I get so much crap for this all the time. I did more as a kid and teenager, but it still comes up and is so aggravating. People penalize me for using confusing phrases such as “the former and the latter”. Equally frustrating. Did I read dictionaries as a child? No. I would get upsetContinue reading “The “Big Words””
Monthly Archives: February 2016
People Are People, But Still…
Sometimes people really do aggravate me to no end it seems. What makes it worse is when the person who’s supposed to care, sticks up for that person instead of you. Take today, for example. One of Jon’s friends, Don, had commented on a link I had shared. I personally believe men should not beContinue reading “People Are People, But Still…”
Its The Little Things That Shouldn’t Matter
Are you asking yourself “Wait, what? I thought the little things DID matter!” Well, let me explain. In some cases that’s entirely true. However, for me, it’s exhausting and just plain annoying. Every day, I find some little thing that sets me off. It can make me cry for a few minutes, give me aContinue reading “Its The Little Things That Shouldn’t Matter”
Why I Can’t Respect Law Enforcement
This one is tough, and its not gonna be easy for me to write out either. But people ask me all the time, why do you hate cops? Why don’t you call a crackhead, they say. They call me ungrateful. Well, here you go. There’s a number of reasons behind why I can’t trust lawContinue reading “Why I Can’t Respect Law Enforcement”
The Oldies Station & That ’85 Scottsdale
If your father was there to raise you, how did he raise you? Did he share the responsibility with your mom, or did he do all the work? Was it because he was a single father? Or was he like mine, protecting his daughters from his unpredictable wife? Either way, I can imagine your childhood,Continue reading “The Oldies Station & That ’85 Scottsdale”
When Money’s My Trigger
Bipolar disorder is complex. Very complex. If I were asked to explain what a trigger is, imagine something traumatic that happened to you. Imagine someone burning that memory into every inch of your body like a brand. Now, imagine someone or something, it could be anything, crosses your path-and you cant escape the memory. It’sContinue reading “When Money’s My Trigger”