On the Struggle for Self-Control and Tact

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No truer words have been disseminated on the internet than the ones above, at least in my case. I often struggle with biting my tongue in many situations daily and there are times that I wish I could just say what I want and damn the consequences. But I know that will never work in my favor; I'd be offending people by the dozens if I completely forgo the filter between my brain and my mouth. I do slip up sometimes. It could be because something was too funny not to share, then in the end I'll realize that most people do not have my warped and pervy sense of humor. Sometimes it is when I am really upset and holding it in is just impossible; that usually involves yelling and things flying from my hand towards my intended target.

I mostly struggle with people and their ignorance and narrow mindedness on things. Considering the conservative culture I was raised in, this happens often enough and it takes all my effort not to jump their throat, though the throat-jumping is usually prompted by insufferable people and insufferable ideas, opinions, and actions.

Can you imagine a world where everybody had no choice but to say what's on their mind? I surmise utter chaos. I also think nobody would be friends with each other. Man may well become an island. 

Whenever I'm thinking about opening my mouth to speak my mind, I always try to ask these there questions:

Should it be said?

Should it be said by you?

Should it be said now?

It makes sense really. Sometimes things should be left unsaid to avoid conflict. Sometimes you have no business talking about things. Sometimes its just not the time to say it. It always pays to subscribe to the trait of tactfulness, don't you think?

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Flashback Friday: Love Me

Poetry, September 2005 — I'm thinking of renaming this series to Shameful Fridays, at least where my poetry is concerned. As predicted, it's another pathetic and sad poem from my teenage days. I really cannot stress the fact that I was going through some, err... issues back then and I've since learned my lesson. Expect 'unrequited love' to be the theme with this one. Are my dear and few readers even surprised?

Love Me

Show me how you really want me to be
And not just some lost fantasy
Know for me for what I do and show
And not for what pleasures I bestow

Treat me like a human
Like I am your only one
Look into my eyes and see the longing
And hear my heart calling

Realize we’re meant to be
That we are not just passion and bodies
Realize that we are one
Or so help me God I’ll come undone

There is more to us than what we have
And we’ve made it this far through the good and bad
Let’s make memories of love and care
I’ll love you forever if I dare

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On Not Being Bothered

I'm taking this as an opportunity to express how true the above words are. I try to live by this as much as I can in my life. It's not easy but, in my opinion, there is nothing better than living your life and let the little things, the unimportant things sort itself out.

I think it was in high school I began to realize that there were bigger things in play and what I thought mattered back then wouldn't be so relevant in the future. I was bullied for a part of my high school life, mostly because my peers didn't like the way I was. Instead of trying to fit in to the status quo, I was more determined to be myself and to establish that this is who I am and it what these bullies thought didn't matter. What was important was that I didn't hide my truest self. It may have made me more vulnerable to teenage persecution but at least I was someone I could take pride on. The bullies were irrelevant, their opinions without merit. 

I think it's important to take enough care to think about what's worth pouring energy into, or at least that's what I try to do. I'd hate to waste effort and emotion into something that wasn't worth it in the end. If I wasted time in worrying about what people say about me and try to "perfect" my image, I would be one unhappy woman. I'd rather think about what I can do to better myself for me and for the people I love. 

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Photo-of-Interest Monday: Kittehs!

This photo is part of the Caturday album I've yet to post on Facebook. The shot is a particular favorite of mine and fellow blogger tin2gg actually thought I planked on our street to get this shot, but because of attire restrictions, I just did a rather uncomfortable crouch.

Caturday was a Saturday that unfolded with my not having to do anything. Armed with my camera, Farrelly, I ventured outside to look for something to shoot. The cats on our street are rather friendly since my sister and I keep them fed enough. They let them pet you and they come when you call. And call I did. I sounded like a wheezing tea kettle and I'm pretty sure I bothered some neighbors, but I got my shots. 

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