Written for “The Daily Post” prompt.
Written for “The Daily Post” prompt.
Privacy? What’s that? Is it that thing I had before having children? I’m uncertain. It’s been eighteen years, so I seriously don’t recall anymore. Since they’ve been born, I’ve shared my life with them, my home with them, my bedroom with them. When they were infants, I always had to share bathroom time with them. I remember taking them into the bathroom, strapped in their car seats, so I was able take a shower.
Privacy is undoubtedly a thing of the past when you are a single-parent with twins. As they grew older, I took showers without them in the actual bathroom. But I still lack privacy in other ways. It’s been an adequately long time since I’ve had a date, but when I do, sharing the details with my kids is expected. Without kids, I could readily write of the date in my journal and leave it at that. If I experience a lousy day at work, I must share this with my kids (otherwise they drive me insane with their constant bickering with each other).
Even when I am writing I lack privacy. My daughter constantly asks me what I am writing. Often she reads my work. (Only when writing in a journal is my world private with her.)
I realize how terrible this sounds. Virtue can be found in lacking privacy after having children. I am never alone, which means I never need to be lonely. My children ask for details of my day at work because they are genuinely interested in my life. They never leave me alone because they want to be near me (few people with eighteen-year-olds can say the same of their children). My daughter is the best critic one might ask for regarding my writing. She regularly gives valuable critiques of my work and helps make my work better for it.
I enjoy the lack of privacy. But every now in again, it might be nice to experience utter silence.
*Sigh* That is not likely to happen in my lifetime.
Is that even possible? To forgive somebody for causing you so much harm that it shatters you into a million tiny shards of glass? To forget the pain and trauma inflicted upon you?
Walking through life alone is a very difficult journey. Each step is more painful than the last. Especially when you feel the absence of the person who should be walking beside you. When you long to reach out for their hand along the way. When you speak to your love, but there is nobody there to hear the ache in your words.
How do you forgive that? How do you forget?
I don’t know if it’s possible. All I know is that I am forced to continue to take each step of my journey alone. I’d say that I will wear the pain like a badge of honor, but that would be a lie. Only one person can erase that pain and mend the shattered pieces.
But he isn’t here.
Written for: Daily Post: Forgive and Forget?
You know those people who insist on arguing with you that they are right about something when they are clearly wrong? I really dislike that trait in people. For example, my ex-husband once insisted that Egypt was not in Africa. Seriously? Did he have a different map of the world from everyone else? I also had an ex-boyfriend who insisted that the Virgin Mary was not the Immaculate Conception. He believed that it was Jesus that was the Immaculate Conception. It wasn’t until he went to college and learned studied Religions that he finally admitted that I was right. People like that drive me crazy.
This leads me to a quality in myself that I am not entirely happy with. I tend to be argumentative. It is hard for me to let go of an argument even when it is clearly going nowhere. I have other traits that aren’t my best qualities, but this is one that people tend to get annoyed by about me. I know it, I recognize it and I do try to not do this, but I find it very difficult to change this habit.
Inspired by: Daily Prompt
You have been named supreme ruler of the universe. Your first order of business is creating and instituting a holiday or festival in your honor. What day of the year is your holiday? What special events will take place? Describe YOU DAY in as great a detail as you can muster: the special foods we’ll consume, the decorations we’ll use…everything.
Apparently this particular prompt is highly controversial among some of the writers here and I would like to take a moment to address this. For some of them, they site religion as there basis for disapproval of this prompt. Some religions do not believe in any holiday that does not specifically honor God. Some others don’t believe in holidays of any kind. For those people, I completely understand their disapproval and respect it. But for those who simply disapprove because they believe the prompt is egotistical of a writer to place himself or herself as “supreme ruler of the universe”, I would like to take them back to their childhood.
Do you not remember playing dress-up and make-believe as children? Did you not pretend to be President or King or Queen? Did you not pretend to rule over “all the land”? Perhaps you didn’t, but I certainly remember doing so. It was fun. It was a time of innocence and creativity for my friends and me. I believe that this prompt is meant to bring us back to such a time. I still respect your choice to not participate in this prompt if it offends your sensibilities. I just wish to remind you that as adults we become jaded to such things and sometimes we need to go back to our childhood to remember the innocence of such creativity.
Now, as for my holiday, I believe I would choose my birthday, July 22nd, as my holiday. It is the day that my mother brought me into this world and my father first held me in his arms. It is the first day that I knew love unconditionally.
As for the food used to celebrate this holiday, I would like all kinds of food to be served. Mexican food, which is one of my favorites, pizza, pasta, Dr. Pepper, Merlot, Margaritas and vegetable platters. All of these foods I enjoy and would like the universe to experience each and every one of them.
Entertainment would be karaoke. It doesn’t matter if you can sing or not. Enjoy yourself and sing your favorite songs. It’s about having fun, and perhaps even facing fears.
I would also like to have several charities set up booths that people can donate either food items or money to in order to help make the universe a better place for everyone to live in.
My holiday would be for everyone to celebrate. No one would be denied entry. It would be to show the universe that we can all get along if we just simply set aside all the hate in our hearts.
I would tell you that I would want my children with me, but, let’s face it, if I was on a deserted island the last thing in the world I would want with me would be my children. They would be annoying me left and right and I would probably try to find some way to hang myself just to get away from it. I love my children, but I doubt they would do very well without technology.
I would also say cell phone, but that would just be silly because I would assume there wouldn’t be a cell tower anywhere near a deserted island. Besides, how would I charge he stupid thing?
The question also specifically uses the word “items” so I would have to assume that putting my boyfriend on the list would be a no-no. So, without further ado, here is my list:
Do you know those people who are permanently attached to their cell phones as they walk through the grocery store chatting away with their “friends” about all their other “friends” and you hear about everyone’s dirty laundry before you are done picking up the milk and bread that you ran in for? Yeah, those people. What is with them? Is their conversation so important that they can’t call the person back after they are done with their errands? And then they look at the cashier like the cashier is dumb or something when they are only doing their jobs by asking them basic questions.
I seriously dislike those people. And then they get behind the wheel and attempt to drive while drinking their hot coffee and changing the radio station and talking on the phone all at the same time and they are confused when you flick them off because they swerved into your lane and almost killed you and your entire family.
Seriously people, absolutely no phone call is worth all that. Your private conversations should remain private and they can wait until you are not in a grocery store (or any other public place) and are safely at home in a non-moving vehicle. And, seriously, don’t even do it when you are not the driver. It is rude not only to the people around you but to the person you are talking to as well. Oh, and please, please, please don’t EVER answer your phone while you are in the restroom. There is absolutely nothing more disgusting than hearing someone flush the toilet.
I have a tattoo of a black rose on my right shoulder. It represents my children. A friend once wrote a poem for me called “The Black Rose” and their names were inspired by him.
It needs a little touch-up and I want to have some red to the outline which would include another poem he had written for me called “Blood Roses”.
I’m actually not into fancy things of any kind for the most part. The things I wish I could afford are actually fairly simple. I guess when you don’t have a lot of money it doesn’t really take that much to please you.
The things that I wish I could afford are as follows:
That’s it really. Nothing special. Just some of the basics that most people take for granted that they have.
When I was still a teenager, some friends wanted me to go out with them but I really wasn’t in the mood, so I stayed home instead. As it turned out, it was a good thing that I did because while they were stopped at a red light, waiting to turn left, a teenage driver who just got her license that day crashed into the back of their car. The damage was pretty severe as the rear bumper was embedded into the back of the front seats. Either me or my other friend would have been dead depending on which one of us had sat in the back seat.
I had never been so glad to not have hung out with my friends.
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