Sometimes it helps to think out a new entry ahead of time so I don't ramble. But sometimes I end up pre-editing my thoughts so they don't offend. But not today. I want to blog about people who are raised in so-called 'sheltered' homes, protected from the evils of the world, never talked to about the realities of life because they're taught that things are either good or bad - no grey area, no room for the 6 billion unique personalities in this world that color every unique circumstance and decision.

What of these who grow up to walk on the peripherals of life, not getting deeply involved with other people and their situations? You think it makes your life easier to avoid the emotions of others because you don't have to deal with your own. "You can't run away from feeling an emotion." It'll come back to haunt you later in some way. It'll make you seem like a robot. It isolates you from others standing right next to you.

I know many who put their emotions into the safest outlet, a person or entity that cannot interact with them in a personal way. I'm specifically talking of people who marry themselves to a religious deity, perfect in every way, and then proceed to judge the rest of us by these impossible standards, which (they think) makes them perfect by association and thought process.

And when we screw up, what is it that makes them think that we all must live and die by every decision? That all decisions are non-negociable, irretractable and mortally final? Why, once we've made a mistake, must we beat ourselves up about it by not correcting it or undoing it? What good comes of carrying the burden for the rest of our lives? Is there a big spiritual kudo waiting for us on the other side for being (or portraying ourselves) as a martyr of every mistake we choose to wallow in?

I know 3 people like this or close to it. Compared to everything I'm going through, their lives are more complicated than mine because they have to tip toe around everyone, and walk a very high, very tense tightrope so as to not disturb the person and/or deity they are afraid of upsetting or disappointing. That's a cocoon I lived in for years and I outgrew it, like a normal person does. I heard on the news yesterday that a teenager killed himself because his relationship with fictional, online, fantasy-role-playing character didn't work out. Talk about a loss of perspective. I wonder what will happen to these perfect people know when they are disappointed by the person or thing they idolize.


The Struggle

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared, he
sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force
its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any
progress.

It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no
farther. Then the man decided to help the butterfly, so he took a pair of
scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon.

The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small,
shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly because he
expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able
to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened! In
fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a
swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.

What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the
restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get
through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of
the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it
achieved its freedom from the cocoon. Sometimes struggles are exactly what
we need in our life.

If we went through our lives without any obstacles, it would cripple us.
We would not be as strong as what we could have been. And we could never fly.

(author unknown)

Artist's rendering of Mistress Maria, Queen of the Dark
Copyright©Rion Vernon


My lovely friend Maria from London asked me to post this article. (You're welcome bunny.) I would never have guessed 'mother' as the most beautiful word of the English language. They must have surveyed nursing homes. My vote for the most beautiful word (excluding persons' names) is 'fuck.' Said passionately during heated circumstances, especially in concert with the word 'me,' it sounds beautiful. Maybe I'll post my own list of favorite words.
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‘Mother’ has been voted the most beautiful word in the English language by a poll of thousands of people compiled by the British Council cerebrating the 70th anniversary promoting English across the globe. Staff asked more than 7,000 people in 46 countries for their vote. Another 35,000 took part in an online poll in non -English countries. The British Council teaches the language to more than 500,000 people each year.

Surprisingly, the word ‘Father’ failed to make the list.

1. mother
2. passion
3. smile
4. love
5. eternity
6. fantastic
7. destiny
8. freedom
9. liberty
10.tranquillity
11.peace
12.blossom
13.sunshine
14.sweetheart
15.gorgeous
16.cherish
17.enthusiasm
18.hope
19.grace
20.rainbow
21.blue
22.sunflower
23.twinkle
24.serendipity
25.bliss
26.lullaby
27.sophisicated
28.renaissance
29.cute
30.cosy
31.butterfly
32.galaxy
33.hilarious
34.moment
35.extravaganza
36.aqua
37.sentiment
38.cosmopolitan
39.bubble
40.pumpkin
41.banana
42.lollipop
43.if
44.bumblebee
45.giggle
46.paradox
47.delicacy
48.peekaboo
49.umbrella
50.kangaroo
51.flappergaseted
52.hippotamus
53.gothic
54.coconut
55.smashing
56.whoops
57.tickle
58.loquacious
59.flip -flop
60.smithereens
61.oi
62.gazebo
63.hiccup
64.hodgepodge
65.shipshape
66.explosion
67.fuselage
68.zing
69.gum
70. hen- night

Because you expressed an interest... and for all the other men and women who like Amy.