The other day a colleague mentioned that his very successful athlete daughter has a hard time in one area. Namely, she often has a target on her back. I winced. I wiggled my nose. I whispered a non-helpful answer. Then, I laughed and noted that is sadly not unique to her. I, for example, have had many targets on my back. Sometimes it may even feel like the dress I have on is coated in gasoline waiting to be ignited. That’s obviously a bit extreme on my part. But it can surely feel that way in key moments. I’m sure most of us have felt in such a way at one point in time.
And, it seems that with social media we add more and more targets onto ourselves. Sadly, this we truly do to ourselves. We can opt out of social media. We can opt out of sharing our opinions. We can opt out of wading into an area outside our lane, expertise, or comfort level. But what would be the fun in that?
Here’s my take on the gasoline dress. I make sure to have on a really nice pair of 6-inch heels. I’ll look good. I know how to run in heels. And, I can very quickly take them off and swat soneone away.
Categories: Culture, Fashion, Humor, Psychology, social media, society
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Flowers Blooming
Thorns Color Rose
Smiles gotta Love Social
Media A Viral Video of
Two little Boys One White
One Black With Two Dads
Running to each other for
A Hug before A Play Date
Just one negative comment
In the You Tube
Peanut Gallery…
Frowns Gotta Hate
Social Media taking
Away Our Humanity
16 Year-Old Stabbed In
Mall.. no one helps..
Bystanders…
Social Media
Voyeurs.. Tape
The Killing for their
Passing Amusement….
To our Folly
We stay Silent…
To our Joy We Still Hug….
SMiLes.. A Target on my
Back for 47 Years for
Being too Nice accused
Of not being ‘Man’
Enough in
Trump Jesus
Town.. Empathy
Scarce Commodity
For those who are
Different so sad when
Happy is A Functional
Disability to the
Ignorant of
HeART in a
Place where you
Practically have to
Become Superman
To Really be as
Naked
Nice
As Jesus….
Live by the Smart
Phone Die by the
Smart Phone Flowers
And Thorns are the
Reality
Of
Rose…
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I am not wearing gasoline soaked dresses, other than the fact they would not flatter my figure!
But I am a walking fire hazard, though even when the spark ignites it all I am most apt at ignoring the flames and coolly mentioning I feel quite toasty
The biggest problem for me is that when I tell others they get all uppity and offering help in all forms, except to simply just agree and let me sort it out my way as I’ve planned it!
Because the one burning in multiple degrees, and who is already fire retardant, doesn’t need a lecture on fire safety but merely wants someone to pass him a fire extinguisher on occasion and maybe a glass of cold water!!
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