Wednesday, March 18, 2020

What do i know about abuse? Not alot. But enough to know that, years ago, had figured

the bullies were right in targeting certain class mates - for no better reason than the targets didn't have on the right clothes / know the names of the right groups and TV stars.  Newsflash to any millennial out there:  materialism was alive and well back in the early 70s.

i was one of those "uncool" kids, thinking that something was seriously wrong with me, for no better reason than not being able (though i tried) to get a grip on the latest (and ever-changing) small chit-chat.  Hey, back then, i had no clue that such is really a waste of time.  Meanwhile, at the same time, was the social-darwinist environment...will blog about that later, but really need to pray to the Lord on that before keying the details.

Kids can be cruel.  And although, i've long moved on, and long ago, have forgiven, i haven't forgotten.  The recent panic-buying is just another reminder that there are people who plain do not give a rip about the well-being of others.   (Even unsaved people are politely expressing outrage, by posting pictures and gut-laughing captions.)

No, and i will not forget anytime soon.  i am a widow.  Living alone, on limited funds, and fiercely independent.  In short, i don't trust no freaking body.  Don't feel comfortable spending the money for a backhoe, i'm shoveling that 10-tons of hard dirt into a wheelbarrow and spreading it with a rake. 

Will take awhile, and daylight is burning.  Signing off for now.

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