OMG so I just figured out the word “hurt”
it’s past, present and future
you will be hurt
you are hurt
you were hurt
BECAUSE IF SOMETHING TRULY HURT, IT NEVER REALLY STOPS
you poetic little shit
it’s because… it’s an adjective… …
you will be stupid
you are stupid
you were stupid
Just saw a post that (in a nutshell) said, “what is the big deal with saying ‘Merry Christmas’ (or Happy Chanukkah, or Happy Kwanza) to everyone? You should just appreciate that someone is being nice and giving you a compliment.”
But please, if you can, take one second, just one, please, to consider this from another individuals mind.
(I have retyped the next paragraph 6 times already, because I’m already nervous someone will take it the wrong way, or say something cruel about it, or reblog it with a mean comment.)
It shows so much more that you care about someone (even a stranger), if you take just a moment to find out what holidays they do celebrate, and wish them well on that specific occasion. It is so much more meaningful.
In a similar way, it would mean nothing if something said “Happy Birthday!!! to me on December 3… my birthday is in July. December 3rd has no significant meaning to me at all, except I had a quiz today. Take the time to ask, “What holiday do you celebrate?!” And wish someone well on that. I promise you, the compliment will mean so, so much more.
Christmas commemorates the birth of Jesus Christ.
Chanukkah commemorates the rededication of the Temple in 165 BC by the Maccabees after its desecration by the Syrians.
Kwanzaa celebrates African heritage, unity, and culture.
I am constantly striving to gain knowledge about everything and anything I can, like a sponge. I know that I’m not even aware of how many religions people celebrate, nor do I think any are better than another (those supporting radical violence aside.
And I know that about 60% of Americans do celebrate Christmas, and that is a wonderful holiday that brings happiness to so many people. And I always wish my Christian friends Merry Christmas on December 25. But like many other days of the year, December 25th has no meaning for me personally, (except I know to plan for the shops to be closed), but I am proud to light a menorah for 8 nights and sing the blessings tonight, and it means so much to me when people do take 4 seconds and ask, “what holiday do you celebrate?” It can make all the difference.
I hope even one person understands
my mom ordered two different pizzas from two different places cause she had coupons and they both got here at the same time so we had a pizza hut delivery guy and a dominos delivery guy both standing by our front door and the dominos guy looks at the pizza hut guy and proceeds to sing Why Can’t We Be Friends? while the pizza hut guy just glares at him
I have never met a person who understands all of me.
Perhaps a handful of distinct individuals, in my twenty-something years, have understood 70% of who I am at my core.
But never more.
It gets awfully lonely every now and again.
And sometimes… I grow weary of trying to show them; I grow tired of trying to will them to understand.
It is times like those that the wind whispers… "perhaps it is time to walk away."