Entitlement

Entitlement:  the belief that one is inherently deserving of privileges or special treatment.
Given that I am not a citizen of the US I have really worked hard to not put my two cents worth in.
However since the home grown terrorist attack on the Capital Building…..a building that stands for all the the US touts itself as believing in…..
Democracy.
Right to Freedom of Speech.
The Place of the People…..
It is harder to keep my lips sealed.
Let me paint a picture of gleeful white men dancing through a centuries old building sure that this is their right.
This was their house to do with as they saw fit.
Terror was theirs to reign down.
A sense of power that they could bring down the wishes of millions to satisfy one despotic insane man.
Were we going to see a hostage situation with zip ties?
Were we going to see executions if their wishes were not met?
These men laughed and smiled.
Videos were taken.
Videos were posted to social media.
They attacked.
They maimed.
They killed.
And now reality catches up.
You cannot perpetrate an attack of terrorism and whine and cry when you are charged.
You cannot think that the world will sit by while you destroy democracy.
You cannot think that your neighbors/places of employment/family are not going to have something to say.
You may find that they are in fact turning you in.
Now they sit bitter because hey bullshit actions have real consequences something my 12 year old son could have told them.
To the man who was refusing to eat because the food was not organic.
Dude grow the fuck up.
You put yourself out there as the face of this bullshit.
You were front and center.
In my opinion the judge should have said eat what everyone else eats.
Entitlement right there and it is right in front of us.
You don’t want to eat.
Don’t.
You are not going to die.
People do it all the time.
You do not deserve special treatment.
To the man who said he did not steal the envelope he left a quarter for it.
You stole it sir.
You did not have a right to it.
You did not have a right to sit at that desk and put your feet up on it.
You Sir did not have a right to be in that office/in that building at all.
To the ex-Navy Seal who is crying for clemency.
That he is not a terrorist.
Dude there was video on your social media of you talking about entering the building and in fact entering it yourself.
How windows and doors had to be kicked in.
How ‘we were in’.
Now those videos have been deleted.
He was paid a visit by the FBI.
Now swears he was not there to take part but to watch.
Too little too late.
I could go on and on and on.
Every single one of these people believe that they were entitled to behaving like jackasses on the world stage because they were right.
That they alone had the power to decide what it was that was needed to run the country.
That they could actually get away with acting badly like spoiled little children throwing temper tantrums replete with throwing oneself on the floor and kicking feet slamming arms and screaming to get their way.
You know how one deals with a screaming misbehaving toddler…..put them into their room for a timeout.
You know how one deals with screaming terrorists out for blood…..put them into a jail cell for a timeout.
Only this time out is years not hours.
For four years DT has incited sedition and torn the US apart.
From race relations that he has managed to set back decades.
From turning on allies and alining himself with other despotic rulers.
Crass.
Crude.
Bully.
Bully.
Bully.
Bully.
I never in a million years thought that I would sit and watch grown men act as children.
I never in a million years thought that I would sit and watch as a building is swarmed/windows broken/doors kicked in by people who could be my neighbors.
I never in a million years thought that I would sit and watch worrying about the lives of my friends who live in the states for their political ideals.
Never in a million years.
Entitled: No one is deserving of anything based on their color or status.
They must work for it as do the rest of the world.
Just because you cry and whine and pretend that a fact is not a fact only makes you look an ass and beyond stupid.
I am surprised that they still allow you sharp objects.
Like small children needing to be taken to hand that is what these men need to have done.
And hell if their moms don’t want to tell them what a disgrace bumbling stupid asinine jackass they have been I will do it for the cost of a plane ticket and a box of masks.
©Jan. 14/21
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Teenager Girl vs Menopausal Woman (It is not a fight)

Damn not entirely sure which is worse:
Being a teenager with PMS or a woman with Menopausal Emotion Wave.
At least with PMS there was a designated time.
You could count on a calendar and have an aha moment.
Not with MEW.
As I write this it is 6:37 a.m.
I have been up for an hour and a half.
In this time period:
-felt happy
-felt pain (shoulder)
-felt energetic striped bed and did laundry.
-cried
-went in and woke T up for a hug.
