SHARE YOUR WORLD 5-31-2021 Memorial Day
We got two weeks of warm, warmer, and downright hot and humid weather in the middle of May, followed up by very cold, rainy, windy, nasty weather for the past four days. I think it’s going to warm up again tomorrow. Probably it will go directly from the low forties to the 80s or 90s with humidity to die from.
We do have bizarre weather and with climate changing, it’s getting worse. Also, getting more sudden. One day it’s hot and humid, the next day cool and dry, the day after, nearly freezing with wind and rain. Every once in a while, the forecasts are correct.
QUESTIONS:
What activity instantly calms you?
Sleep. I am usually very calm while sleeping. Except the other day, I had one of those nightmare from which I work up screaming. I was so loud that Owen came upstairs to see if I was alright, the Duke started barking — and OMG! Garry woke up. It was a repetitive dream about flying monsters. These looked like squids with fangs. Sometimes they look like big spiders with fangs.
These were wrapping themselves around my head. I’ve been having these dreams for a long time. Decades. I haven’t had one in a long time so I must be feeling stressed out.
But usually, I’m quiet when I sleep. Usually.
What’s the most spontaneous thing you’ve done lately?
Other than making sweet and pungent shrimp for dinner? There’s not much spontaneity pinging around here in recent months. Just saying.
If people receive a purple heart for bravery, what would other color hearts represent? (Example yellow heart = cowardice)
Brown for when you’re so scared you shit yourself?
What is the bravest thing you’ve ever done or witnessed someone else do?
When I was 12, I told my father he could not frighten me anymore. He hit me. I let him. He screamed at me. I told him that fear was not respect and he could be as brutal as he wanted, but I would never respect him because he was not worthy of respect.
It was also the last time he hit me. I have a rule. You hit me, I’m gone. I put up with my father. I never put up with it again.
How do you show gratitude to the people you respect?
I try to be respectful to everyone. I do not necessarily succeed. Rude people make me angry and I’m not at my best when I’m mad. I try to always include please and thank you and I apologize if I know I’ve been wrong.
I try to make it right when I can. I do this for everyone if I possibly can. It’s getting harder every day to be respectful since so many people seem to have no manners at all.
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SERENDIPITY - SEEKING INTELLIGENT LIFE ON EARTH 
PARENTS CAN’T SEEM TO WIN FOR LOSING. I HAD WONDERFUL, LOVING PARENTS WHO SUPPORTED ME IN EVERY WAY. HOWEVER, THE ONLY MISTAKE THEY MADE WAS IN BELIEVING I WA SMARTER THAN I WAS. I DIDN’T REALLY HAVE A CLUE ABOUT HOW TO HANDLE PEOPLE WHO WEREN’T AS LOVING AS THEY WERE. AS A RESULT, I ENTERED A MARRIAGE WITH A RETURNING G.I. WHO HAD DEEP-SEATED MENTAL AND EMOTIONAL ISSUES THAT i, AT AGE 19, HAD NO CLUE HOW TO EFFECTIVELY HANDLE. HE REALLY NEEDED PROFESSIONAL HELP THAT HE REFUSED TO TAKE.AFTER SIX YEARS AND A PHYSICAL INCIDENT, I DECIDED A DIVORCE WAS IN ORDER . I HAD A FOUR-YEAR OLD DAUGHTER THAT I RAISED AND HE DID NOT SEE AGAIN UNTIL SHE WAS IN HER 30S. THE WHOLE EXPERIENCE WAS AKIN TO A ROLLER COASTER RIDE,NEVER KNOWING FROM ONE HOUR TO THE NEXT WHAT HIS MOOD WAS GOING TO BE. I’LL TAKE THE COASTER ANY TIME.
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AGAIN, LOVELY FLOWER PHOTOS. I THINK EVERYONE WHO FACES LIFE AND TRIES TO MAKE SENSE OF IT IS BRAVE. . WE NEVER KNOW WHAT LURKS AROUND THE NEXT CORNER AND NEED TO BE READY TO DEAL WITH IT.
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I know that having had a hard time growing up, I was a lot tougher as an adult than most kids. I knew where my lines were drawn.
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Very inspiring answer about being brave.
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I often feel obliged to make a distinction between thrill seeking — which can be dangerous but isn’t brave because you are doing it for fun — and genuine bravery where you have to face something you fear. It’s why every soldier doesn’t get a medal just for stepping on a battlefield although I personally think every soldier should get at least one medal. Merely stepping into battle IS brave. But facing an angry, narcissistic parent is especially frightening because we are all fundamentally scared of parents. They are the people on whom we have depended — like it or not — since birth. It is very difficult to fight back. It was an important moment for me and it changed that relationship. It didn’t improve it, but it drew some lines in the sand that never were broken again.
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You’re right, we are afraid or maybe in awe of our parents. Facing an angry and dominating parent is indeed brave , more than a soldier who at least has something to defend himself with.
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Thanks, Marilyn for Sharing Your World! Riding a roller coaster is very brave, ranking right up there with any brave act you care to name. But then I’m phobic about those things too. Your heart color made me laugh! Your answer rates as the funniest one I’ve seen so far! *snicker* It even fits (to a degree) with today’s Word of the Day! *double snicker and one chortle* 😉 Your bravery answer was amazing. It’s true I think that facing down a bully will usually make the bully back down/off. It’s a pity that your father was so brutal to you. You have my sympathy. You’ve gone on to live an amazing and rich life despite his harsh treatment, so you won. Not him. Thanks for being a light in the wilderness for many of us! I’m very grateful for YOU! Have a splendid week and stay cool (or warm depending). 😉
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It is ironic that had my father had access to the drugs available now he might have been a much more normal human being. But there WERE no anti-depressants. There were sleeping pills and what are not banned substances for “calming” that were closer to stupefying, but the variety available now and the commonality of their use might have changed lives for the better.
A lot of people seem to forget that all those bad men and women were often parents too. Craziness can be personally difficult, but when it is also affects an entire family, no one escapes entirely intact. I often wonder how much different life might have been with the kinds of medication that is so common today. But of course, there is also no guarantee he would have been willing to take it. A lot of men won’t. Especially the narcissists who I suspect enjoy their reign of power, even if it’s just power to make the life of their children miserable.
The reason I don’t think getting on a roller coaster is brave is that it’s a choice. No one forces you to go on it. You decide to do it or not, but it’s not brave. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to do it. There are rides I won’t go on because they make me dizzy or sick. Anything that spins or turns me upside down is a no-no for me. But I do love roller coasters. You get that wonderful adrenaline high without stepping into REAL danger. Usually.
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I can testify to the comments about your Dad. It’s really a miracle you’ve survived although there are scars that will never show. I’m very proud of you. Maybe a bit awed.
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