Sissy's blog: "People"

I Am the Flag of the Of America I am the flag of the United States of America. My name is Old Glory. I fly atop the world's tallest buildings. I stand watch in America's halls of justice. I fly majestically over institutions of learning. I stand guard with power in the world. Look up and see me. I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice. I stand for freedom. I am confident. I am arrogant. I am proud. When I am flown with my fellow banners, My head is a little higher, My colors a little truer. I bow to no one! I am recognized all over the world. I am worshipped - I am saluted. I am loved - I am revered. I am respected - and I am feared. I have fought in every battle of every war for more then 200 years. I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh and Appomattox. I was there at San Juan Hill, the trenches of France, in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome and the beaches of Normandy. Guam, Okinawa, Korea and KheSan, Saigon, Vietnam know me. I'm presently in the mountains of Afganistan and the hot and dusty deserts of Iraq and wherever freedom is needed. I led my troops, I was dirty, battleworn and tired, But my soldiers cheered me and I was proud. I have been burned, torn and trampled on the streets of countries I have helped set free. It does not hurt for I am invincible. I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and trampled in the streets of my country. And when it's done by those Whom I've served in battle - it hurts. But I shall overcome - for I am strong. I have slipped the bonds of Earth and stood watch over the uncharted frontiers of space from my vantage point on the moon. I have borne silent witness to all of America's finest hours. But my finest hours are yet to come. When I am torn into strips and used as bandages for my wounded comrades on the battlefield, When I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldier, Or when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent at the grave of their fallen son or daughter.

3-year-old Reese: "Our Father, Who does art in heaven, Harold is His name. Amen." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A little boy was overheard praying: "Lord, if you can't make me a better boy, don't worry about it. I'm having a real good time like I am." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After the christening of his baby brother in church, Jason sobbed all the way home in the back seat of the car. His father asked him three times what was wrong. Finally, the boy replied, "That preacher said he wanted us brought up in a Christian home, and I wanted to stay with you guys." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ One particular four-year-old prayed, "And forgive us our trash baskets as we forgive those who put trash in our baskets." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Sunday school teacher asked her children as they were on the way to church service, "And why is it necessary to be quiet in church?" One bright little girl replied, "Because people are sleeping." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A mother was preparing pancakes for her sons, Kevin 5, and Ryan 3. The boys began to argue over who would get the first pancake. Their mother saw the opportunity for a moral lesson. "If Jesus were sitting here, He would say, 'Let my brother have the first pancake, I can wait.' Kevin turned to his younger brother and said, "Ryan, you be Jesus!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A father was at the beach with his children when the four-year-old son ran up to him, grabbed his hand, and led him to the shore where a seagull lay dead in the sand. "Daddy, what happened to him?" the son asked. "He died and went to Heaven," the Dad replied. The boy thought a moment and then said, "Did God throw him back down?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A wife invited some people to dinner. At the table, she turned to their six-year-old daughter and said, "Would you like to say the blessing?" "I wouldn't know what to say," the girl replied. "Just say what you hear Mommy say," the wife answered. The daughter bowed her head and said, "Lord, why on earth did I invite all these people to dinner

Do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are getting dead? Why do banks charge a fee on "insufficient funds" when they know there is not enough money? Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet? Why doesn't glue stick to the bottle? Why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection? Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard? Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him? Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets? Whose idea was it to put an "S" in the word "lisp"? If people evolved from apes, why are there still apes? Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white? Is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale? Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized? Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance? Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end on your first try? How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures? When we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a shopping cart then apologizes for doing so, why do we say, "It's all right?" Well, it isn't all right, so why don't we say, "That hurt, you stupid idiot?" Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over? In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when we complained about the heat? How come you never hear father-in-law jokes? And my FAVORITE... The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four persons is suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends -- if they're okay, then it's you.

Young Men are delicious, Healthy, virile and strong, With smooth skin, a firm fleshy arse, And hair growing where it belongs. Somewhere between adolescence and a mid-life crisis, Young Men are out there looking for fun, Throughout the passage of time the boy still exists, In the Young Man, who's another woman's son. Young Men are extremely sensitive, And resent being referred to as boys, They consider themselves quite mature, Despite a continuing passion for toys, As yet uncorrupted by the realities of life, Hopefully Young Men will learn from their mistakes, And not become negative or disillusioned, To run without handicap in the Manhood Stakes. Young Men don't make me feel maternal, They have far too much Testosterone for that. I sit poised to strike and observe them, Like mice being stalked by a cat. Oh yes, they'd make wonderful playmates, Packages of tireless energy to be undone, But guilt overwhelms me when I have thoughts of With a woman of my own age's son. Copyright; Robyn Scott

When I was 14, I hoped that one day I would have a girlfriend. When I was 16 I got a girlfriend, but there was no passion, so I decided I needed a passionate girl with a zest for life. In college I dated a passionate girl, but she was too emotional. Everything was an emergency; she was a drama queen, cried all the time and threatened suicide. So I decided I needed a girl with stability. When I was 25 I found a very stable girl but she was boring. She was totally predictable and never got excited about anything. Life became so dull that I decided that I needed a girl with some exciteme nt. When I was 28 I found an exciting girl, but I couldn't keep up with her. She rushed from one thing to another, never settling on anything. She did mad impetuous things and made me miserable as often as happy. She was great fun initially and very energetic, but directionless. So I decided to find a girl with some real ambition. When I turned 31, I found a smart ambitious girl with her feet planted firmly on the ground and married her. She was so ambitious that she divorced me and took everything I owned. I am now older and wiser, and am looking for a girl with big [censored].

