No, it’s not a typo,
and even if it was,
I would welcome it rather than tell it that it was wrong and demanded that it change itself to suit me and my persnickety tendencies.
I found this image online while looking for a visual to capture the one I had in mind.
This is just lovely and comes via My Little Jules.
What I loved most about this was the little girl’s hands. What were they gripping so tightly? What was she trying to hold onto… or what was she saving for herself…?
I wouldn’t attack it with a/an * (a symbol which to me now represents passive-aggression, towards the self or other, or both… online)
While randomly browsing the news on the internet I came across an article about something which had gone viral,
and by going viral had made it newsworthy,
the story itself was mildly interesting,
the reactions of the readers of the news item and their subsequent comments about it were far more interesting,
especially that small battle which took place wherein someone corrected someone else’s typo,
with another typo which forced someone else to correct them.
Little * were flying around like ninja stars.
“You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
For as long as I’ve known myself
(which sometimes sums up to a long time,
and sometimes is short in length,
depending on what rule the ruler I’m using to measure it abides by),
my eyes have been open underwater.
What does that mean?
Well… if the water has chlorine in it, it means they’re going to sting for days afterwards.
“Six mistakes mankind keeps making century after century:
Believing that personal gain is made by crushing others;
Worrying about things that cannot be changed or corrected;
Insisting that a thing is impossible because we cannot accomplish it;
Refusing to set aside trivial preferences;
Neglecting development and refinement of the mind;
Attempting to compel others to believe and live as we do.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero
A moment of pretending you’re a mermaid who can see clearly into the depths of the sea,
is going to pay off with a longer moment of knowing you’re not a mermaid at all but a rather silly human
(who probably knew you should not open your eyes in chlorinated water),
when you emerge from those waters and walk on land.
The land isn’t always kind to those who pretend to be mermaids.
You have to lose your voice,
your ability to sing,
to scream loudly where no one can hear you,
for one thing…
and it may not feel as though it was worth it.
“The opposite of a correct statement is a false statement. But the opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth.”
― Niels Bohr
This post was actually going to be about something else…
a something else which fits in with what it is now about…
while trying to order my thoughts,
bring together the scraps of this and that,
into a form which I could share here and which wouldn’t be too disorderly…
(if you think I ramble in my posts, you’re right, but it’s not as much as I ramble within…)
I took a peek at t’other
this one in particular – Perspective via The Daily Post
My perspective skewed into annoyance at what I saw there… there was nothing wrong at all with what is there.
I just had my eyes open underwater and that water was heavily chlorinated,
to keep it free from germs and stuff like that,
like people peeing in it
(I’ve peed while swimming…
albeit never in a public swimming pool, or one owned by others,
I have done it in the public ocean… sorry if you had to swim in it,
the only consolation you might possibly find is that I know I’ve swum in the pee of others,
as one of the public oceans I’ve swum in was close to a sewage outlet… I’ve seen poo float past, and that poo wasn’t mine).
“We’re so self-important. Everybody’s going to save something now. “Save the trees, save the bees, save the whales, save those snails.” And the greatest arrogance of all: save the planet. Save the planet, we don’t even know how to take care of ourselves yet….
The planet has been through a lot worse than us. Been through earthquakes, volcanoes, plate tectonics, continental drift, solar flares, sun spots, magnetic storms, the magnetic reversal of the poles …
The planet isn’t going anywhere. WE are!
We’re going away. Pack your shit, folks. We’re going away. And we won’t leave much of a trace, either. Maybe a little Styrofoam … The planet’ll be here and we’ll be long gone.”
― George Carlin
What annoyed me about that post was… myself.
Simple as that.
And because I annoy myself, I get annoyed with other people, other stuff… because that’s an easier option.
It’s so much easier to see what others are doing wrong and what they need to change to make things right for you.
Sort your typo out and I’ll be fine with whatever you say…
it’s just your typo which was causing problem for me.
But then the typo gets fixed,
the person changes themselves for you,
you still find fault and flaws in the system,
you’re still not happy even though you promised to be happy once everyone else sorted themselves out to fit into your perfect world view.
What if the problem doesn’t lie with them but with you?
You know where this leads… it leads where you don’t want to go because you’ve tried fixing this and it just…
laughs at you…
How do you deal with yourself laughing in your own face!?!
*for those wondering what this was originally going to be about… transiting Neptune has just crossed…
(sorry, did I cause that eye-roll with what I shared or was that due to saline drops being applied to chlorinated water eye-pain? You’re applying an ocean to what a pool did to you…)
** just out of curiosity about your perspective… what do you see in the Persnickety Holiday pic?
What are you looking at?
It’s mine…and you can’t have it!
Awesome comment! Love it! And because I love it… I have to have it! 😉
Fascinating photo, so much held within it.
She’s clasping her fingers together, yes? And she’s looking over her shoulder as if someone’s trying to steal them. And the same will happen to you if you wear one of their dresses. 😉
I love the Carlin comment. Yup. The arrogance of thinking that we can “save” the planet. We’re such strange creatures. I’m reminded of that old saying about fleas arguing over who owns the dog they’re living on.
And I love the Cicero comment. He knew what he was talking about.
Good post. 🙂
Thank you 🙂
One of the things I sometimes wonder about photographs like this one is – what can the subject of the photograph see that we can’t?
She does have a very intense pair of eyes!
Chuckle at your comments on the picture. Oh the pressures of being beautiful and perfect. She’s probably looking at her stage mom who has pushed the child to have the career the mother always wanted for herself. Maybe she’ll be writing to you about her NPD parent in years to come.
It did cross my mind that the child had been placed into an adult fantasy of children. Perhaps that’s why she has such an intense look. The dress reminded me of one which my mother bought me when I was a child to wear for a special occasion. I never actually wore it because it gave my mother nightmares as she imagined it getting dirty, crumpled and ruined, so it just hung in the cupboard like a relic of an imagined life. An untouched pristine dream.
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