how do you #selfie your soul?

STOP SKINNY SHAMING!
seriously, this nonsense has to stop... people keep writing articles about how it's "Fat-Shaming" whenever someone posts a picture of themselves looking skinny, fit, or just good... apparently, this makes fat people feel bad about themselves.

honestly, maybe they should feel bad... seriously... being fit is being healthy... "i can be fat and healthy," says the offended... sure you can... you can smoke cigarettes and not get cancer... you can sky-dive and always have your parachute open... Evel Knievel can jump over the Grand Canyon and not plummet to his doom.

but let's be real about statistics for a moment... if you have excess body weight, you (statistically) will have higher triglycerides, cholesterol, etc... you are (statistically) at a higher risk for heart disease, cancer, diabetes, etc... your mortality rate (again, statistics) goes up.

for those who haven't made the connection:

• if you're fat, not fit, you're going to die sooner... if you're fit, you live longer.
• hell, if you're fit, you feel better.
• you can walk up stairs without having to sit down half-way up.
• sex is even better (and who doesn't want that?).
• on that note, excess body fat obstructs the base of the penis... that's right... the fit, skinny guy has a longer penis.
• skinny women receive greater penetration during sex... no thunder-thighs to get in the way.
• more sexual positions!... if you're fit, you can have sex in those damnable small bathtubs... (trust me, two whales mating in a puddle isn't pretty... don't Google that!)
• if you're fit, you can wear a greater variety of clothes... not because you look good in them, but because they make your size... the Big And Tall shop is a misnomer... tall has very little to do with it... it should be called, to paraphrase Gabriel Iglesias, "Big and Damn!"
• if you're fit, your children are more likely to be fit... that's right, if you live longer, so will they!

but, no... people have to get pissed of whenever someone else feels good about themselves.

like this turd... she gets all holier-than-thou about a lady who is internet-famous for her butt... she takes "selfies" of her own tush... along comes this lady who calls it "objectification of women"... so, a woman feels good about herself, takes a picture of her butt (which she obviously worked hard to get), posts it online because she's proud of it, and somehow she's objectifying herself.

let me get this straight... if i, as a guy, put on a tie, get a haircut, spruce myself up and decide "damn, I look good", the moment i share a photo of myself, i've objectified men?... because that's what you're saying women are doing... "damn, I look good"... *click*... *post*... objectification.

what... the... hell.

back to the "turd"... here's some of her bitching:

Someone needs to say it: Ladies, get a grip. Face selfies are one thing; butt selfies are another.

And yet, the problem with butt selfies and all manner of obsession with the female backside is old as time: It’s the objectification of women.

It’s great for Ms. Selter to promote #hardwork and #cleaneating, among other healthy lifestyle choices. It would be even better for someone to come along and remind us that we are cutting ourselves short when we focus purely on the physical.

if you can't take photos of yourself, what are you allowed to take pictures of?... you go to the gym, lose weight, feel great... take a photo of the car you drove to the gym?... won't that offend people with older model cars?... or, worse yet, no car?... that lady who had three kids, looks great, and challenges others to do the same; somehow she should take photos of something else?... what, her vagina for giving birth?... would that cause labia-envy?... the lady who showed off her six-pack abs just days after giving birth; should she take photos of her college degree?... or would that offend the illiterate?

i'd just like to know something... how in the hell do you take a selfie of your soul?

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source:
The Case Against Butt Selfies, by Erin VargoErin Vargo | TUE. MARCH 25 | Acculturated
Mom Angers World After Showing Off 6-Pack 3 Days After Giving Birth by Ericka Sóuter December 2, 2013
'Hot Facebook Mom' Still Wants To Know: 'What's Your Excuse?' The Huffington Post | by Cavan Sieczkowski 03/07/2014

beautiful unique snowflake in a blizzard

You are not special. You are not exceptional.

Contrary to what your u9 soccer trophy suggests, your glowing seventh grade report card, despite every assurance of a certain corpulent purple dinosaur, that nice Mister Rogers and your batty Aunt Sylvia, no matter how often your maternal caped crusader has swooped in to save you… you're nothing special.

Across the country no fewer than 3.2 million seniors are graduating about now from more than 37,000 high schools. That's 37,000 valedictorians… 37,000 class presidents… 92,000 harmonizing altos… 340,000 swaggering jocks… 2,185,967 pairs of Uggs. But why limit ourselves to high school? After all, you're leaving it. So think about this: even if you're one in a million, on a planet of 6.8 billion that means there are nearly 7,000 people just like you.

