Feelings. Nothing More than Feelings.

Question: Who is responsible for your feelings? Me? You? Society?

I’d seriously like an answer to the question, but now I have some that are rhetorical.

If your next-door neighbor hated you and called you all kinds of names, and you did nothing to them to warrant such behavior, would that hurt your feelings?

What if somebody in line at a grocery store made a rude remark about your appearance? Or someone on social media wrote a personal attack? Would you get hurt feelings?

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When I Was 17, It Was A Very Good Year

If you’re old enough, you may remember the Frank Sinatra song, It Was A Very Good Year. I only know it because my dad was a huge Sinatra fan. He used to play his music in the car on 8-track all the time. I remember this was one of the few crooner songs I didn’t mind him playing. The melancholy melody moved me.

Side note: I’m a rocker, so my dad and I clashed when it came to music.

I mention this line of the song, because I’ve been thinking about what it was like to be a teenager. Do you remember? Were you insecure or secure? Were you a rebel? How did you feel inside? Were you confident or unsure? Scared or brave? Naïve or street smart? Happy or lonely?

A World of Rejects?

We hear lots of recklessly assigned labels in our society these days. You know, homophobe, misogynist, xenophobe, racist, fascist, etc. These words are used to say that someone hates a particular group of people.

So, what kind of a “ist” or phobe is someone who hates ALL people?

Curiosity, Challenge and Acceptance

I really don’t know how to lie. It comes naturally for me to speak my truth, and yes, sometimes it gets me in trouble.

On another note, I’ve admitted numerous times on my blog, I have trouble letting go of what I don’t have control over.

Stick with me, I plan to tie these two statements together. We’re going deep into the recesses of my mind today. Could be a horror show, so be prepared.