Fifteen Minutes and Finding Peace

For fifteen minutes each day, I allow myself to do what I hate to do most: I waste time.

For fifteen minutes, I stay in my room with the door shut, kneel down, and stare at the wall in front of me. I do nothing.

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For fifteen minutes each day, I allow myself to do what I hate to do most: I waste time.

For fifteen minutes, I stay in my room with the door shut, kneel down, and stare at the wall in front of me. I do nothing.

(Oh, so this is how she finds inspiration for these posts…from a wall….it’s obvious )

No, I don’t find inspiration; I find peace.

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What Is Better Than Being a Victim?

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Who wants to be a victim?

Well, a lot of people apparently. It’s been quite the fad. If you are concerned about falling behind on this trend, don’t worry: anyone can be a victim. You only have to be a Hispanic, a red-head, a woman or even none of the above, to apply for victim status.

(No, you say. I am a white bald-headed male and I know that I am the victimizer of all victims.)

Woe is you, Mr. White Patriarchy, I say, but crawl out from the slum the Dark Ages of 2010 placed you in. This is 2017 and all one must do is identify as a victim! Nothing exist but what is in your mind, after all.  Continue reading