You see, if everyone is special, then no one is. If everyone gets a trophy, trophies become meaningless.

Like accolades ought to be, the fulfilled life is a consequence, a gratifying byproduct. It's what happens when you're thinking about more important things. Climb the mountain not to plant your flag, but to embrace the challenge, enjoy the air and behold the view. Climb it so you can see the world, not so the world can see you. Go to Paris to be in Paris, not to cross it off your list and congratulate yourself for being worldly. Exercise free will and creative, independent thought not for the satisfactions they will bring you, but for the good they will do others, the rest of the 6.8 billion-and those who will follow them. And then you too will discover the great and curious truth of the human experience is that selflessness is the best thing you can do for yourself. The sweetest joys of life, then, come only with the recognition that you're not special.

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source:
Full transcript: "You're Not Special" speech - Boston News, Weather, Sports | FOX 25 | MyFoxBoston

Do It Anyway

People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered.
Love them anyway.

If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.
Do good anyway.

If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies.
Succeed anyway.

The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.
Do good anyway.

Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.
Be honest and frank anyway.

The biggest men and women with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men and women with the smallest minds.
Think big anyway.

People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs.
Fight for a few underdogs anyway.

What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.
Build anyway.

People really need help but may attack you if you do help them.
Help people anyway.

Give the world the best you have and you'll get kicked in the teeth.
Give the world the best you have anyway.

Anyway, The Paradoxical Commandments - Do It Anyway - Kent M. Keith, Silent Revolution
© Copyright Kent M. Keith 1968, renewed 2001"

The 22 Year Old Cop.

first... let me apologize in advance... this is someone else's post and they use profanity... maybe they think it's an article or conjunction or common adjective... i suggest reading it and forgiving the language...

The 22 Year Old Cop.

I’m utterly speechless right now. I don’t know where to start.

Just a couple minutes ago the words of 22 year old cop had been thrown at me for a long ass time. My Mother had called a cop in for some reason. Who knows why I don’t even care anymore. Screw it. I pretty much remember exactly what this dude said.

We sat down. Dude never met me but he understood me 100%. Lectured me just about everything about my life. He told me, “I know you think Highschool is shit. I know you just want to leave the place, but let me tell you. This right here is the best time of your life. You may just want to graduate out of Highschool and go to college but bro. You have no idea how much I envy you. I miss Highschool bro, I miss going through the Hallways and doing that hand shake thing with my friends, I miss doing all that crazy shit, that youth. All you kids just throw it away. If someone had told me that during my Highschool career that it was the best time of my entire life. I would have cherished it that much more. I regret not joking around in class, getting detentions. Man I regret not getting more detentions then I did. I miss screwing around.” He said.

His radio went off. He told me to listen to the radio and the emergency that was being dispersed. It was something about a grandma on the floor with 3 children in the residence. Violence outbreaking in the household etc….  He then told me. “You have no idea how lucky you have it. Look behind you. Your mom brought you a widescreen plasma TV. You have this nice computer. This house.
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I’m going to be honest with you bro. When I was around your age. No. Even now. Even I sometimes have tempers. In this world people will piss you off all over. That’s life. People will punk you now. They’ll even punk you later on when you are around 25. You have to become a man. Realize the initiative. Be aggressive with your goals. And one important thing. You have to respect your Mother. Respect her because she’s all you have. Wait do you have a Father?” He asked.

I told him no I had a step-father. Lol. He realized the reality without even asking that I didn’t like my step-father. He continued, “Respect your mother, she’s the only one who will love you this much. Put it like this. Even if my mother were to know you for 10 years. She wouldn’t love you as much as she loves me. That’s bloodline bro. You reflect off your Mother. She’s the only few things you’ll have in this world. Respect her, listen to her, and work hard. You get what I’m saying? Or is this coming out of your other ear?

I told him I was listening. Which I was. My eyes were wide open by that point.

