The Buffet of Self Serving Nonsense

My heart aches.

I don’t know about you.

Service is not universal. Intervention? Is not universal. It may be liked, but it is not universal. Over stepping bounds is gross and it is humanly negligent. So is stepping all over it. And it smells bad, too.

One thing for sure, human and civil liberties are progressively heading down the loo. When we stoop to continually use (a form of service, mind you) a child as our spring board to happiness? And then google (verb, action word) the name? Is this,

Advertising in the year 2022? Marketing in the New World Order?

I “hope” not. I, for one, am not a walking, talking bill board of parading fashion. My choice. Sorry. If that turns your stomach.

We have all gone mad. Or. Have we all gone mad? Mad is to one, what anger is to another. Or is it? The new reality. Here, there, everywhere?

What is happening? Literally, figuratively right in front of our eyes? In “real” time. And we watch. Wait. And use the moment to our self satisfaction.

Well. I for one. Take it personally. And. No. I do not benefit. When societally we repeatedly fail to exercise our due diligence and enforce the protective rights of our children. Then proceed to sell, the parts of a broken individual and cram it down each other’s throats. What Village do YOU live in? I will never dine there, move there, or jog there, for all the tea in China.

This is our reality. And we watch, search and invade the life of an individual who was screaming so loud none of us heard.

We collectively give in to our collective dark sides and search and seize upon an individual who took it upon the self to take action to cause mayhem. To cry out. And we are hooked. All in the name of a hurting person?. Whose only option was to hurt another.

Help! I want to get off this self-serving train wreck. Wrecking ball. Whatever it is “called”. I want out and off of this gross dis-service. Gross self-serving dis-justice. Of humanity.

There has been too much talk. Too much gibberish. Too many images.

And. “Likenesses”.

Alright.

I would never go so far as if to say. “You win”. Because your way of winning is down right destructive to everyone and your ego has gone out of control. Are you happy now?

The conversation has been changed. Are you happy now? Is this what you had in mind? Perhaps instead of hope.

It would have been nicer if you checked the mirror and changed your ideas of imposition of hate. Sure. Like little children do, they will test the waters, push the envelope, to see what they can get away with.

But this is a whole ‘nother battle. Not of wills. But of young persons who have not been heard. Who put their own lives at risk. Are you happy now?

How do YOU do it? Just. Look the other way? Are you happy now? Cleverness. In the name of justice? A statement “watching”, closely monitoring is nothing.

Were you inclined to: Help? Use? Benefit?

I don’t know about you.

My heart still aches. Just a suggestion, but the last thing I plan to do. Enter the revolving door of your medical center(s) The dizzying nature of your services is not one I “embrace”. And will most assuredly cause me to toss my cookies.

I will pinch myself at my awakening, Thank you. And another suggestion. Perhaps,

You outta (sp) start to pray instead of prey.

It really is not becoming. Botox may help the pounding in the head, but expressions write their way onto all of our different and beautiful faces. Bones, freckles, and yes, wrinkles and all.

Our incessant search for a different look, the “best” look and YOUR looks has un-progressively brought us back to our self-serving childish ways.

Right back to the selfish. Right back to the ego. Right back into the mind of a child whose JOB it is to grow and learn. With a two-parent engaged persons who never “give in”. And not a Village.

If this childish behavior describes you, your thoughts, prayers, actions, you better start running fast:

1. If I want it, it’s mine.
2. If I give it to you & I change my mind later, it’s mine.
3. If I can take it away from you, it’s mine
4. If I had it a little while ago, it’s mine
5. If it’s mine, it will never belong to anybody else, no matter what
6. If we are building something together, all the pieces are mine
7. If it looks like mine, it is mine.

No matter how clever you think you are.

It’s mine”. Is not the way the cookie crumbles. In any reality. But I will give you “props” or “points” or “credit” for your “work”. In your Village.

And in reality. True reality is not “really” the way it “works” as one matures. In reality. In real time. As one

Matures.

Because I choose life. A conscious choice not live with the pieces of a person’s broke heart. And I will pray hard and fast and often for a person whose heart is breaking and we all collectively look the other way.

For our use.

For our benefit.

For our help.

For ownership. Or lack thereof.

Service is fast becoming the “buzz” word of the day? In service of who or whom? Might have to look that one up. The proper “usage” before your statement or you “put out”. The proper “benefit” the proper “help”.

Like love, you really gotta mean it for it to mean anything. Conversation or not. The path to all that and a bag of chips? Perhaps. If you are starving for it. Perhaps that was the plan all along.

I “hope” not.

My heart still aches.

I don’t know about you.

I own it.

Reminder: No matter what creed, color, village- we all go out of this world the same way we come in.

Bald. No teeth. Naked.

You might as well own it.