it's nOt abOut yOu (Omfg)

Shut-The-Fuck-Up.

These posts, my blogs, my decisions, the lifestyle I live. Guess what these all have in common?

They're MINE.

Do you know what that means? Well, egotistical one, it means that they aren't fucking about you.

There are tons and tons of bloggers, leaders, coaches, etc on Instagram, Facebook or in venues hosting seminars about what they believe is true. They are speaking about topics that they are passionate about, or feel connected to. They are simply sharing their insight/opinion in regards to whatever matter they are discussing. Thats what blogging is. It is sharing your thoughts, mending your soul and processing your perceptions.

Blogging is often about the blogger releasing and freeing themselves from their thoughts, sharing their views of the world, with others whom may connect with it.

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You know what I dig about blogging? Freedom of speech.

Freedom of fucking speech.

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Whether you like it or not, these are my words, written on a screen, for you and whomever else, to read.

Pointless? Stupid? Pathetic?

I don't give a rats rear.

Why?

Although some people may find this preachy, stupid, a waste of time or pathetic; others will find it uplifting, inspiring and insightful. These others, will feel that they are not alone. They will finally feel connected to something. Whether that connectedness is a person, a paragraph or a photo, it will be relatable for them. ...even this post. Call it the hippie dippy in me, but deep down, I know my truths are being acknowledged by another. I know I am making a difference for someone. Even if it is only one person, thats one person I am positively affecting. Thats more than you can say, isn't it?

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As humans, we all desire the same common connection.

We all want to be loved.

We all want to feel supported and understood. It's truly a universal desire. Love, affection, attention, support - it really is what we all long for. And to those whom aren't yet understanding that. I ask you, why?

What is holding you back from realizing that we just want to feel connected?

This post is not aimed to be preachy. It's meant to wake people the fuck up. It's meant to show people that not everything is about them.​​

What I mean by this is, the photo that your friend reposted on instagram saying "You will make it a priority is it's important to you", isn't about JUST you.

It's not. Sure, you may have been the cherry topping to the friend feeling as though they aren't important. However, I can assure you that this post was a repost from consistently feeling this way, from a variety of sources.

You must recognize that not ever post, conversation being whispered in the corner, or "secret" coffee date - isn't about you.

People really don't care that much. Honest to God truth, they don't. People do not want to spend their every waking minute, thinking about how you hurt them, are deceitfully trying to find things to say (purely negative things) about you. Thats not how this shit works. It's not.

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Emotions are fucking complex.

And although you can have an acute emotional response, I can guarantee that your acute response, was triggered by lingering pain.

People can relate on so many levels to things.

For example:

Your dad bailed on you for coffee - you're hurt.

Your mum was late picking you up - you're upset.

Your sister can't hangout tonight - you feel unimportant.

Your brother is going out to watch hockey - you made plans last week to do that together.

INSERT: YOU BEING FUCKING HURT.

So you repost a photo on instagram (since thats all the rage right now) saying:

"your true friends will make time, while others make excuses".

or

"excuses are a way of finding out what is really important".

You were hurt. You saw this post in your newsfeed. You relate to it. You repost it.

Now you have world war 3 because someone (listed above) thought it was 110%, indefinitely, directed at them.

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FUCK OFF. NO.

Seriously. Like yeah dude, shit like that adds right the fuck up. It leads one to fleeting feelings of overwhelming anxiety, unworthiness, loneliness or isolation. It's not just that YOU had a part in this, it's the fact that it was a ticking time bomb, building and building until it finally blew up (aka was posted about or confronted about).

It's not about you.

It's all the little things that added up to this feeling.

"Those who cant converse, think everything is an argument"

I've never found a quote to be so impactful and true.

Think about this one. Really let it sink in.

Stop making everything about you.

It's not.

People are dealing with so bloody much more, then the ONE thing you did.

I will keep on writing, for that one person that you think doesn't exist.

Published blogs are published from the blogger, for the blogger, for the bloggers actual and receptive audience.

ya feel me?

xo.

dee