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My Alternate Names




I’ve been called many things before. Some really unpleasant names like ‘bimbo’, ‘airhead’, ‘loser’, ‘obnoxious’, ‘arrogant’, ‘show off’, ‘selfish’, ‘pretentious’, ‘bitch’ (but of course…affectionately and otherwise)…these are just some of those names. The one I like best is ‘hippie’. I’m like ‘OK. Hippie? Really? How so? But alright…I guess it means this person thinks I am kinda…funky? Different?’

When I was younger, I would get REALLLLYYYY upset about it like go into depression or cry or complain about it to friends who would pat my shoulder and call the other persons names just so that I would feel better. Those are the things friends do for you….take your side. If they don’t, what is the point of having friends, right?

But as I grow older, see a lot more things, suffer more, experience more, feel more, reflect more and understand more, I think the perspective’s sorta taken a 180 degree turn. It is not that it doesn’t bother me anymore that people are calling me names just because I dare to step up and out to do things, say things, blog about things, tell strangers things about my life and it isn’t because I don’t care. I do but I’ve taken a different stance.

Every time someone calls me an unpleasant name, there is something going on in that person’s mind. He or she is probably acting out of some sort of emotion that I can’t see. An unwarranted attack against me means that something that I did (there and then) or over the course of time must mean that whatever energy that I have sent out affected him or her wrongly.

And….sorry, dude. Unless you tell me what it was that I did that affected you negatively, I can’t see through you, man. 

But I’ll try to be nice to you, though. I think that'll frustrate the shit outta the person more. =))))) 

(Marsha, that's so unZen!!!!)

Ah well...
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missyblurkit said…
I think we all have all our "funny" names that we would have gathered over years and over incidents.

I don't care. I just live with it. Don't like me...then buzz off. I can't be expected to change just because I have been named names.
October 13, 2011 at 4:23 AM
Marsha Maung said…
missyblurkit, yeah, babe. my stand is pretty much the same as yours: whatever...
October 15, 2011 at 3:37 PM
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