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Free Writing February: Take 7

Why do we have rules?
Why do people post, even make others commit to obeying if they will never enforce them?
Why do we set a higher standard to those who don't break rules, but a lesser standard to those who refuse or aren't smart enough to comply?
Are rules, in their truest sense, a form of comfort or cowardice? Do those who make rules do it to convey power or to boost their ego. I am not talking about laws, but simply rules. I am not a disciplinarian in any form, but I command respect. Notice I did not write "demand," as who am I to force my will upon another. I gain respect by showing respect to those who the situation would imply I am superior. I do not ever want another human being to think I want to wield power over them and I am disgusted by those whose egos are so fragile., or they are simply afraid of any type of confrontation, to think (keyword: think) they wield power over me.

Again, why do we have rules? Is it that people, who through their own words and…
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Free Writing February: Take 6

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Free Writing February: Take 5

I keep saying free writing but keep having themes. I'll try to be different this time. I went into work ten minutes late this week. The latest I've been all year. One, two minutes, is usually my max. Coworkers joked that on-time is late for me. I wasn't even the latest. Oh yeah, and I did it on purpose. Not surprising, nothing was done in those ten minutes, except by the two people who were there last year. Interesting when people do nothing, then try to take control of the situation, once it's been set. Credit is so important for some. I am thinking of giving an anonymous gift. That's how important it is to me. I am so tired of the lack of accountability in the world, yet the desire, no demand for credit. The irony is lost on these insufferable souls. I'm tired after work. I wasn't tired after work last year. I'm exhausted. I'm doing the job of three people and missing out on why I do the job. I'm not the only one in this situation. The funny t…

Free Writing February: Take 4

Jealousy. Envy. Covetousness.
Not words to describe emotions I'm used to.
Is it possible to not be jealous about someone's happiness, when you desire the same?
Is it possible to not envy someone's situation, but admire it fully?.
Is it possible to understand reality, accept it, and have covetousness not be present?

The simple answer is yes, but isn't happiness for ourselves born out of us having something we feel others do not? It's not to say we can't all share similar situations, successes, and dreams, but are they really the same? No one person can have the exact job, exact marriage, exact kids, or exact life of another, so isn't impossible to fully appreciate another's life, even if it's simply the newness of it?

Are we not more critical of those we care about if we truly care? Do we not want more for them than they expect for themselves? What if we admire two things, knowing one is impossible, one is probable, and the paradox of their existence…

Free Writing February: Take 3

Whispering about the kids, the coworkers, life in general. Some are never happy with their own lives and seek either comfort in the lives of others, or go to great lengths to disrupt them. But kids? How does someone, at the age most would consider an adult, get pleasure from this? Maybe I simply don't understand. A person, always angered to the point it has even distorted their smile. Is it a smile, or a smirk. Is there plotting always, or do they sleep? I worry as I am the easiest target. I fit the profile(s). I care too much and that is my weakness. I protect those who take it for granted. I complain to deaf ears (always). I drive and I rant. I write and I rant. To no avail. Surrounded every moment by those who are so unhappy with their own lives, they strive to create chaos, without it ever affecting them. It works. For them. For me, the simple pleasure of quiet, solitude, the soft purr, and sighs, are disrupted each day by what they call drama, but as I've written before, …

Free Writing February: Take 2

I've not yet had my coffee, but this does not matter. I am not one to pretend that the flavors, aromas, and caffeine are some magical elixir. I simply like it, and like many, feel conditioned to drink it. I enjoy it as much after the sun has set as I do before it has risen. Swag has taken a few bites and then a rabbit caught his eye. I'm rooting for the rabbit. I can take care of his defeat. I think about people's fantasies and wonder if others fantasize about the things I do. I tend to think they do not. I'm starting to feel my age. Let me rephrase that. I'm starting to become more aware of my age. Not the creaks and cracks, but the reaction from others. Sir! I keep promising the next six months will be different, but I'll be writing about this come July, I'm sure of it, then again in August? Spare change my pay for my weekend. It's been a while since I've been in this position. Not much better off, but better. I'm trying to pay less attention …

Free Writing February: Take 1

Being a chameleon isn't always easy, or fun. Sometimes I forget what form I've taken.
Money. Those who don't care about it can be overwhelmed when it comes their way.
Mi Casa, Su Casa, but if you don't have respect for yourself, get out.
Things would be different if we were all born at the same time.
48 years and I'm still a stranger, an outsider, an "other."
Dirty dishes left in the sink. Misspellings. Bless you.
I'm vegan and I appreciate you trying. Sincerely!
Age creeps up on you. Sometimes you forget.
Smiles. Jokes. Laughter. People are hurting.
There is nothing random about bragging.
Play All I Want For Christmas. OK!
Who I am is not who I am.  Tiny Cabin.
Solitude.
Swag.