Bullying

My experience with bullying is that it merely points out to me who needs to get got.

A friend of mine asked a question on social media about bullying yesterday.

The day before, I had had a conversation with a different friend where I was trying to understand a concept I don’t believe in that he wholeheartedly believes in.

Because of the previous conversation, I approached the bullying question with “Do I understand what bullying is?” Continue reading “Bullying”

Winning, Bullying, and Political Correctness

Thanks to Charlie Sheen, we’ve been hearing a lot about Winning, lately.

We’ve also been hearing a lot of sour grapes about what he’s had to say about himself.

American society is “funny” like that. It’s pretty much cool for someone to WIN, unless they TELL YOU they’re winning. o_O

It’s also cool for other people to declare that you’re a winner, but you’re not allowed to say so yourself without people HATING the fact that you informed them that you’re winning. 😀 haha They don’t even hate that you’re winning, only that you essentially rubbed it in their faces. Continue reading “Winning, Bullying, and Political Correctness”

Class

Bill CammackAccording to Webster’s, one of the definitions of “Classy” is “Having or reflecting high standards of personal behavior”. Of course, that has to be measured subjectively, by the individual that’s judging for themselves what’s classy and what isn’t. If you take “society’s standards” as a point of reference, there are areas where I exhibit class and areas where I don’t.

I was walking down the street with a friend of mine one sunny afternoon as we were enjoying the day together. We had just come from the museum and were heading to one of my favorite places to eat and after that we were going to head to the movies. I was running my mouth about something and I noticed that there was a lady pushing an older lady in a wheelchair and she was attempting to enter a store, having understandable difficulty with the door.

Instinctively, and probably in mid-sentence, I hustled over and grabbed the door so the woman could easily push the other lady inside. They both smiled and thanked me and I smiled and said “You’re Welcome”. A few seconds later, my friend caught up, and I continued whatever I was talking about at the time.

She was smiling and says to me something like “That was really nice of you”.. To which, I replied “What was?”. I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about and started scanning my story for something in it that she might have been referring to. Continue reading “Class”