Only 4 blogs ongoing at one time.  OK.


So because I have posts that are attached to blogs that once removed may or may not make sense I will be saving all blogs in a separate folder for reference. I will sometimes include the content of the deleted blog in the  relevant post, in order to make way for the new blog.
I guess it is or should be a revolving machine of information that although is awkward, and a bit confusing at the moment, I am sure it will level out down the road.

Getting digression out of the way,  I will continue with the ongoing topics of discussions or rather indiscusssions, or undiscussions? I doubt either of those are words, but mediocre is at best the goal these days, so I will just throw those into the Luvns made up word dictionary.

Now back to respect.  Below is my reply to a comment on my post regarding "wokeness" and women, and that reply included a bit about respect.  I left  a comment and quickly realised it needed a spot of it's own, mostly because it does not really exist anymore.  I am not sure where we lost it, or why we lost it, it definitely is gone though. 
Growing up, I had to have respect.  The people around me, their time, space.  Their things, property, nature, animals.  Incoming and outgoing tides, currents and or under tows. 
I respected these things/people because they earned it, or worked for it.  It was also often self-defeating and or dangerous for me if I didn't.  I also had the choice not to respect.  That however did not lead into being disrespectful, and in my opinion is pretty much where we are now.
Complete and total disrespect of all of the above. 

People that have clearly earned the right to be respected are not.  Those that have done little to nothing are wandering the earth demanding respect, as opposed to earning it themselves.
 Like they are entitled to peoples time and things, and even piggy backing off of others trust.  Trust that has already been built.  Sometimes destroying it in a moment with a whim, and a lie.

I have made more than my share of mistakes though, so don't get me wrong.  I am far from perfect.
I made the mistakes of lying, they never pay off. Not in the long run.
That said, the truth was not always helpful either.
Which may be the topic in my next article around Gold diggers, men, and the women who hate them.

Respect seems to be a thing of the past.  I guess it has something to do with self respect, although I am not really sure anymore.  I find this particularly so with Boomers and or their kids.  I am not sure if they didn't teach their kids wrong from right, if they were jealous, felt left out, or are just angry.  I guess if you are not comfortable in your own skin the idea is that you should be able to simply take someone else's.
The problem is some of us like our skin well enough.  It is not that we don't mind sharing.  We just don't like others helping themselves to it, and we certainly do not want the little dribbles left over that you do not want, anymore than you do.  Why would I want that stuff.

Getting back to mistakes, for me they were more(and still are) life lessons.
I can remember one of my kids going through a box from the food bank, as well as a box full of "leftovers" given to me by a friend. Stuff she had in her freezer that she did not want, but did not want to waste.
  Almost all of the cans were expired, and the stuff from the freezer so burnt and gross I am not sure I would have fed it to a dog. 
 Yet here I was appreciating less, and really being grateful to the strangers that did not donate expired, or  .69 cent cans of soup that made up the remainder of the box.  I made due with what I had, we all made due. 
I made one can of good soup go further than 4 cans of .69 cent soup ever took me.
I am not sure if that made me spoiled, entitled or both.  I was not going to settle though, not on some things. 
I had settled enough.

I am pretty convinced, whether moving from another country or a home that is a mess, these people are not looking for better. 
They are looking for an easy way out.  A place to escape from, rather than go to.  Perhaps in hopes that someone else will prevent what they left behind, from happening again.  It does not happen that way though, they don't leave their past behind, they bring it with them.  Only to recreate the very same thing wherever they land.

I wish I felt safe and secure. Confident with the world, because there used to be a time when I did. 
I guess I had a pretty good life. 
Now I am just irritated, and scared at what is left for my kids, and me for that matter.
That folks are OK with leaving this behind in their wake.  No wonder so many of them are OK with dying, 
Why would anyone want to deal with this.

The whole idea was NOT to be a burden, never mind a detriment...Yet, here we are. We, being me.

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THE ART OF OFFENDING 2021 - (deleted blog)

I often joke, and find humour in, what to some could be horribly offensive.

I am not sure how it changed, or why it changed...However, it did change.

In my day, and I say that with a certain amount of disdain as it makes me sound old, I grew up around offensive. The ability to make one think, or laugh. If it was true you thought, if it was not you laughed.

Now if it is true everyone seems to get angry or hurt, easily offended is the norm, and I am not even sure what is laughable anymore.

Luvnsun - 13 days ago RESPECT (reply to a comment re woke women)

I also have issues with respect, more so the lack of it. It is too conditional,again at one time respect was earned, not demanded. We got there on merit. If you did not know them it was given until it was confirmed one way or the other. It is a great discussion to have. Being listened to, heard then having discussions around right and wrong used to be a thing to come to conclusions and or understanding. Now one is always all right or all wrong, when often there are bits and pieces of both. Open and honest conversations without any hurt feelings and or getting too emotional are what used to form reasonable conclusions to right or wrong. That does not happen at all now it seems. That took at least some respect on some level by all parties involved. You never know what chard of wisdom and or ideas can come out of brainstorming with respectful people that have the ability to listen, and or not listen, and then be able to speak with respect.