Come Back To Me…

…And listen to me rant a while.

Having that thing called Facebook is nothing short of exhausting. Removing the emotional obligation to be involved with actual friends with the never ending posts of break-ups and make-ups we all *must* be privy to and the psychological break-downs that are anything but, one must navigate the world of buzzwords, causes and politics.

It’s really not worth the payout.

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“Prep is 85% of the work…”

….And the magic is in the make-up.

I sat on the subway on my late night ride home. At a stop, a young man got on dressed very “goth”, in the androgynous nature of the goth culture, all black everything and a full face of beautiful make-up.
He stood across from an older man, clearly blue collar and looking a little gruff, a painter in painters pants, et al.

The younger man had a NYX (makeup brand, new boutiques here) backpack, while the older man had a Dulux (room/house paint brand) one.
Between them existed an age gap as wide as I am old (some 40 years).

The older gentleman asked the younger “testing colours?”, referring to the marks of make-up on the back of his hand.

This inquiry sparked a conversation between the two, each speaking of their concept of “paint”; actual painting verses make-up (let it be known that drag queens often refer to their make-up as paint, as have some major designers in the make-up world). In the discussion, they found familiar ground, each excitedly stating their case and adding to the other’s points.

I did nothing but smile.

RIGHT THERE, People, right there! BOOM! It IS that simple.

We are all the same beneath our layers.
We all want to express ourselves and have our craft appreciated.

Incidentally, the one invited the other for a drink to discuss further and they exited together.

“If You Prick Us…”

Or, we all bleed the same.

The more divisive you choose to be, the more division you choose to create, the more you think it’s “us verse them”, the more miserable you are going to be.

Fact.

We are all the same, we all want the same things.

And you don’t get them by taking them from someone else, that should be common sense.

Violence doesn’t end violence, it only breeds more.

….And you shouldn’t mow down the people who are trying to protect you. The actions of one is not the consensus of all.

Don’t we have common enemies that we shouldn’t be fighting amongst ourselves?

Just a thought.

Perhaps we should all just learn to get along.

Yours, Mine And Ours….

…Or, The Fact or Quality of Being Different, Divergent, or Inconsistent.

You know, my friend feed elsewhere on that *other* site is filled with “I’m done with the hate” posts.

No, no you aren’t. Because if you were, you wouldn’t feel the need to tell everyone five times in three days. If you’re done, you are just DONE, you don’t carry on talking about it.

The only way to be done with the hate is to reject it in your own life (and by the way, you can never fully reject prejudice, unless you are somehow reverting back to birth. Even 3 month old babies display it, as does the whole of the animal kingdom. But you CAN change where you find it in your thoughts by choosing to LEARN and evolve your opinions).

The only way to change the world is to change yourself and your mindset, and then effect the little bit of world all around you.

Most of us aren’t going to have a grand impact on the planet, but! We can have a grand influence on the bits we interact with. We CAN be great in our communities and a shining example in the lives of others, thus leading by example.

Saying you’re done with hate but you continue to feed into it by posting memes and stories (all of which are, see above, bias! There is NO such thing as unbiased media), isn’t being done with it.

Just because YOU believe in the side your on in a near militant fashion (which by the way, also a hallmark of hate, not believing the other side could remotely be justified), doesn’t mean you are always 100% correct, or infallible. It just means you’ve likely started to see every like case through your opinion and leave little room for variance.

There’s ALWAYS AT LEAST 3 sides to every story: yours, mine and the truth which lies some where in the middle.

Reject it, reject the media making heroes out of wrong doers, eject the bickering around you about a victim’s personality or blame in the crime… seriously reject that, because if you participate in it, even if you think you are righteous by defending the victim, really what you are doing is perpetuating it all. Perpetuating hate, often misinformation  (on both sides) and the very root of the problem. Look for facts and make up your own mind, spread truth. Seek understanding and choose to spread love… that’s how you really counter hate.

Seriously, Cats and Kittens: Peace.
Can we just play nice?

I’m very open…

…But you have to be too.

It seems to me that the people I find myself the most distance from, on a logical stand point, are the ones who never venture out of their comfort zone, those afraid to embrace what they already (and have always) known.

If you don’t experience new things as a native or if you, when you are away, always seek out *that* particular Supercenter over the local shop or the chain-you-know restaurant over the independent  place, if you never take your shoes off to wade in the fountain, or you never sit in the local coffee shop and just experience in a city foreign to you, then….
….if I’m being honest…
we probably aren’t going to see eye to eye on many things.

Empathy…

…And what it means to be human.

In recent weeks, several of my friends have posted a meme about how empathic they are. One of the *proofs* in said meme is “I know your feelings better than you do.”

As someone who is a “Highly Sensitive Person”, who you could call ’empathic’, I take offense at that.

If you’ve ever noticed my vernacular, I take great pains to not say things like “I know EXACTLY what you are feeling“, why? Because even if we have every experience the same and we go through the same circumstance, no two people will ever feel the same about it or have the same perception. Why? Because no two of us are *exactly* alike – and even the few who genetically are, aren’t even.

I will never know exactly what you feel. I can RELATE and I can empathize, but it will never be exact. Ergo, I can NEVER know what you are feeling better than you do… to say so is presumptuous and arrogant.
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Kickstart This Campaign…

…or at least fund this crowdsource.

I saw an article today that defined someone today as “deserving” for, really, the act of being a decent human being.
A crowdsourcing campaign was set up to fund something for this person just for publicly helping someone else out.

Just because you shovel the sidewalk for someone else, doesn’t mean the world owes you $300,000.
Every time I remove snow, I do not only my own, but the house to each side of my own, sometimes further. I don’t do this because I am some hero. I don’t do this because I am looking for accolades. I do it because I like shoveling snow and I am nice and it is nice for the people who have to use the sidewalk. It is because I am civilized and we live in a society and we are supposed to do for each other, that’s the deal.
(When in society did we start rewarding the mundane? When we do that, what becomes of the extraordinary? I suppose it becomes unbelievable; unwanted and by the wayside. I guess it’s easier to yell “PHOTOSHOP” than accept and be happy that someone could (dare) shine brighter than we do.)

This post is going to deal, initially, with money, but that isn’t really what it’s about. Money, as per usual with me, is merely a metaphor. This is a bit of a free-style personal rant, I guess…
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