10/18/16
5/20/16
YES!!
"Breathless, my head ringing, I could only gape. I'm not going to say it was love at first sight. No, it was more like oh, hell-yes-please, I'll have that. With a helping of right-the-fuck-now on the side."
Excerpt From: Callihan, Kristen. "The Hook Up."
4/11/16
3/28/16
How Rude....!
Rude:
1. discourteous or impolite, especially
in a deliberate way: a rude reply.
2. without culture, learning, or refinement:
rude, illiterate peasants.
3. rough in manners or behavior; unmannerly;
uncouth.
4. rough, harsh, or ungentle: rude
hands.
5. roughly wrought, built, or formed;
of a crude construction or kind: a rude cottage.
6. not properly or fully developed; raw;
unevolved: a rude first stage of development.
7. harsh to the ear: rude sounds.
8. without artistic elegance; of a primitive
simplicity: a rude design.
9. violent or tempestuous, as the waves.
10.robust, sturdy, or vigorous: rude
strength.
11. approximate or tentative: a rude
first calculation of costs.
I might
be many things, but rude is not one of them. At least I try my best to never be
rude. It happens once and a while, hell, I’m only human. If I am rude I apologize
as soon as I realize it. I feel bad about it and I worry that the person I was
rude to (or anyone within hearing distance) will think me a horrid person. Who
want’s that? For the most part I don’t
really care what people think of me. I am who I am. However I don’t want people
to think I have no manners or any kind of class about me. I may not be high class
but I do have some class, at least enough not to be rude to someone.
Sometimes
people perceive rudeness when rudeness wasn’t really present. Texting and
social media are full of miscommunications when dealing with emotions. Why? It’s
because emotion does not always transmit through the written word. While
reading a book the scene is set, the mood of the moment has been set, therefore
a small line of dialog does transmit emotion. However, when texting or commenting
on a social media status the emotion your feeling as you comment does not
always transmit properly. Usually it’s the person reading it that determines
the emotion, or tone of the comment. If
the person is not in a good mood the emotion, or tone, of the comment is
generally not very good. If they are in a good mindset the tone tends to be of
a better, nicer, quality. It’s just
basic psychology of the mind and how everyone sees the same things differently.
Usually
when someone writes something on a social media post of mine that seems a bit
rude to me, I try to think of who said it. I try to think of this persons
personality and try imagine how the comment would have sounded had it been said
aloud to me face to face. Most of the time it helps me to realize it was just
poor wording that need that little bit human emotion, or tone, to make it not sound
rude. Having said that, sometimes there are comments that no matter how you
imagine them, or who you imagine saying them, they are a rude comment. Sometimes a comment is just plain and simply
rude. It doesn’t matter how you say it, or write it, it’s RUDE.
Normally,
someone being rude to me doesn’t bother me much. In my mind I’m all, “HOW RUDE!”, and then I
let it go. It happens. People err, we are after all only human. I don’t call them out on the rude comment
because then I’m just being rude myself. I don’t want that!! Sometimes the rude comment, the one that can’t
be anything but rude, hurts. Sometimes the person it comes from is what makes
it hurt just that little bit more.
I’ve had
a lot of rude things said to me over the years and only a couple of them have
stuck with me. Mostly because who made the comment. Until recently, it’s been
quite a while since one of those comments stuck with me. This comment wasn’t
anything serious, or even important, really. It was just rude. Taking into
consideration the person who made the comment is probably what makes it bother
me so much. They generally aren’t a rude person, but it's not the first time they've been rude to me over the years. For them to just be blatantly
rude to me kind of bothers me. Who am I kidding? It bothers the crap out of me.
It’s not the first time I’ve felt slighted by this person, and because of who
they are I’ve always just let it go and moved on. This time I don’t think I can let it go. It’s
not the rude comment I can’t let go of. It’s the fact that it probably won’t be
the last time it happens with this person.
In my
post about burning bridges, I mentioned how sometimes we have to take a path we
don’t want to, but we know we need to. I think I’m at one of those moments. Not
a burning of the bridge moment, more of a fork in the road moment. I can go back and
take the other fork if I so choose to. Small rude comments or slights against me add
up with time when it’s from the same person. I don’t like feeling this hurt,
small as it is. I’m not going to go out of my way for this person anymore. I’m
not cutting them out of my life. Rude comments and feeling slighted by this
person multiple times aside, I still love them and wish them well. I just can’t justify making time for them
anymore. If I see them, I see them. If I don’t, I don’t. I’m setting them on
the outside of my happiness bubble.
Moral of
the story people, don’t be rude. It’s not nice, and if repeatedly done it makes
you look bad. Think before you speak, and especially before you hit the post
button. Read what you wrote and ask yourself how you would take it if you were
the recipient of this comment.
Okay,
rant over. Thank you for sticking with me if you read this all the way through.
XOXO
CoreyJo
CoreyJo
3/10/16
2/3/16
May the bridges you burn lighten your way...
"May the bridges you burn lighten your way, and the whisky you drink warm your bones"
Growing up I was always told, "Don't burn your bridges, you never know when you might need to cross the river again.". While sage advice, I have to say that there are some bridges that need to be burned. Burning bridges isn't something to be taken lightly, but sometimes it's the only thing left to do.
Taking the fist step onto a bridge is not always easy. Some bridges we cross with ease, sometimes not realizing until much later, if ever, that we have even crossed one. Some are exciting and crossed with exuberance, while others are dreaded and fretted about yet necessary.
The ones that are the scariest are the ones that pop up suddenly. Appearing and seeming higher and longer than the rest. And no matter how long we look for another way across, this bridge is the only way to proceed forward. To not cross would mean that you are stuck somewhere you don't particularly care to be. Somewhere in which you cannot trust, where bonds have been broken. It's a cold and dark place that is swirling with pain and discourse. In order for you to proceed forward in your journey to a better place, you must cross this bridge. There is no other option. Once you cross this bridge, in order for the darkness to not reach you again, and cause you more pain, you must burn this bridge.
Knowing that burning this bridge is the only choice you have, doesn't make it easy. That doesn't mean that you don't have a heavy heart when you light that match, or when you turn your back to take the first step away. It's doesn't mean that you will instantly be free of the pain you incurred. It will take time to heal and time to process the fact that this path can no longer be traveled or revisited. A shard of sadness may always prick you when you think of the good times you had before you burned the bridge, but only momentarily. Your heart knows that this was for the better, and to move forward and be happy in this harsh world in which we live, it was necessary.
When I saw this photo it made perfect sense. That even though we have to burn a bridge here or there, we shouldn't stay and dwell over the ashes. We should use the light from this burning bridge to help light the way to our next place of happiness, to keep moving forward. Use the memory and pain of this burning bridge to help guide you in future adventures.
I suppose the whiskey is just a bonus!
XOXO
CoreyJo
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