Listening and voyoeruism.
We used to have this class called "Listening". We were required to keep a journal that the teacher would then "count" the number of entries... IF you didn't want her to read anything you would fold over the pages.. HA!!.. Stupid b**** lied... and wanted to just be a voyeur into her students lives.. I mean.. what it is the point of encouraging journal writing only to say "hey.. I am going to read your writing!... unless you don't want me to... and even then.. I will cheat and read it anyway"...
So we have this society that says "do as I say.. not as I do"... we have a society that puts up this facade.. this veneer of puritanism and self righteous moralism as well as lies about the words "TRUST ME"... and then goes BEHIND YOUR BACK and Lies, cheats, steals, molests children and hurt small animals.
I would rather have someone be honest and have a honest up front discussion about topic of your choice. What if we didn't JUDGE so much while behind the scenes we are doing all sorts of BIZAARE things....
I hate wearing masks.. I HATE being plain and an image of someone else when inside I want to be ME!..
Can we evolve to a place where we can accept folks for who they are instead of these people we THINK they should be????
I used to dance in the lunchroom my freshman year of HS. People that know me KNOW that I love to dance. Our lunchroom had a stereo that played music.. and usually folks dance to music USUALLY. So I didn't worry about the fact it was lunch at HS .. so I would dance.
BUt one day... I walk up to my group of "friends" and they stated boldly "WE don't want to be your friends anymore because you dance in the lunchroom and people think you are on drugs and we don't want people to think WE are on drugs so we don't want to be around you anymore".
I KID YOU NOT!!... Of course this was in the PRissy BLUE ASH Suburbia region (where all the pathological Bush supporters and Republicans lived)
Taught me a PAINFUL lesson that day....
Now I actually have friends that appreicate my dancing and have told me that they appreciate my openness. I feel more ALIVE and GENUINE when I spontaneously Dance or Sing... ... When I have to repress that.. and shove my instinct to do that.. I feel a part of me actually DIE!.
I hate folks that LIE and who betray you.. and are so uptight that they can't appreciate the wonder of self expression. And how many of us do that. What are we uncomfortable with?.. Why???
ok.. got to get to work...
So we have this society that says "do as I say.. not as I do"... we have a society that puts up this facade.. this veneer of puritanism and self righteous moralism as well as lies about the words "TRUST ME"... and then goes BEHIND YOUR BACK and Lies, cheats, steals, molests children and hurt small animals.
I would rather have someone be honest and have a honest up front discussion about topic of your choice. What if we didn't JUDGE so much while behind the scenes we are doing all sorts of BIZAARE things....
I hate wearing masks.. I HATE being plain and an image of someone else when inside I want to be ME!..
Can we evolve to a place where we can accept folks for who they are instead of these people we THINK they should be????
I used to dance in the lunchroom my freshman year of HS. People that know me KNOW that I love to dance. Our lunchroom had a stereo that played music.. and usually folks dance to music USUALLY. So I didn't worry about the fact it was lunch at HS .. so I would dance.
BUt one day... I walk up to my group of "friends" and they stated boldly "WE don't want to be your friends anymore because you dance in the lunchroom and people think you are on drugs and we don't want people to think WE are on drugs so we don't want to be around you anymore".
I KID YOU NOT!!... Of course this was in the PRissy BLUE ASH Suburbia region (where all the pathological Bush supporters and Republicans lived)
Taught me a PAINFUL lesson that day....
Now I actually have friends that appreicate my dancing and have told me that they appreciate my openness. I feel more ALIVE and GENUINE when I spontaneously Dance or Sing... ... When I have to repress that.. and shove my instinct to do that.. I feel a part of me actually DIE!.
I hate folks that LIE and who betray you.. and are so uptight that they can't appreciate the wonder of self expression. And how many of us do that. What are we uncomfortable with?.. Why???
ok.. got to get to work...