so many people's blogs look the same. I mean they don't all look exactly the same but they basically say the same things. They do the same things. Their intro looks the same: Wife to 1 awesome husband, mother to 2 radical kids, crafter, cook, gardener, just a woman saved by grace... blah blah blah. I ain't knockin I'm just sayin' they all sound the same. Their interior decor looks the same also. Undoubtedly there is something in the house that has been re-purposed, something with a large number on it, same books they are reading, you get the picture. I don't know about you but I don't know anyone in real life who lives like that.
It would seem that the only kind of acceptable blog posts for some would be that of crafting, cooking, or whatever else they think will get a lot of responses and comments. It just seems that people's lives are highly affected by others' blogs. When you see a sea of women who all kinda look the same, act the same, say the same things it's disheartening. Blogging is great, don't get me wrong but I think a lot of women look inside other women's lives and emulate. Where's their own passions, thoughts, and life experiences? Do they create life experiences based on the blogs they read?
Am I wrong here? Am I the only hater out there? I'm not really a hater but if I drank some haterade it could help with this discussion.
I've always been rebellious in nature. Sometimes good rebellion sometimes bad. I was always very put off by people who just did what everyone else did. In high school I had some of the most interesting but strange friends because I could care less about people who followed everyone else. I see that rebellion in me has not changed. I am still annoyed by it. I remember when I was young people trying to peer pressure me into smoking pot and I would smirkly laugh at them, kindly saying no, internally saying you moron. I was so annoyed with people who were peer pressured because they lacked a pair of you know what's. I'm not angel. I've drank a 40 or two. What I'm saying is that not being a follower is who I am. It's who God made me. I don't really know how to turn it into a positive thing yet but I'm sure I will with God's help.
Mamma always said I was a trend setter and it's true. My friends and acquaintances look to me for advice and ideas. I am so put off by generic conversations and people. I know not everyone is going to be all radical and stuff. I get it. But I can't seem to turn off my annoyance with followers. I try to just accept it but it still bothers me apparently. My dad was the same way I guess he passed that down honestly.
Every single fight I've ever been in was because I was protecting someone from a bully. I remember when I was younger this horrible bully would pick on my friend (who was my neighbor). I snapped and snapped on her, fighting her off. After that I taught my friend how to fight in the back yard. Full-on karate lessons. It was so cute. A month or so later that bully came again picking on my friend and my friend let her have it!! This time the bully went away crying. I was so proud of her!!! She still talks about it to this day. I fought boys in my neighborhood for picking on my little brothers. When I was in high school another bully was picking on my friend and needless to say... I stepped in and pounced. Then there was the funny unforgettable fight of '95. I was a sophomore and this jack-wagon kept hitting on my best friend. She was already dating someone and wasn't interested. He was a big black guy and he was a senior. She was a passive person and had a hard time shaking this sex predator. I tried to let her handle it, I did. He got annoyed with her and he lightly pushed her and her shoulder bumped into the locker while calling her a nasty name. I snapped! I attacked like a freaking wild lion on a hyena. I jumped on his back and punched the living daylights out of him. I kicked him in the nuts. It was like I had super human strength against this huge senior. People were just starring with their mouths wide open. I remember in the middle of that fight looking up and seeing people's faces in shock. I beat that guy up. Big time. After the fight was broken up he was yelling I'm gonna take you to court with my balls in a jar! Lolzzz. Funny. I actually got suspended for that one. He was then known as the guy who got beat up by a girl. People still talk about that fight and nobody messed with my Kimmie again!
Me and Injustice don't mix. Me and bullies don't mix. If you only knew how many caregivers I've had fired because of abuse or neglect of my elderly patients. I spent most of my childhood grown up in a trailer park. Those places are the pits of the earth, let me tell you. This is why I have such a plethora of fighting experiences to share on my resume.
In closing I'd like to say that I am looking for ways that God can use this rebellious, leader type person so that I don't get bothered by people with duplicate blogs. Simple as that. I'm not sure how crafting, being saved by grace, and cooking turned into 40's, fights, and balls in a jar. Oh well, take it or leave it!
