really know anything about this site. I don’t know why people like it or how they find it entertaining. All day long, clicking like and reblog. I don’t know how people interact with each other or how people begin to take notice of things. I will post my little post anyway because it is better out of my head then in.
The plan for the day is to get my housework done. Since Thursday I have had people underfoot. I have also had a migraine. Because I am a sensitive and complicated person; Thursday was a manic day and Thursday night I crashed. Went completely numb. I was so off that I got blind sided by the mother of one of my daughters friends. She felt that my interacting socially with her 15 year old son on facebook was not “appropriate”. That is some pretty harsh wording. I take my role as parent very seriously. I am not my children’s friend nor am I simply there to tell them “no” when they do something I don’t like. It is my job to feed, clothe, house, nurture and guide them as they grow into adulthood. Their friends are a part of their lives and I believe in taking an active role in their lives as well. This means taking interest and actually getting to know them when it is acceptable to the friend. I comment on my daughters updates and sometimes I will exchange comments with her friends but there is more to it than even that.
Being a teenager is hard. They are not just kids anymore; they are expected to make decisions for themselves. They are also not yet adults so their choices are often scrutinized and judged. In some cases a teenager who does not know they can talk to someone feels powerless, freakish, wrong, bad. Sometimes when they really do need a responsible adult, they try to handle a situation themselves for fear of getting into trouble. This is where I step in. I am the parent who will pick your child up from a party at 3 in the morning because they got drunk, the party got out of control and they wanted to leave because they didn’t feel safe; but they don’t want to call you because they are afraid you will yell at them for being stupid. I am the person they will talk to about something very serious to them because they are afraid to talk to you and then I will tell them to talk to you. I will even offer to be there for support.
I am a mom and I am “extra” mom. I am not the “cool” mom. I have grounded my kids friends when their parents didn’t. I don’t give out cigarettes, alcohol or drugs. I don’t even drink. I do not promote or allow sexual behavior in my home but I will discuss the risks of promiscuity with them and encourage them to always consider their safety and the safety of their partner because I know that just because we tell them not to do something doesn’t mean they won’t. I know that saying “no” to them is not enough. They need to know that even if they mess up you still love them and I am the objective party that can assure them that all parents love their children. Even when they are angry.
I permitted this woman to make me feel badly about myself and the active role I took in getting to know and understand her son. When I first began monitoring the conversations between this boy and my daughter he was encouraging her to lie to me and I got him to understand that honesty is very important. He may not tell me everything but I will say that he feels comfortable being honest with me. I also strongly urged him not to get into trouble at school. At no time was the interaction inappropriate but her approach to me was an attack, a judgment; she felt I was a threat to her son for no reason other than I was casually talking to him in messenger and on his wall. Not every adult who speaks to our children is a predator. I have been grateful for the adult mentors my son has befriended online. They are very close friends of mine. They were and still are responsible adults who he can talk to when he is troubled and does not feel I will listen or understand.
In the aftermath of all of this, I am left understanding why someone wrongly accused of something they did not do would take their own life. I wouldn’t; I feel that there is no act more selfish in life than suicide. It is manipulative and self serving but I do understand the pain that would cause a person to express themselves in this way. I have been crying since yesterday morning just because I feel so hurt that someone would jump to that conclusion. I am blocked from his profile but thankfully he can still be friends with my daughter and to me there is nothing more important than my children’s happiness. If I could talk to him right now I would tell him that he is always welcome to hang out with my daughter; in my home or elsewhere, as long as I know where they are and that I am thinking about keeping the kitten he wanted until he is old enough to come and get it himself.
I’m a 20-something lady looking for a roommate in downtown Manhattan for August 1. Really easygoing, just looking for someone cool and normal.
Gender not important, but no merpeople. Also no housecats, and no bigots. No bigoted merpeople with housecats or bigoted cats with house-merpeople. Also…
I have a client who doesn’t like to spell out “follow-up.”
“Has this been completed? F/U. Also, saw some preliminary designs - F/U to that too.”
if I read the directions but I never do. I plunge in head first and find out that I missed something crucial. No matter I will figure it out! I am enjoying the things I see.
It doesn’t pay to wake up. I don’t know what motivates others. I don’t know what motivates me. Sometimes I have no motivation at all. I write what comes through my brain and onto the keys. Ramblings of an unkempt consciousness. Blach! Now I feel better.
My mother used to call it verbal vomit, spew, vomit. I call it bile. Like pus from a festering wound it seeps gooey and green. I have no style. I have no talent. Some less logical minds call what I do a shaping of the word; word smithing. Just call me Smitty. I have gone by many names online and off. I answer to just about anything.
I like art more than poetry but I have only the creativity of life. That I can do. I can create and shape life. I can mold a mind.
Now I am bored.
