Well, it has taken all of five days, but it would seem that my temper and the weather have both cooled down. There's a prayer that they say a lot in Alcoholics Anonymous (not a member, but my mom is, i.e. lots of time at meetings as a kid)
"God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference."
It doesn't always make me feel better, but I have jet to find a situation causing any negative feeling in me, that this little prayer doesn't apply.
Having a recovering alcoholic as a parent can definitely have an effect on you. She got sober when I was three, so I remember very little of her drinking/drugging. But I went to tons of meetings. I was a pretty good kid, so I sat and colored most of the time. I'm sure I heard things that were probably unsuitable for someone my age, but I have yet to find any ill effects from hearing them. I remember loving hearing all the different stories people had. They'd speak, and sometimes it was like sitting in the living room when the TVs on but your not watching it, or when you stay awake, pretending to be asleep, and listen to the television show your not aloud to watch.
I also developed a real numbness to "bad words". Today I'll be happy to tell you my opinion on them. Here it goes, THERE ARE NO BAD WORDS! I agree that there are situations where a certain word may not be the most tactful word to use. But, if you're speaking to someone with half a brain, the your meaning will still be received with the same effect. If you're talking to an idiot, using a better accepted word will probably go right under the radar, causing no upheaval at all. The media coins words all of the time, and they seem to be readily accepted (all be it, because so many people wouldn't know a newly made up word from a classic one). And on the media, there are so many words on TV during the day that were not spoken on TV at all when I was a kid. Damn Shit Ass Bitch. I hate censorship, but if I was a parent with a kid at home all day, I'd probably get frustrated. It's all well and good that I as an adult, believe there are no bad words, but it is still not accepted withing our society. And, I wouldn't want my kid to pick up words they were going to be punished for when they get to be school age. Honestly, with some contradiction to my philosophy, kids using "bad words" really make me crazy. Not so much amongst themselves, but to adults. Case in point:
When i was about 20, my uncle died, leaving behind two boys and his wife. both boys were under ten years old, (6 and 8 maybe?) Those boys were always spoiled, but would never have gotten away with speaking to there father, or any other adult in front of him, the way they did after his death. To use a very old expression, they swore like sailors. I wanted to ring there necks every second that I was with them. The oldest was a real brat, still is to a point in my opinion. He's a smart brat though. He just finished his first year at Oxford, studying "the classics". He is the only student in his class for this classics BS. He's been saying he wants to be president since he was five years old. He's a psychotic republican. Now, not all republicans are psychotic, but he is. He follows blindly and faithfully, even though he has yet to have voted for anything. But he'll probably make a some big political career. He's got the tall dark and handsome thing going, he's had family tragedy. Both his parents were raised in regular middle class homes and became lawyers. (He was raised in a 33 room mansion, but that will get down played) After he gets out of Oxford, he's joining the navy. You know, for political purposes. It would be nice if that shook him into a more realistic out look on, well, everything. I'm not going to count on it though.
So God help us all in 20 years, if he's still on the track he is on now. Don't worry, just keep reading the blog, loll, I'll keep you all forewarned.
well, this blog entry really took some twists and turns. Never a dull moment here in Sarah's mind.
Thanks for stopping by,
I hope you continue to have a God Damn wonderful life with your Fucking awesome loved ones, and your adorable little bastards!!!
Nighty Fucking Night!!!!!
Sarah
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