Word of the Post
Today's word is: recalcitrant
/re*cal"ci*trant/ adjective
Stubbornly resistant to authority or guidance; obstinate; repugnance with opposition.
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I have started writing something several times today, and each time, the subject loses my interest in the second sentence. I have thought about history (birthday of Shaquille O'Neal in 1972, and death day of Pearl S. Buck in 1973). I have thought about discussions, and arguments I could start. I have pondered the consequences of saying questionable words, and actually defining them for the populace.
I come up short. Nothing keeps my interest long enough to continue speaking of it.
Had my mother known today's word, I am sure it would have been applied to me more often than necessary. She used to say that I would argue with her over the color of the sky, just to argue. Then she would say the sky was blue, and I would have to correct her. It was purple. Pink. Polka-dotted. Whatever I could come up with. Unfortunately, when I would argue that she was wrong, I proved her point. I still have some of this fight in me.
Some days, it takes a lot out of me to hold my tongue (or sit on my fingers, as the case may be, with my chat group). I have a hard time understanding the left side of the table. They don't help me any by yelling names at me. I can handle name calling. I was abused by it early, it no longer stings. What I really don't understand is the blind faith that they accuse me of is the same blindness they suffer for their cause, as well. I am not blindly following the words of random people. I research what I question, and I agree with thoughts that are like my own. Interesting how others expect respect, but do not show it.
I am sure this is sounding a bit out of tempo. I am feeling a bit lost at sea. I have so many ideas that would make wonderful posts, and yet when I sit to type them, my mind goes.... blank. Totally, completely, and boringly blank.
I am done for today. I will bore you more later. Thank you for dropping by. Well, thanks to everyone but Jared, who lobbed fruit at me on his way past. To Jared, I throw a mud pie. Eat THAT with your tomatoes! Ha!
1 comment:
Next time I'll go by an e-dairy to pick up some cow pies before I do my e-driveby. Hey, it got you to write something, didn't it?
And "Big Aristotle" or "The Diesel" or simply Shaq, turning 35 is certainly something to makes some noise about. He's consistently been the most physically dominating center in the NBA since the early 90's. That makes me feel old to say...ouch! Anyway, it's nothing to flinch at, especially with his retirement looming. Happy B-day to the big man!
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