Tears or Fears?

Nice try.

Not buying it.

Never been much of a shopper.

More of a “know it when I see it”, kinda thing.

The future is never written in stone.

Character is the ability to carry out a good resolution long after the excitement of the moment has passed.

Is that what you meant by “character”?………The character in the prompt, assigned to write about today? I wasn’t sure.

Challenge accepted.

Sewing or sowing has nothing to do with it. Without proper nourishment, proper nuture, nothing grows, much less is able to be measured with a yard stick on a door. Threaded with a needle. Especially when the goal post is constantly moved. No one can throw that far.

Except. Maybe, Hercules. He is a beast. A good dog.

Much less follow as the plates shift so repeatedly and repetitiously. Please. Dark shadows do not allow clear or clear-headed thinking. Looking down is one thing. Averting eyes is one thing. Pretending is a whole ‘nother ball of wax. Violence is violence. Humiliation is humiliation. It is what it is.

Threatening hunger is just another low blow. A speed bump in the bigger picture of trying to re-gain control. Pay attention to what people do, not to what they say. Recognize there are forces, sometimes invisible, that are poised to “stab you in the back”.

Know and known this all-too-well-fact like the back of my hand. Personally, not a “foreigner” to this concept at all. For what it may be worth to note. To those who care about growing up, grown-ups, kids and truth,

The Big Guy in the sky is watching. (Clarification, not gigle, or Gogle.)

The REAL Big Guy. Protection sometimes requires prayers, sometimes requires” free” advice. Here goes:

Watch your back. Watch the nonsense. Watch who is friends with who, or whom.

Literally assumes an individual “capable”. Of reading the signs. Of interpreting the cues. Of learning the lesson. Of learning their lesson.

Figuratively assumes an individual “capable”. Of reading the sings. Of interpreting the cues. Of learning the lesson. Of learning their lesson.

Heck. Power is the principle.Again? Harumph. Again. It has been noted, that when dissected, the word “Assume” has a completely different meaning. (Parent in the room required upon expression).

When the goal post keeps moving. The lesson will never be learned.

Growing up is only a small part of the equation. Small ball. When adults in the room refuse ownership, no other option exists. We all cry from time to time. For many different reasons. Projecting constantly streaming endless streams of unfounded fears, it is no wonder we are in the midst of crises of confidences. Seriously. I am crying right now because I did not know the rules.

Gosh darn it. Blaming the kids. Again? Harumph. Again.

Thankfully, I don’t make the rules. But I sure do try to follow them. But not the ones being made up daily as they and we “go along.” “move along” “sing along”, get “strung along”………

Indiscriminately-made decisions. Of no care. Of no bonafide judgment. Un-systematically.

“Willy-nilly”.

Violence is violence. Black, white, grown-up, grown-ups or not. Doesn’t matter so much anymore if the camera “catches” anyone. I am crying, again, because I am confused. What are the rules? Violence is ok?

Nope.

When and if DEFENSE of something/one sacred and precious is called upon, when action is called upon. ACT. Outwardly and/or perhaps from within. Take it not with a grain of salt. Or sugar. But. Seriously. Violence for the sake of statement is violence for the sake of statement. There is a difference. It is a privilege to defend what you believe in.

Yes. That was then. This is now. Wasn’t acceptable then. Isn’t acceptable now. Whether it is convenient for your goal(s) or not. I take seriously the fact that the kids are watching. And, for one, still believe the kids are,

Smart. Respect the kids. Publicly or Privately. Always. It’s the so-called grownups that scare the be-geebers out of us all. Ignorance is not a defense. Neither is pretending.

Stand up. Stand for. The test of time. A lie has speed, but the truth has endurance. Anywhere and Everywhere. Tests. Important, needed and necessary. No surprises. No quotas disguised as something they are not. That would be pretending. Examination is nothing to fear if one has nothing to hide.

Privilege. Is opportunity. To defend a nation, a way of life. Preparation. Is Recognition. Discipline. Is Order. Duty to others—a moral or legal obligation. Same difference. Make no difference. It is what it is. A seed worth its gold in sowing. Sowing this may result in growth. But. Who knows? Not me. Not with the current grown-ups/adults-in- the room using the “Willy-Nilly” handbook of progress.

Either way, the Big Guy in the sky is watching. And I will behave appropriately. For Him.

Cry for the cameras? Confirmation secured. Cry for the sake of crying? Cleansing, health care management. Cry on the seed planted-Maybe, oughta because there is no water. Or spit on it. Harvesting a garden, much luck to ya. Better start crying. Tears or fears?

Or learn how to dance. A rain dance. If, perhaps, you are not frozen in fear. Then perhaps you are paralyzed. Cannot move. Crime waves produced by lack of consequences. Of what? Enough is enough. Again. Tears or fears?

But apparently. It is not. Because threatening hunger is about as cruel as it gets.

I think I need a donut.

Do they grow on trees? I am near an urban area, have no transportation. But I will trek there right now if it means I can eat a delicious donut. Yesterday. Better yet, I will even grow my own garden—of healthy donuts. Where can I get the the seeds? Do you know how to score some? The Nursery. The Garden. I will just hop the fence and dig some up from wherever I can. Those are seeds I will gladly sow.

On a steady diet of donuts, I may not grow up. But. Certainly. I will grow out. Of my pants. Then I will need new clothes. This plan is glorious. Why didn’t I think of it before. There are no consequences. Tears or fears. So.

What the heck. Why not?

In the meantime I will no doubt, become a fashion guru. Become an overnight sensation. Parade myself and my new donut-influenced style and tastes all over for all the cameras to see. Who will do my hair? I will figure it out. Later. No time to waste.

Why did not I think of this sooner. My goodness. It was right in front of me, my donut-starved face all along. I guess. I forgot to read the cue cards.

WOW. Capitalism at its finest. It, indeed is a privilege to be here. Thank you. Fear of sugar. Nope. I may be crying all the way to the dentist. But, no worries. I will thankfully have fed myself, my sweet tooth and taken care of myself.

One question. My bad. Am I allowed one more? Question.

Who will pay?

For.

The consequences?

Of. (You know)…..pssssst(whisper)….

The donut?