“You see this black uniform? This badge. This gun. This radio. It identifies me as a Cop. Police. Po-po. Whatever you kids call us these days. But I’m going to honest with you man. Sometimes I just want go to my chief and tell him. Hey. I’ll be back when I’m 27. I just want to fullfill my college. Learn. Dorm. Fuck around. Live it up. And I don’t even think you get it. Do get it? It’s like how much you probably miss being 8. Free and careless. It’s like that for me bro. But I’m 22. A cop. You probably think going to college or getting a career is all great and shit after that. Nah bro. Trust me. It gets pretty bullshit. In the real world. You build a reputation. It’s like. People go to my chief and ask him, hey how’s David Ching as an officer. They say, ehhh he’s okay. He knows what to do here and there but he slacks off sometimes. And that’s it. They probably wouldn’t accept me into any other police department. That’s the reputation in the real world that actually effects the outcome of my life. The reputation you receive in middle school, highschool. Shit doesn’t compare to the reality we face now. It’s like comparing a tank to a toy car.”

He made me realize so much. It’s almost like. I hate to say it. Like fate. I fucking needed this talk. Nobody else could put it the way this guy does. And he wasn’t even done.

“Listen to me. This is the time. You have to build yourself from here. Join a sport, go to football games, fuck around, get detentions here and there. Just don’t do drugs and if it comes to it. Alcohol. Keep it to a limit. Bro. Fuck it just drink with your friends. Have a good time! Just don’t get busted by the cops. You need to live it up man. I fucking envy you. I’m already 22. I remember it just like yesterday when I walked through the hall ways. With books at my sides. Saying wassup to my friends. Playing water polo. Shit was the highlight of my highschool days. If only. If only someone had told me during that time. That it was the best time. Fuck. You have no idea. I would have cherished milliseconds…

What I’m saying is. No one else is probably going to tell you all that I just did. And nobody else would probably care. People in this world are selfish. Arrogant. Self-absorbed. I remember being just like you when I was as young as you. My partners will probably say, hey why are you spending time talking to that kid Thai Nguyen or whatever. Just clear it and leave and bust some real bad guys. Bro. I just happened sit down right now and tell you all these things. I believe this just had to come out to you. Are you listening? You hearing every word I say? You have to realize it. When it comes to it. It’s not the grades that get you the beloved career. It’s your head bro. Interacting socially, joking around, Highschool is what builds you. You probably thought highschool is shit and you just want to leave. You need to open your eyes. You’re passive. I knew that by the time I walked in.

Respect your Mother. Cherish your years. Realize the initiative. Have fun. Fuck around. I envy you bro. All the Police in the department envy you. We miss our youth. If I could go back. You have no idea. Kids spend too much time on the computer these days. You know what I had to do? Let me tell you. I used to have a facebook. I had to delete my Facebook. Everything on the internet that I used as a personal. You know why? Because apparently sometimes my supervisors and chief have nothing else better to do and search me up online and look into my personal life. I don’t want any of that shit. Bro one day you’ll realize all this shit on the internet. It’s a waste. Don’t spend too much time on it. Go out and do some real shit. Live it up. Cherish that youth. Cherish it better than I did. This is the life.”

He gave me a firm handshake. I told him thank you Sir. I actually meant that shit. I realized so much. My Mother heard everything. She was evesdropping behind the door. The 22 year old cop left.

This is something extremely personal I’d thought I’d share with you guys. Made me realize way too much.

Now. Please unfollow me. I’m not on as much as I was anymore anyway.

and, as usual, the advice which he wouldn't/couldn't hear from his mother had to come from the lips of a stranger... and this 22 year old cop had only begun life... barely out of high school, himself... think of the advice his mother had, if only he'd listen.

Venemous Wrath

"Oh, woe is me."

 i'm sick and tired of your whining and crying...

• "no one understands me"
• "everyone hates me"
• "the world is against me"
• "i'm all alone in this world"

oh, shut up... just shut up!... guess what, we do understand you... and even though we do, we still don't hate you... and the world; it's completely indifferent to you... as for being alone, yeah, just like the rest of us... deal with it; we do. (and look how well adjusted we are!)

you're a unique little snowflake... in a blizzard... get used to it... no one promised life was easy... and if all you're going to do is sit around and complain about it, it won't get any easier...

but, if you insist on feeling sorry for yourself, write it down in your diary... write little haiku's about yourself... how you feel... pull it out on rainy afternoons and read it, as if it were someone else's journal, so you can feel like someone understands the complexity of "you" and how "special" you really are... but just keep it yourself... we've got our own problems... and they probably don't involve you at all! (oh, the horror!)

and if, while you're reading this, and you for even one second think this might be about you, you're right... it is...

"Thank you for calling the psychiatric help line.
For megalomania, press #1.
For paranoia, our agents are already on their way to where you are.
For obsessive compulsive disorder, press 333333333333333333333333333333..."

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