You never know what you had until it’s gone, that saying irritates me. How can one not know what they have? Are they living in a world so selfish that they can’t see what is right in front of them? Why do people feel the need to throw away everything for something that is fleeting?
I cut my teeth on science fiction; literally, the first television show I have the most vivid memory of is Star Trek, the original, just in case there were questions regarding my age. A follow up on that were old horror movies on Saturday afternoons, Bela Lugosi, Lon Chaney and Boris Karloff were the order of the day. I was transported to a different place, a different time. Both futuristic and in the past, different planets, different continents, it was a unique way to grow up.
I learned so much from watching these shows, differences were to be celebrated not feared, what some see as monstrous, others see as miraculous. Fear incites atrocious behavior, and being a blood-sucking creature is bad.
Being human has its downfalls, we are fraught with frailties beyond the physical, what we don’t understand we ridicule and sometimes literally beat to death. What a horrific way to live, constantly fearing what one doesn’t understand, what is different.
I, for one, don’t understand it, when I was in elementary school I didn’t think I was human due to what I had watched at an early age. I didn’t think like everyone else, I craved the unknown, I wanted to be different, I knew I didn’t want to be one of the villagers killing the “monster”. When all along the monster was inside of them, the villagers were the monster, as I got older I realized that as a human I have the ability to not become one of them. I had the ability to make a choice, to become something else, someone else, embracing differences.
Yes, I was the weird kid in school; never quite fitting in, I read a lot, A LOT, as Tammi can tell you. I have always said whatever popped into my head; I have learned to temper that with a little common sense. I wore what I wanted, I didn’t follow the crowd, I was a fully functioning human at a young age.
I wasn’t bullied, because, well honestly, I was a little scary, ok, more than a little, I could take up for myself and didn’t put up with anything. I didn’t care what people thought about me and didn’t care what they said about me.
I honestly don’t understand why parents are not teaching their children to stand up for themselves against bullies, and I don’t understand how I have digressed into this topic. However, while I am here, people, teach your children fortitude, teach them that their differences are to be celebrated and teach them to stand up for themselves, where they can. I am not speaking about children who have disabilities, I am talking about the children that are for all intents and purposes, “normal” I use quotation marks because I really have no definition of what normal is, but in this instance I am speaking to the ones that have no physical limitations, no emotional limitations and are not fighting a learning disability.
For the parents of the bullies, what is wrong with you? You know your kid is mean! They had to learn it somewhere, I am guessing at home, since that is where I learned to stand up for people who have a hard time standing up for themselves. My grandpa taught me that, take a stand, don’t allow anyone to run over you or anyone else.
Isn’t that what this country was founded on, taking a stand? Standing up for the “little” guy and ourselves?
Snow Wishes
The drive in was very strange, the fog was thicker than I have ever seen it, I fully expected the Wolfman to jump out at every stop. The Lon Chaney Wolfman, not the Seth Green Oz version. Disconcerting at best, flat out scary at worst, however I made it safe and sound. Nothing jumped out and went bump in the darkness, on the one hand disappointing, the other hand, yay me.
So I read today in the news that Russia has their very own version of the Loch Ness monster, I wonder now if tourists will flock to that country to simply catch a glimpse of the beast. Why now is the question, if, as they claim, this beast has been sighted throughout the years for over 100 years. Why now to come out with the information? It is not exactly the tourist capitol of the world, when I hear Russia, I know I don’t want to jump up and make travel plans. It’s too cold for even me, and the people do not have a reputation for being friendly. I will stick with Scotland for my water monster tour.
My birthday is Sunday and there is not a hint of snow in the future, I have to ponder the question, is God unhappy with me? Why is He keeping the snow from me? I know He knows it comforts me; it reminds me there is great beauty in the world, when everything is going wrong, snow is the one thing that is right in my world. I will figure it out; I will cut out whatever is making Him angry with me. Last year I gladly gave up snow so Chewie could have it in heaven, now it is time for him to send some back to me.
I have my coffee perhaps that should be enough to tell me of God’s love for me, I’ll take it. In case you missed the show Saturday evening, it is now up on the website, http://www.convosate.com, it really is a great show. It is about forgiveness, us forgiving others as God forgives us. I am in awe of the talent that surrounds me. Shanon J is nothing short of amazing, we record and she edits the shows as well as being on air talent. She makes me sound good! Check us out; I am positive you will not be disappointed.
Foggy
I love fog, not the kind that is so thick you can’t see, the kind where it just looks creepy, it reminds me of the old, scary movies that I used to watch as a kid. The ones with Bela Lugosi, Vincent Price and Lon Chaney, I loved those movies, they were in black and white and so creepy. If you have not seen any of those, you really should find them and watch them, they are just greatness.
I grew up watching scary movies, they came on every Saturday afternoon when I was a kid, I have always been fascinated by the idea of Dracula, the Wolfman, Frankenstein’s monster and the Mummy, the thought that you could move things with just a twitch of your nose, or nodding your head and blinking, well the thought is heady indeed.
Please don’t get me wrong, I am no occultist, nor do I believe they really exist, I just enjoy a good story and those beings make good storytelling. I feel the need for a good Buffy Marathon, perhaps when I am off work, after Christmas, which would be a good time, I like watching them when I am alone and can have my popcorn and diet coke. No more milk duds, man I miss those. Maybe I can also watch my favorite Christmas movie, Holiday Inn, I love that movie, I think I shall watch that this weekend.
Well it is my Friday and I am so happy, I do believe I shall enjoy my weekend, recording tomorrow, getting Tess tomorrow after school, and I plan on decorating this weekend. We shall see, I feel rather lazy; however I do enjoy decorating for Christmas, even if it is just for me to enjoy. Having no small children in the home to decorate with, well it is totally different. If you have children still at home, enjoy this time of year, it does not last long. I miss decorating with my children. We all took such delight in decorating, then they would help their dad decorate. They had a double dose of Christmas, I wonder if they miss those days, or if they are happy they are over with.
Angie World 