Saturday, October 21, 2017

The worst thing to say... someone who is unhappy, is:

You should count your blessings. Try to be more positive.


Am I the only one who sometimes needs to be able to vocalize what's troubling me? Honestly, I cope with life better when I can talk about stuff. Why does that make other people so uncomfortable? Why does that infuriate folks?

When I sound remotely like this guy:

I am immediately reprimanded and told to become this guy:

So. Freaking. Annoying. (Telly really isn't that bad. Ok, he's sort of a negative Nelly at times, but Abbycadabby is fake as heck. Like anybody is ever that happy all the time. Please.)

I swear this is why we have this generation of millennials who need their "safe spaces" with crayons and play dough. Why people lose their mind when they hear things they don't want to hear, or see things they don't want to see... because we live in a society that tries to police what others think, feel, and share. We don't allow folks to feel their anger or sadness--we ask them to shut up, focus on the positive, keep their thoughts to themselves, or better yet, go to a doctor and get on a pill that will numb them, because surely feeling something less than joyful, oblivious, or numb must be stopped. That real-ness, raw-ness, blatancy must  be quashed along with any so-called free thinking that doesn't coincide with the world's most popular narrative.

Do not speak up, unless it's for a pre approved topic. Do not raise your voice, unless it's for a pre approved cause. Do not raise your voice, unless it's against a crappy president. Do not share sadness, unless it's for something society as a whole can relate to. Numb yourself to anything that might bring down the temperament of someone listening. Numb yourself to anything that, that might offend if shared. Deny yourself the time to grieve, miss, or feel disappointment, because those emotions are negative, and negativity is a no no. Duh.


I know, Telly, I'm confused, too.

This monster says B.S.

Some days I am happy and joyful. In fact, most days I am. Some days I laugh a lot. Some days I have creativity flowing out of me like a flash flood. Some days I want hugs and kisses and to tell everyone I know that I love them more than cheese--which is a lot, in case you didn't know. Some days I want to put on makeup and pretty clothes and walk around in the sunshine. Some days I go to bed content and pleased with how my life is turning out, and how many blessings I've been given.

Other days I am sullen and down. Some days I miss things that other people wouldn't miss, like the smell of rain, or the way the wind hisses on wheat fields in the fall. Some days I have to remind myself to stick with it, and to not be a grump to everyone I meet. Some days I have to pray for God to give me patience, creativity, and fortitude. Some days I like to stay in PJ's and wear a bandana on my head like a homeless biker. Some days I go to bed knowing that tomorrow is another day, and that today was just a crappy go of it, and that's okay.

It happens.

I call B.S. to those who think all negativity should be carefully contained and bottled up inside, or numbed with pills designed for folks with much bigger issues. I say let people feel what they feel and stop trying to avoid real, live feelings. Feelings aren't something to fear. Feelings are real, raw, and organic--whether they're negative or positive--and nobody can ignore them forever. To try is to try to fix a dam with a band aid.

Not so effective.

Eventually we all have to be honest with ourselves, and let those feelings out. We can't all pretend like life is one constant stream of positivity, with our snapshots with fake smiles and hands on hips. Sometimes even the Emotion Police, as I so lovingly call them, have to feel things that aren't so positive. You can't hide from life forever, and you can't expect others to do so.

I prefer to be real. All the time, even when it annoys everyone around me.