Now if you had done Latin at school as I did – And as the Monty Python crew did 😛
You could break the word down etymologically: Still you can google it. 😀
I have written a blog similar to this several times and deleted it. Knowing that people just don’t want to know:
But today I don’t give f-ck! Decided to have a whinge.
Despite having more than six decades of abuse; starting when I was a baby: And several major traumas, each of which would have caused PTSD on their own: All undiagnosed in my day: I had a “PollyAnna” outlook on life for approximately half a century.
But now I am so disillusioned with the human race: for their attitude to the planet: other life forms and one another!
I just don’t bother with people who make me feel uncomfortable:
A young lady that I met suggested that I was an empath and told me to Google same: But I don’t have to be an empath to know when I am being treated with contempt.
My Dad used to say – that only the lower echelons treat people with contempt: they are trying to make themselves seem important.
James Redfield (Celestine Prophecy) called them control dramas: And I have called them “power trips at someone else’s expense.”
I am so pleased that I don’t fit in:
To fit in one must be a mindless automaton:
To be successful, a sociopath and a narcissist:
This is of course a broad generalization and my personal opinion.
I do know some genuinely caring people and have true friends:
A friend, now deceased, used to say “There are always the good; the bad and the indifferent.”
Off on a slight tangent:
I am reading “Lion” by Saroo Brierley at the moment: His (adoptive) parents are an example of how I think humans should be.
Saroo’s time in Calcutta as a child was horrifying!
Quoting from Sarros’ book – page 45 “I was horrified to see two dead people lying among the piles of rubbish, one with his throat cut, and the other with his ears chopped off. I’d seen dead bodies before, when people had died at home and others saw that they were treated respectfully. But I hadn’t come across any just lying outside. Here, no-one seemed to pay any more attention to dead people than to dead animals, even if they seemed to have been violently attacked. These bodies lay in the open, under a hot sun, covered with flies and- it appeared – gnawed by rats.”
When writing, one is supposed to have a conclusion: so decided the following was my conclusion?
There seems no rhyme or reason for human existence – We are probably not indigenous to the planet ?
And now for my advert 😛 😛 😛
In primary school the class was asked to write an essay entitled “My Wish”
I wrote that I wished people would care more about looking after nature and the planet than money.
Seeing that this is never going to happen in my life time or possibly ever!
I wrote this short story for myself and as sympathetic magick