I lived in a really safe town for a really long time.
We had crime there, but it was the stolen bicycle kind of crime.
If you forgot to lock your door at night it was no big deal.
Then we moved away from there and every place I've lived since has been very crime-y.
I have not adapted well to this (<--- really big understatement).
I also have PTSD so you can imagine that living around crime is not the best thing for my mental health. Hypervigilance is a symptom of PTSD so I am always on guard to begin with; throw in living in a crime-y climate and I'm like this guy, pretty much 24/7:
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Friday, June 28, 2019
Friday, June 14, 2019
Thursday, June 13, 2019
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It's Okay To Not Forgive |
It happened again this morning.
I was on Facebook, scrolling as I drank my first cup of coffee. One of the pages I follow posted some platitudinal rubbish about for every person you forgive, you heal a wound of your own.
Platitudes are high up on the list of things that are the bane of my existence.
By definition, they are dull and insipid; a banal, trite, or stale remark. You know, the kind of thing that inspires eye rolls. The kind of thing that is a blanket statement that is supposed to apply to every single person, no matter the/their circumstance, as if the entire population of the entire world should all be doing the exact same thing all the time without exception and then we will achieve some kind of Stepford Wife-ish nirvana.
Then later, adding insult to injury and also on Facebook, I saw a post that said:
I was on Facebook, scrolling as I drank my first cup of coffee. One of the pages I follow posted some platitudinal rubbish about for every person you forgive, you heal a wound of your own.
By definition, they are dull and insipid; a banal, trite, or stale remark. You know, the kind of thing that inspires eye rolls. The kind of thing that is a blanket statement that is supposed to apply to every single person, no matter the/their circumstance, as if the entire population of the entire world should all be doing the exact same thing all the time without exception and then we will achieve some kind of Stepford Wife-ish nirvana.
Then later, adding insult to injury and also on Facebook, I saw a post that said:
Tuesday, June 11, 2019
Monday, June 10, 2019
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Sitting Still On A Friday |
More evidence that sometimes something good comes from something bad:
Last week Sherilyn was not feeling well with a pretty good cough and general malaise and so I got to work making a vat of chicken soup for her. This is what I do whenever any one of us is sick as a pot of my very garlicky chicken soup has been known to cure most ills.
Then I got the idea to mix up a batch of fresh juice for her and us, too. The more vitamins, the better, right? But I didn't want to drag out the juicer because cleaning that thing after usage is a nightmare, so I decided to use the Ninja thing with the big attachment.
This is really boring so far but here comes the good part.
Last week Sherilyn was not feeling well with a pretty good cough and general malaise and so I got to work making a vat of chicken soup for her. This is what I do whenever any one of us is sick as a pot of my very garlicky chicken soup has been known to cure most ills.
Then I got the idea to mix up a batch of fresh juice for her and us, too. The more vitamins, the better, right? But I didn't want to drag out the juicer because cleaning that thing after usage is a nightmare, so I decided to use the Ninja thing with the big attachment.
This is really boring so far but here comes the good part.
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