Yes... I'll admit... since the big Miley Cyrus debacle, I've wandered around wondering WTF it means to "twerk". Having heard that phrase one too many times tonight, I decided to let Google, once again, be my friend. Now I know... Too bad I can't say my mind is any more broadened by the acquisition of this knowledge. To be honest, I'm a little let down. I thought it was something far dirtier.
Not long ago, I was attempting to read a book called "The Potty Mouth at the Table." The descriptive summary spoke of an author devoid of couth and manners and just let whatever she was thinking on any given topic fly right out of her mouth. A few chapters in, I, once again, thought I needed to be writing a book so I could show this bitch how it's REALLY done. Then again... I wonder if anyone could truly handle my brand of brashness. Think before you answer. I think MAYBE 2 or 3 people have ever seen me in action.
and it keeps coming back to that, doesn't it? my incessant need/want/desire to write a book.
So why haven't I? I don't know. I keep getting caught up in life, I suppose.
Going between writing this blog and perusing my Facebook newsfeed, I see my friend, Sheryle, has posted a meme that has a quote from Dr. King: "Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter."
Define "matter". Do we mean things that matter to us but don't necessarily matter to others, or are we talking about global issues, things that pertain to humanity? I guess, to me, any way you slice the pie, that quote is very true. In fact, I'm pretty sure I was meant to see that because seeing it was like a punch to my gut. I have things that matter (to me) to discuss, and, if I leave them unspoken, then, yes, the ending of my life has begun. WOW... wasn't really counting on a heavy epiphany tonight, but we really shouldn't question these things when they're handed to us. *sigh*
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