It surprised Pamela
that she had enemies.
Bosses.
Coworkers.
Strangers
on the road.
She tried so hard to be nice,
but
SOME
people...
ugh!
At last, though,
she finally found
an
absolutely
perfect
vengeance.
Every day,
she got up in the morning,
and she lived her life
as if none of them
mattered
at
all.
55
Thank you goddess of love, for the knowledge that enemies have no more power over us than we give them.
Lovingly yours,
A devotee
17 comments:
Great message in a 55!
Mmmm it's a good way to protect oneself but loney. Very thought provoking 55.
others will hurt you, only if you allow them to.
Great 55ve Devotee!
Devo...You are so very insightful and profound. Thank you for sharing the beauty that is Your mind!!!
It's an honor for me to read such wisdom...Galen
Yes, very thought provoking.
It's strange.
I don't feel as though I have enemies.
I don't really, none that I know of anyhow.
But, people DO affect me a great deal.
I can't help that.
I can't pretend that I don't live in a world with six billion other people.
I try.
But, then I come back down to reality.
Maybe one day I will find a job that makes me money where I don't have to deal with the general public any longer though!!!
That might be nice.
No, not might....it WOULD be nice!
ha!
I agree with Galen here, too.
Maybe not caring about anyone else in the world, what they're like, or how they treat the world around them, would be an easier way to live...and wiser...
I don't know how to exactly just THINK like you on a daily basis.
...Your mind....it would be nice to have it rub off on me.
But, I'll settle for some of your wasabi to wrap my ginger around.
=P
xoxo, Devo
I wish I had time to have played this week.
Only I don't know what I would have written about. My mind has nothing in it lately. Strumpet has left the building.
Rastaman,
Glad you liked it. You're one cool dude, and that's nice to hear coming from you.
Akelamalu,
I'm always happy to provoke thoughts! I do want to emphasize, though, that when Pamela lives her life as if none of "them" matter, "them" refers to people who antagonize her, not to people in general. There is shelter in isolation, but real triumph requires us to remain in the world as we weather it.
Mona,
We're on the same wavelength there! Thanks!
Galen,
Watch out, because that kind of talk might just go straight to my head, and frankly, I can at times already be a bit too full of myself! But I thank you from the bottom of my heart anyway, and I hope that I can maintain my humility despite such high praise from a guy who clearly knows what he's talking about.
Strumpet,
I'll be honest here - I wish I could think like me on a daily basis too. I mean, obviously I have these thoughts, and I capture them in words, and they seem to make so much sense and lay out such a clear blueprint for improving one's outlook on life - but actually implementing them consistently - no, persistently - that's the harder part.
But do you know what? Even though it's hard, it's worth trying anyway. And knowing people like you is one of the main reasons it's worth it.
I mean that.
And Strumpet hasn't left the building, either. She's been beaten down, but she's not beaten. She's tired, and she's hurt, but she's got WAY too much attitude to stay down.
Because I think, ultimately, that Strumpet knows this: Strumpet would not be better if she were more like the world.
No, the world would be better if it were more like Strumpet.
Have a wasabi cough drop on me. Your voice will be back anytime now.
: )
Love to all,
Devotee
Mmmm....
...wasabi cough-drops.
Do they make those?
I did try an impromptu concoction for a guest the other night that was fantastic!
They ordered oysters and our oysters are not the traditional oysters on the half-shell, they come with ginger and black sesame and red tobiko and yuzu mignonette and garlic and Asian shit. They're good and all, but a true oyster fanatic usually wants cocktail sauce and I don't particularly blame them.
Anyhow, we do not have cocktail sauce in-house and I wanted my guest to be happy.
So, I asked the chef if he could mix ketchup and wasabi together, seeing as we didn't have any horseradish either, not even in our bar. Ridiculous, I know.
However, my table raved and raved about this concoction.
So, now it's my new thing.
Suped-up cocktail sauce.
Red wasabi deliciousness.
Wasabi in a cough drop sounds just as kickass.
If you ever invent them I will pre-order your first 2,000 cases.
omigod.
Oysters with wasabi cocktail sauce?
I'm all over some of that.
You might want to consider patenting that recipe and selling it.
I'm joking, but maybe I shouldn't be joking. It sounds terrific.
I've never actually heard of wasabi cough drops. I did, however, try to suck on a wasabi-coated pea once as though it were a cough drop. I'd been eating them one or two at a time, and the thought struck me that I should see how they tasted if I just tried to let one dissolve on my tongue.
I just about died.
Everyone in the room at the time just about died laughing at me. Apparently it was quite a sight.
Wasabi peas rock.
We used to have them at the bar in the old restaurant I worked at. It was upscale Chinese/Asian-fusion and the wasabi peas were mixed with spicy peanuts. It was a yummy little combo and only at the bar. But, anyone who ever came in and sat at the bar and knew about them, that would come back to sit in the restaurant to eat, would then make us servers go to the bar and get them this beloved concoction.
I miss that little combo.
Never sucked on one though.
It was more about the crunch for me.
Trust me, eating wasabi peas is one circumstance in which crunching is far superior to sucking.
; )
That is what I call my cat's hard food, 'The Krunchies.'
My cat is fussy. (Of course, she's fussy. Aren't we all, sometimes?)
