Truth - Blog Posts
Dating with purpose?
When you are young and pretty, there are things like "Seeking Arrangements" and more than a few other options online and off to get whatever it is you're after. But, what about when you're older, not so pretty, and no longer trying to pay for school? Are there rich folks out there, looking for old, chonky, and broke... but funny, curious, and not "dead" yet? Are there also dating? sites for that sort of connection? Seems to me everyone wants a pretty face or some sort of impressive resume but what about the folks still trying to find happy, without the good looks, or impressive "goals"? Are they stuck dealing with whatever they can find at the local bingo hall?
hahahaha Random curious thoughts.... heh.
I have a love for the beauty, and madness, of thinking.
Things...
It's a $15 coffee pot... why go through so much hassle to extend the life of it? Because it's about appreciating what you have. Appreciate that you have a working coffee pot. Put forth the effort to care for it and extend it's life because it is of value and it serves you well.
This was the conversation that led to me finally understanding that far too many people don't value what they have. Stuff is just... things to buy, sell, use, and replace... and sadly, that includes people. Far too many value the money to buy the stuff and the power money gives them over people, but they can't... or don't want to... see the value in the things themselves. It's sad. It explains a lot but, it's ... sad. Maybe I'm a big weirdo but I think things, people included, are more than just items to be bought, sold, used, and replaced.
... Okay... rant over. Have a wonderful day.
Craftsmanship.
I am beginning to realize that I appreciate those who value true craftsmanship. Modern life is full of products and services but the true art of creating something, or doing something with a genuine passion is usually lost behind the desire for profit and ease. Items, relationships, general interactions... the true attention to detail, effort for quality, and non profit desire to build something that will serve the receiver well is so hard to find. For me, it's not so much about the prize, but rather the process of creating that prize. Whether it's a friendship, a deeper relationship, a product, a service of some sort, it should be more about what you are creating than how easily you can make a certain profit. Shallow human connections and poorly made products have definitely helped me see the real value in craftsmanship, and those who truly seek it. hah Well there's this round of food for thought. Laters!
Ants!
I can look at pictures online of bugs, insects, creepy crawlies, and the like.. and be completely mesmerized by the beauty and capabilities. I will also say though that, when I do something in my home and find something crawling ... my first and only panic attack thought line is DIE DIE DIE! Ants are on the top of that list for me. They come in, they go everywhere, and it never feels like they are gone for good. I understand all of the ... they serve a purpose, it's more there territory than ours, blah blah blah... but when they enter my house and are spotted.... I simply can not help the desire to burn the house down and run. They MUST DIE. hahahahha I know I am not alone. LOL
Truth?
Just a quick reminder that people can say just about anything, that doesn't mean it's correct. Videos and photos are edited all the time. News is HEAVILY controlled so as to only share what the company wants you to "know". Even if it's popular, it might not be safe, real, or a general good idea. Rumors spread faster than you can imagine and what you hear, might not even be the rumor that was actually started, let alone any bit of truth. And remember... everyone sees things differently and there's usually a LOT more to every story.
Print this out for a free frosty at your local gas station. Expires now.
Pain....
Pain is interesting. It makes people do strange things. It can make folks weird, angry, sad, and many other things. Just like any "animal" when someone is in pain, they may do things, or say things, they wouldn't say if they weren't hurting. What makes it more interesting is that you can't see... pain. You can't look at someone and always know for sure if they are hurting. You can read their angry posts or texts, grumble at their complete avoidance of activities, or wonder what is wrong with them when they deal with their pain by being utterly goofy but you can't always SEE... pain. Just a fun fact to share. Something to think about when someone acts a bit gruff or gives you a dirty look in passing. Might not have anything to do with you. Might have a lot to do with pain... plain and simple. Just sayin.
Show me.
I have had "friends", lovers, family, and more prove MANY times over how easy it is to say whatever the person thinks you want to hear but proving that their words are true... well, that's a whole different story. I've seen the attitudes as lies are defended. I've watched the lies change and shift depending on the moment. What I haven't really seen is people being honest, true, and open. So yeah, at this point... if you want me to believe.... show me.
Confused.
Humans make no sense to me. They destroy everything, including each other and seem to think it's okay. It's like people believe life isn't supposed to be annoying so when it is, they find ways to get a "feel good" no matter who, or what, it hurts. It creates chaos that doesn't need to exist, which ends up being more fuel for people to behave poorly in search of that "feel good". The trail of damage left behind is disgusting and yet, it's like nobody actually understands that, or cares. It really does seem to be all about easy "feel good" even when that only adds to the problems. meh Maybe I'm just missing something but then again, I did label this "strugglingasahuman" so... clearly there is a LOT I "miss". hahaha
me, last year when i entered shawnblr: man this is so nice and drama free. a breath of fresh air from 1d this is great i wanna stay here forever.
me, July 2019 - present:
its not YA Lit if the protagonist doesn’t ‘let out a breath they didn’t even know they were holding’
Banner: Carried
Day: Seized
New York: Kinged
Brooklyn: Here
Poor guys head: Spinning
Fe: Santaed
Are you fucking kidding me? 💔
NO YOU GUYS DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT I JUST FOUND ON YOUTUBE. WHAT. I'M SHAKING AND CRYING.
This is an amazing work of art. I hope Macca sees it too someday. Breaks my heart.
poems written by you>>>
THANK-YOU! I JUST TRY TO SAY WHATEVER I FEEL LIKE AND PUT IT ALL OUT IN THE UNIVERSE THROUGH THEM. TRUST ME! It feels so lighter then!❤️❤️❤️❤️
Today I feel you missing from me.
I have this extremely deep void that I don't know how I'll ever fill.
I wish I could talk to you,
I have always, but today it has become unbearably heavier and light at the same time.
I wish we could greet eachother just like we always did.
I don't want anything new, I just wish for the old things and the silly talks
I still have so much to tell you. I want to tell you so many things, but the thing is you wouldn't listen. Only if you would, I would probably go on forever.
The truth? I miss you. Yes, I do.
Even if you somehow blame it all on me, I really will take it all. I don't mind how you've changed, people change for good, but I'm just extremely hurt that I am nowhere in your "change". Not even my shadow.
"People change and forget to tell each other."
I will still wish.
You can always start over with things- wrote something wrong? Start over. Ruined a project? Start over. But how do you start over with a faulted friendship? Can you start over, as if nothing happened before? How do you state the facts? How can you know when things started to go wrong? How do you know when the other person switched off along the way, while you were busy telling things, which are nothing if not truth? How could you start over?
BEACH GIRL
There was this girl,
I saw that day.
Running along the shore,
Running as she may.
She was beautiful,
She was different.
The Sun seemed to reflect her shine,
All eyes were on her, even mine.
She felt like the winds,
Soaring to meet the waves.
She was like the sand,
Wet and warm.
All the assumptions I made,
Must have been true.
I never heard her speak,
But it must have been like flute.
I remember I tried to catch her,
Like a butterfly floating in a garden.
I tried to follow her,
But sadly lost her trace.
She disappeared in the waves of sunlight,
And the sparkles of water saline.
She must have been a thought,
But the prettiest I've ever got.
-Vaishnavi Singh
If it is the only option, it also is the only way out.