Tag: woke

Wake Me Up

When it’s all over – when I’m wiser – when I’m older

I use to believe that a criminal was someone who broke the law. And I still believe that. However; it has been brought to my attention that a person is not considered a criminal, unless they have been caught and convicted in a court of law. The latter description leaves a person patting themselves on the back for being smooth. I would call that ex-military man smooth. I am working on my vocabulary. And a way to be more effective in this world that I live in.

Everyone has their own limited perspective. Hence……

I am awake. I am not woke……

****** I just read a post by an adjunct professor who had been raised by missionaries. Oh – missionaries. She gave a great description of how her parents traveled to foreign countries to teach the heathens about the Lord.

Why do people show up and believe that God arrived with them. Maybe in their suitcase.

The post was good. But it was AI generated. It would have been a great post, if it didn’t have the vocabulary, grammar and design of a machine. She sold her soul – to IBM. It could be temporary, as I do believe in salvation.

I believe I will wake up – when I die.

Until then…….????????

Personal Waste

I do not understand the New Gringos. But I have witnessed it over and over. No desire to assimilate into the culture of the country.

A ride to the beach use to be like a dream and now it’s a nightmare.

I don’t care to elaborate on this freaky manner that tourism and immigration (progress) has caused.

After surviving my life’s traumas I woke up to an unrecognizable world. But I am not “woke”. According to Trump the KKK are good people. Homeless people are sleeping on the sidewalks, dying from phentanol, and some people think all white people are bad and all black people are good.

I give up. I surrender. It’s best for me to work to have a good day and be kind to the people in front of me.

To provide details of the misery I have created for myself, would be stirring the cauldron. I can’t straighten this world out. Kimberly and Kristy are behaving like mean girls, but chances are they are oblivious to their ignorance. And Ellen can remember when. I do too. The change is horrific. The people on the beach are being bull dozed over. Pura vida.

I know my heart. I am not greedy or jealous of anyone. I don’t even understand those two character defects at the moment. I can’t imagine being angry at some poor woman trying to feed her kids. Or hurt some child; not wanting them to experience a lunch, in the school hours. I’m not fearful. That’s the worst. And the best.

The answer is meditation.