People are strange creatures. The human kind is made to live in groups. But sometimes we forget we are individuals. As a matter of fact, when it comes to it, we are alone. Everybody has the task to take care of him- or herself and to grow in life, learn their lessons and find their true self. But what I see is a big blur of people and it's like there is no you, me, him or her, only us and them. And that is where the unnecessary hurting starts, because if you and me are really one person, you can easily hurt me. And because you are hurting me, you hurt yourself. Do you see my point? Of course, we all get hurt sometimes, but that's part of life. It makes us grow to become a whole person. I see it this way: we all have our own world that we've created in our lifes, with our own feelings, emotions, memories, believes and convictions. My world ends where yours begins and we share a lot, but not all. Because my world is mine and yours is yours. Now, when someone is saying something to me that can be offending in any way, I immediatly ask myself, is that his or is it mine. If I don't know it at that point I start asking questions to find out, without getting upset in any kind. If it's his I don't have to do anything with it and if it's mine I can think about it to change it or to do something else with it. It can be something for the both of us, but then I have to take responsibility for only my part. Let me try to explain it with an example. One night I was in a bar with some friends. And we were talking about really fat people. One of my friends, who was also there, is really fat, but I don't see her that way. I said something that offended her, no... it hurt her, because this remark I made was on top of something else that happened to her and it was also related to that subject. I didn't realize that I hurt her. Because of this remark she thought it made no sense at all that I was her friend. A few days later she came to me and told me that I hurt her by saying that. And of course that's no fun to hear, but I've heard it. At that point I could see her problem and I could see where I went wrong. I've explained her why I said what I said and told her how I see her and that I love her just the way she is. After that she told me the story that happened to her before and she asked me to take her feelings into consideration when it comes to remarks like that. And of course I said yes, she is my friend after all. But the being fat part and having problems with that is something of her world, not mine. I don't have to do anything with that. I can be there for her when she wants to talk and I will listen. I can help her in trying to give her a new perspective on looking at her problems and I can stimulate her to think differently. By the way, she thinks the same way as I do about living in your own world and taking responsibility for that. If that wasn't the case, she would have been upset and mad when I made that remark in the bar. She would have gone crazy and reacted on her first impuls. She would yell: "What are you saying! I am fat. How can you say such a thing. You could have thought about my feelings. Why do you even bother to be my friend?" And as a reaction to that, I would have been upset and hurt: "Yeah, you are fat, but I wasn't talking about you. Why are you yelling at me, the others were talking about it too." And as you can see, there will be an escalation, because we will hurt eachother unintentionally to defend our own little world. This is when I hurt people. When others say things to me, I always think that these words are from his or her world. It has nothing to do with me. It's their point of view and there is nothing wrong with different point of views, it's makes the world interesting. But of course, people can hurt me, and when they do, I have to start looking at myself, because when I get hurt there must be an issue in my world that hasn't been solved yet. It's not that I have to take every shit that others say to me. So when I feel I have to say something about that, I do. But not on my first impulse and always with the picture of the other's world in the back of my mind. I try to see their point of view, but I will surely tell mine. Like my friend asked me to take her feelings into consideration, I can ask that of others as well. Now, what I see, and let me say it again: is my point of view, is that you are floating on the waves of emotions that really are someone else's. When someone is sad, the other is sad too (feeling the same emotions). When someone is upset, the other thinks it's his or her fault (making the emotions personal and by doing that making the problem yours). When someone's saying something to the other, it can be taken as an attack or a slap in the face. When someone is in trouble, the other will be mad or wants to do something bad. I find it hard sometimes to tell you things that are on my mind, because you step right into my world and go with my flow. And what I really need at that point is someone that listens, who can feel with me without absorbing this feelings or make them personal. These are my feelings and I like them to stay mine. I want to share them with you, to let you know what's going on in my world or to get your opinion on the matter so I can think about it and grow. Oh yes, one can step into someone's world, like I did when Lisa had trouble with Richard that one day and I saw something that made me very sad. I've cried for Lisa. And that's a good thing too. That is what friendship is about, to laugh and cry with each other. But I also stepped out of her world again, because there is no use for me at all in being sad for a longer period of time then necessary. Not for me and not for her. If I stayed sad, then Lisa would have another problem along with the problem she already had: she made a friend sad with her problems. I know Lisa doesn't want to tell me stuff like this anymore, because it could make me sad, but I'm not afraid of being sad and it's not like I will drown in my tears, because I can see that it's her problem, not mine. But I can and want to have compassion for all of you and that is where our worlds meet. I can't tell you how to live your lives, that's totally up to you. I only hope I can give you another perspective on it and that you will think about it. Emotions are always good, but you have to try to use them and not letting them rule your life. I see the world as one big playground where I can try things and experiment. I don't take life itself to serious and I don't take myself to serious. But I take every person that plays a part in my life very serious. That makes living fun, even when it's not funny. I like to explore the deeper emotions, to look at them, feel them and try to find out what they mean, why they are there. What they do to me and how I can implement them as a part of me. I embrace all feelings, good and bad, because I need both of them to live a happy life. One needs the dephts of sadness to find a higher mountain of happiness.