told me to shut up at lunch today. I'm not going to lie (I'm writing this down for further analysis) or get bent out of shape. He said I love the sound of my own voice, especially when I'm in "Phony Mode" as he called it. Gary said I'm all about the right words and thoughtful advice and perfect solution and how people eat it up even when it's all complete bullshit. But what he said really pissed him off was when I actually do make sense. According to Gary, I have moments of lucidity. There are times when I can break down a complex situation and rearrange it so someone who does not have a direct link to my thought process (and Gary thinks he has access to this link?) knows what step to take first to get back on track. He told me he won't forget how I've helped him through some very dark days. But … I have a pathological avoidance of following my own advice. Because of this affliction or syndrome or whatever, Gary told me I don't have the right to complain about anything. Not when I'm so damn good at fixing everyone else's problems. So, when I mentioned at lunch how sick I was of my boss and his roadblocks and how he didn't promote me to Planner II, well…I did what Gary told me. I guess that's why the phrase is "listen and learn" and not "talk and learn." I think I made him lose his appetite which I feel badly about.
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