This is something that pisses me to the core. And it happened to me all the way back in primary school.
It always shit me how I would be asked to do things by kids in my class and then they never had the guts to own up to not doing them.
In year 7, a so-called friend who sat next to me asked me to drawer the cover of a book for her. It was a class thing; we got books from the library and had to replicate the cover. She asked, I did, purely because I was raised to be nice and friendly and help people out. So what happened? All of the girls passed our tables and told her how great her picture was. And what did she do? She THANKED THEM!
Not that SHE did it, oh HELL TO THE NO, she didn’t do the cover herself and didn’t say she hadn’t, just accepted the credit for it. This girl screwed me over a few times that year. I don’t know whether it was because she was Greek or the way she was raised, as a flake that flaked out of things and let people down.
All of my life people have let me down, taken what they could take, and given nothing in return and it PISSES ME OFF.
I got so sick and tired of being used that by year 10 I refused everyone everything. I refused to lend my pencils/textas etc because I knew I wouldn’t get them back (like my sunglasses I loaned a male classmate in our year 9 musical and he gave them to someone else and gave me a shit pair in return) or I’d get them back broken. Well no more. No more being used. I was asked by a girl in my class to draw her year 10 typing assignment cover for her, I said no, she called me a bitch. Well fuck you! Glad I didn’t.
In 1996 mum and I started line dancing, and in the early days people thought they could use me to teach them dances because I picked them up so quick. I had rumours and lies spread about me and was used. I was also over it.
All of this has made me be the “meanie” I am today. I’ve had goods broken, not returned. I’ve been used and treated badly for it. Well fuck all of you arseholes, do your fucking shit yourselves and stop being lazy bastards. I’m not responsible for your bullshit, just my own. And no, you can’t wear my clothes or try on my jewellery. If you break it you won’t give a fuck because it’s not yours and you certainly wouldn’t pay for it. Nope, you’d just shrug your shoulders, roll your eyes and go, “it’s not mine”, in your immature whine.
Well then mine is not yours and you ain’t getting anything of mine in the future. You don’t get my time unless I have it and you fucking well pay for it. And pay well.
That brings me back to my fucking brother when he came back into our lives early 2015. All he showed was what a fucking little user he was. Got $400 off mum for his birthday and several of us did, and then within 10 days asked for more. And stupid her loaned it and guess what, two years later he STILL hasn’t paid it back. As much as I don’t like this word he’s driven me to using it, he’s a cunt, and can pay mum back and fuck off out of our lives forever. If I wasn’t living with mum I’d have fuck all to do with any of them. Unfortunately I don’t get a choice; I can just very loudly voice my opinion. Not that mum ever wants to hear it.
And his partner! Well, she made plans about me and told mum but didn’t have the balls to even talk to me about it. She told mum she was all excited to take my jewellery down to her place and sell at local markets. She told mum she was going to get me to sell her shit on eBay. Did she talk to me? Fuck no! If she had’ve I would have told her to pay full price for the jewellery if she wanted to re-sell it. There’s no way in fucking hell it’s leaving the house with her. In 2015 when mum was sick she rang at 8:12 am, woke me up after 3 hours sleep all night and told me she’d gotten a new computer and was going to write a book. Not long ago she told mum she couldn’t work the computer. Hope she doesn’t expect me to teach her so she can fuck off.
And after they had been here for three or four visits in 2015, she walked in here and told me she had gotten books from the library and knew how to fix my nose problems when 1 – I haven’t talked to her about my nose problems, so 2 – she had no fucking idea what was wrong with me, and 3 – how fucking arrogant. She later told mum I had “shut her down” when she’d brought it up. I nearly went into the lounge room and said ‘well what do you expect, you have no fucking idea what my health issues are and here you are arrogantly telling me you’ve fixed it’. How fucking rude!
Have you had people use you then take credit? What did they do and what did you do about it?
The recent Billy Bush (I don’t know the full details but I think he made derogatory remarks along with Donald Trump) case made me think of something.
He was penalised for something he did 11 years ago.
Can you imagine what would happen if we were all penalised for stupid shit we did years, if not decades ago? We’d all be out of a job and no one would be working.
Apparently these days you can lose a job over something stupid you did before even being employed by your current employer. Something that has absolutely nothing to do with them.
No one has a perfect life. We’ve all made stupid dumb mistakes. But to hold it against someone over a decade later is stupid in itself. And I doubt the people who run these companies who are sacking everyone have such perfect lives of their own and have never done stupid shit. Coz, yeah, you’d get the sack too.
