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Your Reflection Isn’t Enough
This should be an interesting post, one I have neglected to post about thus far. Per the assignment, I am to “discuss and analyze an interpersonal relationship through Knapp’s Relational Model.” It must be recent and can be one I am currently in or one that has already ended, but the one that has ended is a doozy, and, honestly, I don’t have many relationships…
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What We’ve Got Here is Failure to Communicate
Schooool’s in for summER!! I have a “communicating online” class this term, and because of that, I need to *drum roll* communicate online — I have to answer a couple of wordy questions and include a quote or two, along with citations, so 🐻 with me. Do Different Social Networking Sites Offer Other Benefits and Drawbacks? This question is either worded oddly, or I’m not…
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I Get No Respect
I lost a lot of respect and admiration for someone I knew growing up. She was an authority figure in my high school in a teaching and athletic capacity. My rose-colored glasses didn’t turn to turd goggles because of what this person aligns with or what she believes, I’m not that immature and do not think I am morally superior to anyone. On the contrary,…
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Back to the Drawing Board
Well, the neurosurgery appointment was a big, fat waste of time. The doctor compared the MRI to the CT scan I had in 2020 when I went to the ER for severe hypokalemia, and he said nothing had changed from that, so he doesn’t want to do anything. This doesn’t help me because I’ve had symptoms my entire life, and apparently have to keep living…
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A Lioness’ Pride
Changing to “who,” not “what.” I am the most proud of my husband, Adam, and the person he is becoming. When he started coming around, he was a neglected, angry, high-school dropout, and the love and attention he received from Mom and me motivated him (along with our nagging) to change for the better. Not long after we started dating, he studied and got his…
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Hi! I’m Tom!
All of my days feel lazy and unproductive, yet I am trying from the moment I get up until I go to sleep. I told Adam I’m a 5-second Franny, a play off 10-second Tom from 50 First Dates. It’s not actually funny, but if I didn’t laugh about it, I’d be crying, so…🤷♀️. I think the last time I felt rested was in Vegas…
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Can’t You See?
This is going to be a different post, and I’m not even sure I’ll publish it. I just have so much in my head, and it’s driving me crazy by not getting it out. Maybe if Mom was here, I’d confide in her, but honestly, I’m not sure I’d even do that because I tend to carry the heavy stuff alone and go on about…
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It’s Been a Long Time Coming…
G’day! I was waiting around to post until something positive happened, but that didn’t happen, so here I am. Black Betty was a complete bust and waste of money 😞. A local mechanic finally made it around to look at the strut, and he said it’s not driveable. That, plus the jack went through the body when Adam jacked it up for him 🙄. The…
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~*~Hate Comes to Campus~*~
Prove me Wrong…A debate in good faithwith a young man of faith —unabashedly so. Hate proved him right.They gathered to argue — Agree — Learn — Teach —Except for one.Hate came to silence it all. Its ideology whistledthrough the charged air,tore through the neck — Of a kind man — A husband — A father — A forever hopeful who held love for all. His…
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~*~This Side of the Dirt~*~
This side of the dirt,alcohol splits purple skin. Words drill tender skullsthat become DNA. This side of the dirt,home is where the horror is — Rhythmic screams become lullabies. Walls remember what the wounded won’t. This side of the dirt, Memories fade with bruises. Forgiveness blooms in a good day. Muscle memory elicits laughter. This side of the dirt, I bury my name beneath the…
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