People have a tendency to speak without thinking. Nothing has made this more evident than Michael Brown’s shooting in Ferguson, the death of Robin Williams by suicide, and Ray Rice being suspended indefinitely from the NFL after video surfaced of him punching his then-fiancée in the face.
I understand that everyone has an opinion. My issue is when folks fail to consider the faintest possibility that this could happen to them.
Here are a few things I’ve heard in recent months on regards to the above events:
The police won’t shoot you without reason. He had to have done something to provoke the officer.
How can you just hang yourself? That’s selfish. I could never do that.
I wouldn’t stay around if my boyfriend/fiancé/husband hit me. Why did she stay? Why did she marry him? I bet it was the money that made her stay. She probably provoked him to him her.
That’s just a taste of the ignorance I’ve read and/or heard. People speak and/or type these opinion in a public space and have no clue who’s around to hear it.
There’s a point when opinions can easily become ignorant commentary. Please refrain from speaking about what you know nothing about.
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When I’m going through something, I don’t necessarily want people to help me in the verbal sense. To me, the fewer people involved the better.
When I initially looked at the prompts for this month’s NaBloPoMo, I was a bit stumped. I didn’t think that I could write about mnemonics for an entire month. But I signed up for it so I had to see it through. So I took a deep breath and told myself “I got this”.
Actually, I’ve had to tell myself this a lot this month.
I have to say August has been a trying month. Death hit really close to home and setbacks knocked me off my feet. I’m tired of being in my feelings, but nothing gets accomplished by doing nothing?
I’ve got this.
To be fair, the month hasn’t been all bad. There were some bright spots. I scored some great deals on items/services I really needed and got some great ideas for future projects. Most importantly, I gained some much needed clarity.
I felt compelled to share this because we all go through storms. You can mope about it for a bit, but you have to dust yourself off, get up, and prepare to fight your way through the storm. Trouble doesn’t last always.
You’ve got this.
My bad memories aren’t so bad. In fact, those bad memories contributed to my overall happiness.
If this sounds absolutely ridiculous, hear me out.
My life consists of good and bad memories. I can’t afford to forget the bad memories because the lessons I learned are too valuable.
Those lessons I learned keep me from repeating the same mistakes that initially created the lessons. Not having to endure that again makes me a happier person.
When you put it that way, it doesn’t sound that ridiculous, does it?