I remember hearing about the sports reporter in America who got the sack for incorporating Prince song titles into the sports report. He got the sack for that! He wasn’t rude, he didn’t offend people, but he got the fucking sack because he didn’t abide by the “network rules”.
Are you fucking kidding me!!!!!
People in glass houses…peeps…people in glass houses…
I’m talented, and thank you very much, but let’s take a moment to study what it
actually is all about.
the ability to open your mouth and sing without ever having a lesson. It’s the
ability to pick up an instrument and play it without ever seeing one before. It’s
the ability to pick up a paint brush or pencil and paint or draw something that
could only come from pure talent.
dedication to our craft.
spend years perfecting their playing, how many singers spend years with vocal
coaches, how many painters spend years honing their craft?
our profession, or hobby as the case may be for some. It’s only been the last
few years that talentless hacks called reality show contestants are getting the
jobs that many of us strive for years to get, learning our craft, polishing our
act, all to be told that some little pissant is getting the gig because, well,
they have more social media followers and will bring in the cash.
short one. You don’t get to write the way big authors do unless you’ve had
years of practise and education on the ins and outs of writing and all that
comes with it.
known, unless you have proven yourself on stage and screen, writing, producing,
hosting, singing, dancing, doing everything because that’s what you spend years
learning and honing and educating yourself on.
what we do. It has nothing to do with natural talent, as others may see it; it
has to do with us being dedicated to what we love.
some other instrument? That’s purely practise from their mother’s sitting them
down and making them rehearse. Asian cultures are more into that than we are.
You don’t get to play the piano like that at three unless you’ve already been
practising for two years.
If it’s just paint on a canvas then there’s no prodigy or reincarnation from
some famous artist. Simply a kid who put paint to paper and the parents thought
they could make a buck by calling it “abstract”. I’d love to see a five year old
paint the Mona Lisa or Sistine Chapel.
are just well practiced, rehearsed and educated on our craft after years of honing
have been able to write these if it wasn’t for years of practise in English
class at school, and my teacher critiquing me on them. After I wrote my first,
The Road To Vegas, where the original draft was shit, I signed up to writing
clubs and read a tonne of books. I googled what I could not find and asked
questions, all in the pursuit of knowledge which is far more than what some
people bother doing these days. I learned what it took to be a published
author. And while I may not be traditionally published, I am still published. And that knowledge led me to writing my own book about self-publishing (middle bottom).
simplification of what I already use, and will be using the new name on my new
series. I’m seeing if they sell more with an initialled name on the front and
then I might change the rest.
of practise behind me. Whether it be in jewellery making or writing.
dedication to the education of our craft?
I’ve been watching a bit of tv of late, Housewives of Jersey, and the one thing I’ve really noticed is the arrogant air of entitlement.
Every second person believes they are entitled to whatever they want.
If you win lotto, they believe they’re entitled to it.
If they give you a scratchie for your birthday, if you win, they believe they’re entitled to some.
If you become a celebrity they believe they’re entitled to ride on your coat tails.
If you get a new house, they believe they’re entitled to just come on over.
If you get a new car, they believe they’re entitled to drive it.
If you dare to mention what you think of something on social media, they believe they’re entitled to call you every name under the sun, plus racist, sexist, fat shamer, weight shamer, hater, troll, bully, etc, while they’re actually doing all of that to you, because they can’t discuss a subject like normal people, they have to attack you just for having your opinion.
Now we all know my view on Gen Ys and how many have been raised to be entitled, but I have seen many a Gen X and some Boomers of the same entitlement lately. And it’s incredibly suffocating and makes me want to punch a few people in the head.
We currently have our version of The Bachelor going on and the girls are in their mid to late twenties, Gen Y, and the amount of insecurity, immaturity and entitlement going on is disgusting. They all believe they’re entitled to attack if you get more attention, entitled to call you names, entitled to bitch and whinge about you.
Some older people think that because they’re older it entitles them to push ahead in lines, not follow rules and generally be as big a pain in the bum as Gen Ys. It seems rules are not meant to be followed any more, it’s just all about doing what you want to do and to hell with everyone else.
Well I say a big fat NO!
You are NOT entitled to my stuff, to use it, abuse it or wear it.
You are NOT entitled to my money if I win any, or my home if I get one, or my car if I buy one.
You are NOT entitled to borrow my things, copy me, act like me, or try to be me.