Just so one knows he has been awake his dad picks him up at 7.
-cried some more
-admitted to being lonely to a friend
-feeling sexual
-feeling pretty
-felt old
-feeling stupid for feeling lonely
-decided to write about it because it may seem embarrassing but hey it is also funny.
I am teenager again in reverse.
Which might explain the few zits that have cropped up of late.
With the chocolate I eat well…..
Weight gain.
I lost weight as a teen.
Now I am putting it on.
Calmer. More accepting.
I was volatile and angry as a teenager.
I know the reason now but still…..
Man Crazy.
LMAO
Boy Crazy.
Not so much so I spent my high school years in a relationship.
Volatile.
PMS has morphed into MEW.
Also the pain in my shoulder is better and not better at same time.
I have so much better movement and most of the knots have been loosened .
But for the one that was really deep on the right side.
It is moving now.
And while I have a really high threshold for pain this pain has made me cry more than once.
I know what it is.
I know how to deal with it.
This is my fault.
What I cannot do is take anything stronger than Motrin.
I have waivered a couple of times.
When the pain is overwhelming.
And each time I have shot it down with a hard no.
But that is to give you an idea of the pain level I have reached.
Here comes another wave of tears.
Forgetting is wonderful.
Not.
I lose my train of thought in the middle of conversations.
All of a sudden I stop talking or something interrupts me and gone.
I am no longer embarrassed to say to whomever I am speaking with I’m sorry I lost my train of thought. What was I saying? or What were we talking about again?
My girl squad is awesome.
As a teen and now as an adult.
It dawns on (like right now) that marriage and babies start between 25-40.
Friends become partners and then parents.
Time dwindles as school/activities and appointments take over.
Now though most of us our kids are either graduating/teenagers or leading up to tweendom.
Save for one who is pregnant again. And excited.
This is her second marriage. Her husband and children from previous marriage are beyond the moon.
But I digress.
Now we have more time .
Now we are able to relax more.
Now we are able to just be.
No kids to yell at.
No kids yelling at you.
No kids period lol.
Without this girl crew I would be lost.
They are my touchstones.
And last but not least as a certain aged woman I can be friends with a man.
No one is looking at us weirdly.
No one expects anything.
We are friends.
He is my support.
He is my cheerleader.
He is the one who knows what I am like and makes sure I do things like eat.
Take rests.
Not overwork the shoulder.
We have been friends for nigh on a year and I do not know what I would do without him in my life.
I call him Papa Bear.
LOL T thinks that is weird but that is ok it is not his nickname.
One vast difference between teenage hormones and menopausal hormones:
as a teenager they are in excess
as a menopausal woman they are lacking.
And with that lack come the flashes of heat.
And the sweats of the night.
Night Sweats vs Hot Flashes:
Night sweats are horrific.
I wake up soaked and clammy cold.
I got up this morning and my hair was a rat’s nest.
It tried to eat my brush.
I stripped the bed and am washing the sheets.
It is gross.
Disgusting.
There is no way to get comfortable and for some bizarre reason despite my body having so much heat I am now swimming in my bed and yet at the same time I am frozen.
I woke up this morning in a tight fetal ball trying to get warm while everything else was wet.
Hot Flashes:
These I can feel coming on.
There is a general sudden warming of my body.
If I am quick and get the sweater of at work it will not be horrendous.
If I am unable to get the sweater of within two minutes I am flushed pink and sweating like crazy.
Wipe my forehead comes away wet.
I can feel it creeping down my body.
Lasts between two to five minutes maybe.
Not long.
And when over damn if I am not freezing again.
There is one aspect of menopause not shared with being a teenager.
Sudden growth of hair.
Below the chin.
Black.
Thank goodness for masks.
I will leave you with a dream I had not that long ago.
I really did not realize the import of that at the time but I remembered it.
Most likely because of how horrified I was in the dream.
In the dream I removed my mask and looked into the mirror.
And gasping in disgust.
I had grown multiple long black witch type hairs growing from my chin.
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
Needless to say when I got up in the morning I was chin first into the mirror making sure that in fact it had only been a dream.
©Jan. 13/21
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