Of boxes of kittens and ways we could have handled this differently

I legitimately dislike the news.

Why? It always has to be something more terrible, more tragic, or just flat out more. For the past two days, every time I look at a TV or glance at Facebook’s “trending” column, it’s all about the riots in Maryland. Earthquake in Nepal? Sure! Natural disasters sell, right? But people looting and beating each other intentionally? That’s way better! Get the cameras, kiddies! Good news, simply put, isn’t interesting. It isn’t sensational. It doesn’t sell. People don’t want to see pictures of someone rescuing a box of kittens when they can watch someone get shot in the back.

I’ll probably offend people with this, but this isn’t about a black guy dying in a holding cell. It’s a convenient excuse, regardless of race, for people to throw a violent and illegal temper tantrum. Martin Luther King Jr. changed views on race in the country, especially the South, without taking a baseball bat to a cop car. His non-violent approach allowed people to understand his point much better. All these crazy people are doing is solidifying beliefs that they’re degenerate criminals. I don’t know about you, but I’m not going to listen to someone who, instead of trying to explain their stance on an issue first, goes straight for the sand filled rubber hose. You’re racking up a list of felonies, then expecting authorities to concede your point? That’s just stupid. I don’t care what color you are. It’s okay to be angry. It’s okay to want an explanation. It’s okay to expect full disclosure. It’s not okay to take it to this kind of extreme. The great equalizer is stupid comes in all shapes, sizes, colors, creeds, and genders.

The sad part is the good things in the world do get drowned out in favor of the above. What about the people who are trying to do something positive in spite of all the poor life choices around them? What about the box of kittens that was rescued? What about the person who rescued said box of kittens? Most people in the world are good people, but positive things rarely get the air time they deserve. When you have to natter on for 24 hours a day about “news”, a box of kittens just won’t cut it. It’s unfortunate because the good in the world should be recognized more than it is. The people who are working to make the world a better place should get the same air time, even if it’s just their corner of it.

From an expert at throwing epic tantrums – excuse yourself, go scream, punch pillows, cry, call someone names, then pull yourself together, & go deal with the situation maturely. It’ll get you a lot further in life. But you don’t have to take my word for it.


Of shedding the old and jumping into the new

Time to get reflective, as one does on New Year’s Eve.

This year sucked. It was painful, expensive, and constantly kicked me in the ladyballs until I fell over. I dug myself out of holes, some deep, some shallow. I think 2010 edged it out slightly on the crap meter, but it’s running a close second. That’s not to say there weren’t good things this year. I got promoted and the raise that comes along with it. I found out exactly where I stand with Boy. I found out who I can lean on and who should be let go. I was shoved forcibly out of my comfort zone and fell flat on my face. I learned a lot, most of it the hard way.

I’m not making specific resolutions for 2014. It’s too easy to drop them because there’s such a fine point. In general, I want to listen to myself more. Stop forcing myself to do things that don’t fit, literally and figuratively. Embrace my evolution instead of sticking to what I know. They don’t call it growing pains for nothing. Stop writing things off wholesale because it doesn’t fit with who I am now. It doesn’t hurt to stick a toe in and see what happens. I’ll spend more time traveling next year. I’ll laugh so hard I cry. I’ll cry so hard I laugh. I’ll see my best friends and make new ones. I’ll watch my niece and nephew grow up. I’ll keep my sense of humor about crap situations. Some of the hardest times I’ve laughed was when my dad was going through cancer treatments. I’ll shed what doesn’t serve me and pick up things and people who do. I’ll stop taking myself so seriously and taking things personally. I’ll wear glittery lip gloss while hiking. The good thing about standing at the bottom is the ability to come back up. Of course bad things will happen. It’s life. It doesn’t mean I can’t find something to smile or laugh about. Come on, 2014, let’s dance.

XOXO & see you on the other side.