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rant (rnt)
v. rant·ed, rant·ing, rants
v.intr.
To speak or write in an angry or violent manner; rave.
v.tr.
To utter or express with violence or extravagance: a dictator who ranted his vitriol onto a captive audience.
n.
1. Violent or extravagant speech or writing.
2. A speech or piece of writing that incites anger or violence: "The vast majority [of teenagers logged onto the Internet] did not encounter recipes for pipe bombs or deranged rants about white supremacy" (Daniel Okrent).
3. Chiefly British Wild or uproarious merriment.
Pick your definition. The word now being defined, let me get down to brass tacks.
I rant. I get aggravated at times and that's how I get past it. I rant, I get it out of my system and then MOVE ON. Ranting usually takes the form of the written word because no one gets hurt that way. Unless, of course, you come across my writings and read them when they are not intended for you. That, however, is on YOU.
Because it's a rant, and I am doing it out of anger, that does not mean that I love the rantee any less. It's how I feel at that moment, not how I truly feel. I try not to rant to others because it bites me in the ass every time. People are like that. I get it. I understand. I forgive. That's how I roll.
If I've written something that was supposed to be private and you have purposely read it? You need to get over it and accept it for what it is: a RANT. If I hurt your feelings because you read something that should have been private? I'm not going to apologize. Why should I? You go looking for stuff and you find it, you deserve whatever you find. I learned that lesson VERY well and the hard way.
A lot has happened to me along the Road of Life. I have learned, I have changed and I have grown. Fundamentally, I am still the same on the inside. I am still compassionate, giving and I have a big heart. I am not weak. I am very strong in mind, heart and soul. Where it counts.
I am also smart. Smart enough to know myself, finally. Smart enough to know that the twists and turns that life takes can only make me stronger. I am me, hear me RAWR.
On the personal front. Family is what matters most. My kids are my heart. I love my husband. I am still at the same job I had 5.5 years ago. I start school tomorrow. Amber is here with us. I still have the capacity to laugh at myself a lot. Life is good. I love my life.
v. rant·ed, rant·ing, rants
v.intr.
To speak or write in an angry or violent manner; rave.
v.tr.
To utter or express with violence or extravagance: a dictator who ranted his vitriol onto a captive audience.
n.
1. Violent or extravagant speech or writing.
2. A speech or piece of writing that incites anger or violence: "The vast majority [of teenagers logged onto the Internet] did not encounter recipes for pipe bombs or deranged rants about white supremacy" (Daniel Okrent).
3. Chiefly British Wild or uproarious merriment.
Pick your definition. The word now being defined, let me get down to brass tacks.
I rant. I get aggravated at times and that's how I get past it. I rant, I get it out of my system and then MOVE ON. Ranting usually takes the form of the written word because no one gets hurt that way. Unless, of course, you come across my writings and read them when they are not intended for you. That, however, is on YOU.
Because it's a rant, and I am doing it out of anger, that does not mean that I love the rantee any less. It's how I feel at that moment, not how I truly feel. I try not to rant to others because it bites me in the ass every time. People are like that. I get it. I understand. I forgive. That's how I roll.
If I've written something that was supposed to be private and you have purposely read it? You need to get over it and accept it for what it is: a RANT. If I hurt your feelings because you read something that should have been private? I'm not going to apologize. Why should I? You go looking for stuff and you find it, you deserve whatever you find. I learned that lesson VERY well and the hard way.
A lot has happened to me along the Road of Life. I have learned, I have changed and I have grown. Fundamentally, I am still the same on the inside. I am still compassionate, giving and I have a big heart. I am not weak. I am very strong in mind, heart and soul. Where it counts.
I am also smart. Smart enough to know myself, finally. Smart enough to know that the twists and turns that life takes can only make me stronger. I am me, hear me RAWR.
On the personal front. Family is what matters most. My kids are my heart. I love my husband. I am still at the same job I had 5.5 years ago. I start school tomorrow. Amber is here with us. I still have the capacity to laugh at myself a lot. Life is good. I love my life.