Dramatic Flair

Sometimes books are just so…

turned up to 11…

for no good reason. I can’t really deal with that level of intensity throughout.

Just take a breath.

I did read one that felt that way, but the plot and the situation warranted it, so it wasn’t bad. And I wanted to know what came next, unlike when you’re just dramatically flailing because you can.

Most of the time it’s better to have differing levels of intensity and drama throughout the book to help the story. And to keep the reader engaged.


Fisticuffs With Felines

Yesterday my cat tried to fight me. Not like a cat would if she hated you. Which I’m pretty sure would suck. More like I was doing something she didn’t like so she “bumped me” with her “fist” so I’d stop.

She came running up to me and meowed as if she wanted my attention. I reached down to pet her on her head.

She dodged that and went to smack my hand away. So, obviously I did it again. So did she. So we did this weird slo-mo fistfight.

I told her that she needed to remove herself from the situation if she didn’t want to be petted like I’d originally thought. But fighting with me is not okay.

So she sauntered off to eat some food.

I had another idea!

It’s just a face

It’s not Resting Bitch Face. I’m not bitchy just because I’m not laughing or smiling.  I don’t need to earn your approval and/or affection with fake facial expressions when I don’t feel like it. 

Don’t tell me to smile. Say something worth smiling about. 

And yes, I have leftover childhood issues that make me a little trigger happy over this. 
My mom used to pester me about my relaxed face. 

“Are you mad at me?” 

No just reading. 

“Are you sure you aren’t mad at me?” 

Nope, just sitting here. 

“Are you sure you aren’t mad?”

I’m mad now, thanks. Are you happy now?
I learned recently that people who have been in abusive relationships with people who get mad and attack out of nowhere associate neutral face with uncertainty and unpredictable anger bursts. So neutral to them feels really scary and they’d rather you were just mad. So they set that in motion because it’s predictable and not as scary. 

Wish I knew that a long time ago. 

I don’t just obey every stranger on the street when they tell me to do something. So say something funny or cool if you want me to smile or laugh. It’ll work better. 

#metoo #ibelieveyou

I am lucky enough to get to skip saying #metoo to these sexual assault and harassment posts. But I like to think that I can’t be an agent for change even for things that I haven’t personally experienced. 

If someone trusts you enough to tell you about an assault don’t say anything which conveys “what was there about the situation or your actions which makes this less true and therefore more palatable to me.” 

Just listen. Believe them. Hold them if appropriate. Love them through it. It’s not your job to establish guilt beyond a reasonable doubt. It’s your job as a friend or loved to be a friend or loved one. 


If you are experiencing abuse, please get help and make a plan to get out. 

Thoughts on Greatness 

A friend on Facebook asked what his friends think makes America great. Genuine thoughtful multiword answers. 

This is challenging to answer because I don’t feel like we are that great anymore. Nor have we been for a while. The folks I hear wanting to make America great again seem to want to go back to a time when everyone knew their place and kept quiet if they didn’t like it. 

Before the money was freed from actual gold. Before inflation outpaced earnings. 

But I didn’t really mean to spin off that direction. 

This is my answer:

The things that I feel make us great are pretty shaky lately. Great innovation, brilliant and creative thinkers. The ideal that we are all in it together and rise or fall together. The role of protector. We used to fight for the little guy, there’s a whole lot of “every man for himself” anymore. 

Ideals over profit. Especially in government.

We used to be a nation of ideals and values that could be looked up to. And even if you didn’t agree with our methods, as not everyone does, you knew that the intention was usually pretty good. Our hearts were in the right place. 

Now our hearts are in our pockets and we just carry a bigger stick than anyone else. 

Can’t unhear it. 

I dig The Bee Gees. I like a lot of their music and think that they seemed nice in all the interviews I’ve seen them in. 

Recently I was listening to one of their songs and all of a sudden I heard the lyrics and really listened to what they were saying. 

You don’t know what it’s like

To love somebody 

The way that I love you”

Uh, no. I guess I couldn’t possibly. I mean there’s no way it’s at all equitable. 

Or maybe I don’t know at all. And you’re some creepy stalker type. Burning in some unrequited love fantasy about me. 
Ergh. This keeps playing in my head now. Maybe it will ease off now that I’ve released it into the wild. 

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