“I Went to a Strip Club”

And, yes, I have.  Doubt I will go again.  However, that’s not what this post is about.

This is about some church folk who go to a strip club and what happens.

Now, most of you know that I am not “religious”.  That I don’t get much into a lot of what the church says you “gotta” or “what happens”  that sort of thing.  But, this is just wonderful to read and see people “stepping outside of their comfort zones”.  That’s the big thing I get from it.  They stepped outside and things began to happen.

Apply this to whatever or wherever in your life you choose.  Just read it and think about it.

“I Went to a Strip Club”

Namaste,

Scott

Getting Back to Normal, at least, for Me…

I have not been myself over the last few weeks.  I look back at my posts and see that many of them were not very good, were not concerned with my main ideas here:  writing and feelings.

I have been trying new things out on here and some of them have failed, some miserably so.

Oh, the views may not have gone down, but I did notice how much higher they were when I stuck to my two aims.

I have been working on defining my blog – again.  I tend to change things up (ADD at work in an adult, I suppose).  I tend to forget what I started my blog for – a chance to help others see value in themselves.  I have expanded that concept, added to it.  Now my blog is supposed to run on a bit of a schedule:

Saturday-Wednesday is supposed to be a mixture of something that bothers me, something that amazes me, and something I feel.  Thursday is Friday Fictioneers – a chance for me to change and hone my writing abilities.  Friday is Five Sentence Fiction – another opportunity for me to write a bit more but still hone my skills.  It doesn’t always follow that exact schedule, but that is the deal 5-1-1 (5 about things, 1 about FF, 1 about FSF).  It was a good schedule and people liked it.

But, I gave in to the damned aspect that life changes (who’d have thunk it?).  I started feeling better and doing more outside of my blog; I started getting tired – again.  This led to late days, nights without much sleep, and posts having to be done in a rush, at night, when I was tired.  I began to S-L-A-C-K.

I can explain it to myself; I got too busy.  I am doing too much.  My days are filled, so my nights are squeezed.   I even got a little to the point that I felt pressured to do my blog posts.

This came to a point in the last few days when I did see my views drop (perhaps, due to the holiday coming up, but I prefer to use it as a lesson).  I rushed a couple of them and chose topics that, well, sucked.

So, here I am, trying to get back to normal.  This post is about feelings.  I feel terrible; I feel as if I have let you all down.  You follow me and I didn’t deliver as per usual.  So, here I am, back to it – feeling and writing about it.

What I will try to do is keep back to my original 5-1-1 plan.  The 5 may include some posts about movies; it may be some poetry; it may deal with some things that don’t come across as “feely”; however, I will tell you that my intent will be to show myself to you – through my views, my poems, my writing, my reviews.  And, I always want you to play a part in it.  I love hearing your responses.  You are my family and I thank you for putting up with my “boring” lapse into meaninglessness.

I will endeavor to stick to my plan and give you all feelings to deal with.  I will show myself in my writing and remember that you are not my audience – you are all, each and every one of you, someone I care for and feel  as close to as I can, given what you share back with me.

Namaste,

Scott

Comment become Post

This post is a comment that I made on Alienhippy’s post here ->Post<–.  If you will, read her post, then my comment.  It took a lot out of me to write and share this.

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The biggest thing wrong with a lot of people is simply the attitude they take when someone/thing is a bit different than they are.  If this happens, they get nervous; it bothers them and they, usually, respond with anger, violence, shock, denial, or all of the above.

I am a bit different, but most of that is because I was treated with anger, violence, shock, denial, or any or all of the above because I was seen as different.  My biggest difference was simply that I cared about people and things that many others didn’t.  I did not react as a “male” is supposed to.

I am grown now and I understand that how I react now is (was) more passionate, more wonderful, and healthier for me than keeping it bottled up certainly was.  It took a stroke for me and near-death to come to the point of saying, “You all are not right” referring to those who delivered (and some still do) the hate, worry, disgust they were taught to show at people who are loving, kind, and do not quite fit their idea of who I should be.

I try to love everyone.  In that, I succeed; I try to like everyone; in that, I often fail.  Don’t give up; don’t let them hurt you in any way.  You are more like the person I would enjoy being around than many of those so-called “normal” people; I don’t fit there all the time either.  Might be part of the reason I am not married or in a serious relationship.  I think, sometimes, too much.  I can’t let some things go and I know how I will feel if it goes on for a length of time.  It doesn’t work, so I let it go.

I am not alone, as God is always with me, but it would be nice to have others feel as I do and share with me as I would like to share with them.  I don’t worry anymore; I understand that I am, most likely, better off waiting, even if that wait is forever.  I do know how you feel.  I do care about how you feel.  I have been feeling down lately.  Not depression, just that down feeling you can get when you really think things through and it all starts to make sense and that sense is not what you hoped for.

This comment is long enough and important enough that I am going to make it a post and link your post to it.  People need to read and understand and begin to see that “normal” is a wide variation and range and not just a sliver of “perfection”.

In order to fully love and understand, you have to open up and let those others in a bit.  I am talking to those “normal” people who shut the others out.  They, me, need you all to accept just a bit more and be willing to listen and receive our thoughts, words, deeds.

Perhaps, the horrible deeds, the dark things that happen in this world are brought to perfection by God who instills within us words of comfort and solace and shows that we can come together over horrible things and our grief.  Perhaps, it is also to show us that we can start here, but that, eventually, we need this same connection with the good times, and then, with the “normal” times.

To you, Alienhippy, I want to say my heart is with you and I understand “differences” and still want to share with you and Sam and all the others who feels distanced by the ones who want/try to shut us out.  Smile, we are “normal” because all people are unique – we are too.
Namaste,
Scott