It's back to my old faithful blog. It's becoming quite old, poor blog, but it's the best therapy of all. It's just as good as 10 years spent on the couch. Problem is, a shrink would hold his tongue and not inform anybody of what you've been telling him. As it is, my data-protection-act rubbish is not being very respected either. Another thing my blog is good for, and that is letting off steam. What I say here is read, I know that, and I don't care a hoot. I just hope that whoever reads it can learn something, because more often then not, they're people with no blood running in their veins. I keep thinking of the Wizard of Oz. Now I am not exactly keen on that, but I remember the Tin Man who summed it up all so neatly in his statement ... For once I had brains, and a heart also, and having tried them both, I would much rather have a heart. Brilliant words which have stuck to me like a good dream.
I am fed up by the bureaucracy which doesn't work. I have had more than enough of the bull*&^% of people who say they have studied this and that and got a degree in this and that. I too have degrees, but degrees do not make a good or a bad person. They don't even make them intelligent people at that. Now if someone got a degree in compassion and empathy, I would be all for them. But it seems nobody is interested in that. The real truth is that the l-word does not come from any College or University. Not even from Harvard. Or Yale. I can safely say from experience, (yes it's making me sound ancient but who cares), the human race could learn so much from animals. The minute some kind of pain is inflicted on you... that's the minute everybody flies out the door. It's that simple. The world doesn't wait for you to get a grip, you just have to get your grip on your own.
When did love stop being a good thing and start being nasty? Whenever was love a sure thing to throw someone in jail? What's this happening? Why am I made to feel guilty because I love someone or something? Isn't love the purest thing that can be found on the planet? Why ever was I taught that love was a virtue? Why are so many songs written about love, if love is something bad? It's just not fair. I know the world's not fair, but this is becoming outrageous. And it takes a lot of patience not to react. I should be able to kick someone's ass, but I cannot. I am not a violent person anyway. So I just act it out in my mind, which is the next best possible thing. I am not sure I have the strength to fight back. Life has exhausted me of a lot of that. I don't want to fight. I just want what is the best for little people. And no, I am not a hateful girl.
But with me there is one cardinal rule. Do not dig up my past because I will not tolerate it. Do not try and shove me around and say I deserve to be hanged, because dear God, I will react. Dragging up someone's painful past will get you nowhere. Because that is where I will put the last inch of strength I have. It is only us who have known real suffering who can use the l-word liberally. We mean it, a 100%. Because it is always the heavily wounded who can love as in real love.
I am fed up by the bureaucracy which doesn't work. I have had more than enough of the bull*&^% of people who say they have studied this and that and got a degree in this and that. I too have degrees, but degrees do not make a good or a bad person. They don't even make them intelligent people at that. Now if someone got a degree in compassion and empathy, I would be all for them. But it seems nobody is interested in that. The real truth is that the l-word does not come from any College or University. Not even from Harvard. Or Yale. I can safely say from experience, (yes it's making me sound ancient but who cares), the human race could learn so much from animals. The minute some kind of pain is inflicted on you... that's the minute everybody flies out the door. It's that simple. The world doesn't wait for you to get a grip, you just have to get your grip on your own.
When did love stop being a good thing and start being nasty? Whenever was love a sure thing to throw someone in jail? What's this happening? Why am I made to feel guilty because I love someone or something? Isn't love the purest thing that can be found on the planet? Why ever was I taught that love was a virtue? Why are so many songs written about love, if love is something bad? It's just not fair. I know the world's not fair, but this is becoming outrageous. And it takes a lot of patience not to react. I should be able to kick someone's ass, but I cannot. I am not a violent person anyway. So I just act it out in my mind, which is the next best possible thing. I am not sure I have the strength to fight back. Life has exhausted me of a lot of that. I don't want to fight. I just want what is the best for little people. And no, I am not a hateful girl.
But with me there is one cardinal rule. Do not dig up my past because I will not tolerate it. Do not try and shove me around and say I deserve to be hanged, because dear God, I will react. Dragging up someone's painful past will get you nowhere. Because that is where I will put the last inch of strength I have. It is only us who have known real suffering who can use the l-word liberally. We mean it, a 100%. Because it is always the heavily wounded who can love as in real love.