In being fussy, there are times when Lumpkin does not want her soft food, for one reason, or another, which is odd cos she LOVES her soft food, as it is a luxury she rarely had in her old home, and here she gets some several times a week. Anyhow, there are days where I pick-out a new flavour that she does not like.
The other day, for instance, I bought her Fancy Feast White Meat Chicken Florentine in creamy sauce mixed with garden greens.
I thought this shit looked yum to me.
I even showed my Lumpkin the label and explained to her that it read, 'Gourmet Shit for Boopies.'
Perhaps that is where I erred, because Lumpkin would not eat her Kitty Cat Chicken Florentine despite it costing me more money than my little can of white albacore in water that I had for dinner which had been on sale for 88cents a can which I thought was a good price.
Long story short, I said, 'Fine Lumpkin, my Boopy, eat The Krunchies.'
So, she did.
Oh, and that was my second comment of the New Year.
Woo!
yeah!!
Can you tell I'm trying to maintain a more positive outlook for 2009?
I can!
If I said, 'We'll see how long it lasts...,' would that be out-of-line with the positivity thing?
I have always loved the smell of canned cat food (dog food too, for that matter). Thankfully, most of it looks really nasty, or else I'm pretty sure I would have tried it years ago.
So if the new stuff actually looks good, I'd better make sure not to buy any, or I'll end up being one of those vitamin-deficient old folks who subsist on a diet of pet food.
Ship's sensors are definitely showing increased levels of positivity at your coordinates. However, your uncertainty over the phrase "We'll see how long it lasts" is most puzzling. Starfleet procedure clearly indicates that any phenomenon demonstrating transformational characteristics should be systematically observed in order to determine whether it is consistent or anomalous. Why would such monitoring strike you as evidence of negativity?
; )
(I think that paragraph ended up being much more Commander Data than Mr. Spock, but the point remains the same: you can't stay upbeat if you don't watch yourself for signs of being a gloomy gus.)
I bought a can of wasabi peas on New Year's Day.
I went to lunch at this cool place that has awesome falafel and awesome lentil soup called Sultan's Market. I went specifically for the lentil soup on New Year's.
But, they also sell a bunch of little stuff to-go like Baklava and Jordan almonds and ...wasabi peas.
So, when I saw them on the shelf I had to get them.
So, I did.
Pure yum.
AND I had sushi at work yesterday. We have an awesome and cool sushi chef, so my friend and I each ordered a roll for dinner after our shift and we each traded a couple of pieces. I had a spider roll and he had the chef surprise him with something special and God it was good.
Our sushi dude makes his own sweet chili sauce that he had decoratively on the plate and I was sopping it all up.
If I order sushi again tonight, I will have to remember to roll my wasabi in the ginger and make little tiny snacks for the mini-Devo on my bra-strap.
Holy cow, do you ever know how to eat!
Maybe you need to become a food critic or something, because every time you start writing about food, I start to salivate.
I doubly enjoyed reading this part:
AND I had sushi at work yesterday. We have an awesome and cool sushi chef, so my friend and I each ordered a roll for dinner after our shift
Because not only do I love sushi and hearing about sushi and reading about sushi, but it was a story relating to your work that didn't end up with you being miserable. I hope that's a sign of your 2009 positivity, but even if it's just a tribute to the power of sushi, I still found it uplifting!
Mmmm, sweet chili sauce.
epardon me for drooling.
And you've hit on another good life motto:
Sop it up!
: )
I had to wait on a food critic last week.
I was freaking out about it.
They have me wait on V.I.P.'s all the time, and I'm fine, but when I waited on this guy I was NER-VOUS!
But, he was on a date with a sweet girl whom he was trying to impress, (and I think she was,) so I think he liked that.
Anyhow, you're right.
I'd MUCH rather be the food critic.
Only I wouldn't be the famous kind that wants all their shit for free, I would pay for my shit and be anonymous so's not to freak the server out.
Cos that's all I need in the papers...
'There was this strumpet they had waiting on me who was nice and all but you could tell she didn't really want to be there.'
It would all be entirely true, of course. But, I'd be devastated.
So, it's a good thing I don't read the paper, 'cept for the Crossword and upcoming show listings and movie times and ....
...usually restaurant reviews.
But, just not this one.
I read a different paper, anyhow.
That's a good motto, though.
You're right again.
Maybe I'll put it on a t-shirt.
I had to wait on a food critic last week.
I was freaking out about it.
They have me wait on V.I.P.'s all the time, and I'm fine, but when I waited on this guy I was NER-VOUS!
But, he was on a date with a sweet girl whom he was trying to impress, (and I think she was,) so I think he liked that.
Anyhow, you're right.
I'd MUCH rather be the food critic.
Only I wouldn't be the famous kind that wants all their shit for free, I would pay for my shit and be anonymous so's not to freak the server out.
Cos that's all I need in the papers...
'There was this strumpet they had waiting on me who was nice and all but you could tell she didn't really want to be there.'
It would all be entirely true, of course. But, I'd be devastated.
So, it's a good thing I don't read the paper, 'cept for the Crossword and upcoming show listings and movie times and ....
...usually restaurant reviews.
But, just not this one.
I read a different paper, anyhow.
That's a good motto, though.
You're right again.
Maybe I'll put it on a t-shirt.
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