And most importantly, you are NOT entitled to treat me like shit and walk all over me just because YOU are a bitch and don’t agree with me! I don’t care if you don’t agree with me, but I will smack the crap our of you if you attack me for it.
Have you guys seen this crap going on?
After talking about potty mouths and toilet humour last week it got me to thinking about other phrases that we use, and actually, how wrong they are.
Take “you’ve made your bed, now lie in it”.
The way I see it, you don’t have to lie in it, you just have to deal with it, and in dealing with it you can fling back the covers and go and buy another bed. You don’t have to live your whole life in that bed, get rid of it, change the sheets and linen, and change who you share it with. You do not have to stick with a decision that has proven itself to be wrong.
The other thing that people say is “don’t have regrets”.
How can we not have regrets? There is stupid shit I did in my teens that I still feel that twang over, my head hangs and shakes side to side at the stupidity of my choice, and I’m like, ugh, why did I do that?
I think it’s a good indicator of how things work. By regretting a choice you can learn to not make the same one. By feeling those feelings you remember how it felt so you won’t continue making the same stupid choice.
There is no possible way that there is a person on this planet that does not have regrets, even just one. Or is it just that at their age (it always seems to be older people who say this phrase) they don’t remember the feelings they had over the regret, so they no longer have it?
I don’t know, but it seems to me these days that phrases just don’t cut the mustard any more and don’t mean what they once did because I can debate and argue a phrase to death.
Have you guys come across a phrase that no longer seems to work in the current environment of being human?
When you go through your life buying, wearing, using things,
you know full well that because those items are available in stores that there are
going to be other people buying, wearing, using them as well.
wearing the same clothes, shoes or jewellery I wear. That’s why I’ve bought so
much online. Ebay has provided me with a massive amount of kaftans, kimonos and
jewellery that no one else around me will have. So have my handy jewellery
look like a million other people.
same things you do?
our own thing unless we’re raised in a family where the family business matters.
How many families have we seen where everyone joins the police force, or become
creative, my brain is hyper overdrive creative and all of my life I have drawn,
written and made things to keep my brain active.
for the other. Everything that comes with those two things also come along for
the ride, such as fashion, styling and designing, not just jewellery and
clothing, but book covers and social media headers and pictures as well.
last 30 years, with their hair, their animals, their clothes, their furniture
and everything else. And for the last few years sister #2 has been throwing paint
on canvases. That’s her creativity. She calls it abstract, I call it paint on a canvas. And I certainly don’t call it art as
animals and kids can smear paint on something and call it art. Now I have my
sister-in-law copying and it makes me want to scream (see the above picture).
2001, because he threw a tantrum and stormed off because mummy didn’t sign his
little piece of paper. We only started seeing them in Feb of 2015 after sister #2 harassed mum into calling him. I found out that she was also making jewellery. Now when
we last saw them in 2001 I’d only made a few bits and pieces and only owned a few more.
Now I own over 2000 pieces and have my own company and now she’s making copper
wire jewellery. Of course she knew about my jewellery business because
sister #2 told her as I clearly hadn’t.
wants to write a book. Now, every time I write, I burn inside about her doing
that. Why in God’s name can’t I be the only one in this family to do that?
Sure, millions of people in the world write a book, and sure, millions of
people in the world make jewellery. But the world becomes very, very, very
small when it’s your family doing the exact same thing as you and you are no
longer the only individual in your family.
making experience and know stuff she doesn’t. I guess I can thank God I’ve got
10 years of novel writing and experience and know stuff she doesn’t. But now
I’m busting my butt trying to get all of these books out of my head as well as
look after mum and try and run a household, and all I’ve got in my head is her
wanting to write a God damn book.
I want something for myself in this bloody family of mine. Something to call my
own. I’m 10-15 years younger than them and just want something for myself.
one or two, but now I’m up to 22 and have more in my head that needs to be written, and I
still have not said anything. Why do I need to? But I knew whoever saw my Facebook style blog page (I’m friends with sister #2), that she would see it and it would possibly
get around. She’s known as someone who cannot keep shut her mouth and stay out
of other people’s business and then one day last year mum told me sister #1 knew. And I’m like, “why didn’t you tell me”, she’s like, “it slipped my
mind”. I’m like, “I never said anything to any of them how would they know?”
anything, as I wrote about here.
can’t even have that. I have thought of being a know it all (I do love putting
people in their place when it comes to them having a lack of knowledge) just to see the
looks on their faces as it would give me some sort of weird satisfaction over them. But that would be letting the cat out of the bag, so I’ll say nothing for now.