You Can Only Fix Ignorant If Stupid Doesn't Get In The Way...

Hi!





We walk through life, most of the time, quickly, frequently distracted and often, while sporting blinders.

Yes, we try to keep up with current events, with what the Kardashians ate for breakfast, the latest political drama, and the Joneses.

Yes, we do our best to meet deadlines, goals, and, if we choose, that special someone.

Yes to all of the above, and good on us for doing so.


Even in knowing this, that the collective "we" are always trying, it doesn't stop me from wondering, at times, what the hell is wrong with some people.


Those who know me, or read these ramblings on a regular basis know I am all about everyone living the life that makes them shine, whatever that is. With one caveat, never hurt on purpose.

We, as the human imperfection we are, cause enough pain without intentionally doing so. To do so on purpose, with that specific goal in mind, sorry, but that is just messed up.


We see it all the time in the news, in workplaces, in schools, on playgrounds, walking down the street. Little bullies tend to become big bullies, the platform is the only thing that changes.

Here's to you, those who intentionally inflict harm.


It is highly likely that something in your childhood helped create this need to hurt. You may not do it physically often, or if at all. You may inflict it upon those who love you or on perfectly imperfect strangers, or both. You may use this as a coping mechanism to fight off your inner demons. You may think it makes you a comic god in front of your friends.

Whatever justification you want to give it. Think. Let yourself care for a minute, or at least pretend to.

What exactly is your end goal with this? Where does treating people like garbage lead you? How can creating misery possibly make your life any better? Make me understand the thinking behind this, if any exists. Help me see.

What is the purpose of calling people horrible names out of the window of a moving car, and throwing things at them?

What is the reason for commenting negatively on someone's appearance/orientation/haircut/gender?

What is the end goal of making people feel "less than" for whatever reason?

If this is how you choose to walk through life, help me to understand.

Living through trauma is not a license to treat people like crap with no consequence. Living through trauma does not mean you get a pass. Living through trauma doesn't mean you have to continually recreate it.

For those who are hit by the shards...


The garbage spewers deserve absolutely none of your energy, none of your time, zero space in your soul.

If they know you, profess to love you, yet make you feel "less than" in any way, you can't fix that, you can't fix them. And don't kid yourself, all of that crap, all of it, is 100% them.  All you can do is make the decision not to take it.

If they don't know you. If they want to yell from moving vehicles, if they want to be keyboard cowards, let it go. Do you. The best revenge is to live life well and be happy. Let it go. The cold never bothered you anyway.

You can't force anyone to understand facts. You can't force anyone to be decent. You can't force anyone to be kind. You can't force anyone to show respect.

You can only fix ignorant if stupid doesn't get in the way.


If you are inflicting this crap. Stop it.
If you are having this crap inflicted upon you. Reject it.
If you are a witness to this crap. Stomp it.



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Until next time...


May you find a million reasons to smile, a thousand to laugh, and not even one to cry.
May you keep stepping, doing your best, never letting anyone steal your fire to try.

May you be your own hero, your own cheerleader, whenever you feel alone.
May you remember you are a warrior, a queen, never relinquish your throne.

May you know that those who truly love you will never want to hold you down.
May you remember you are a hero, a queen, never relinquish your crown.

May you remember no one can take your power, it only becomes theirs if you surrender.
May you know, really know, you were made to shine, in all your glory, all your splendor.



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