Your Monitoring Causes Anguish
It was with amusement when I was
chatting to my friend yesterday that I talked about YMCA, in reference to the malevolent
Village People that camp on my social media pages for no particular reason than
to seek salacious gossip to feed to others to find some sort of relevance or
sense of significance.
Indeed, especially in almost 20 years
of blogging and well over a decade on Facebook and Twitter, if it is not
already clear that my expression is not as advanced and determined as it would
ever be, my hope always is to present an ever-improving clarity in voice, intent,
and assertion.
Maybe, in some cases, what I say when
reported to some might upset them, but those who know me already know who I am, I
am accepted for the person I am, and I have been. I know that learning to love
myself is the greatest love of all, and I keep at it.
Your Meddling Cannot Alter
I was over 50 when a distant relation I had
not spoken to in over 35 years called out of the blue to upbraid me. You, this
boy, have not done this, he intoned. There was a swell of rage and anger in me,
but I kept my cool. Apparently, he wanted to humiliate me before
shoving a begging bowl before me to send him funds to complete his building.
I have been blessed abundantly to have
an open hand to many, and more grace will abound to be able to do more as times
change.
What would not happen is people who
have no inkling of my life, history, struggles, or victories, thinking they can
come around to instruct me to change something about my life because they once had some
influence by reason of some old relationship to interfere and exceed their
bounds.
Your Meanness Cultivates Atrocity
It is quite irksome, the lack of
self-awareness in the first instance, that follows with the inability to mind
your own business. Busybodies, on the lurk, unconcerned with the particularities
of their own situation but inserting themselves in the lives of others in the
quest to dominate.
Those who have absorbed the jot and
tittle of everything going on elsewhere, yet all they do is exacerbate
tittle-tattle without any iota of humanity or concern to help tackle to some
resolution the situation they know too well is, for a season, not going to plan.
They are everything but the Good
Samaritan, evil in thought or deed, overly spiritual in apparent prayerful
support, without helping to meet any need. Full of faith but bereft of works that
make it of any effect. They stand as leafy green fig trees without fruit, awaiting the
curse to wither to the root and bear no fruit again. You know yourselves; the
Lord forgives you and shows you mercy.
Y'All Moi Conquers Adversity
As for me, much of my amazing life has
been lived in the open, my lips filled with testimonies of success, victories, and beauty. What say I? I have no problems with those who have set encampments
at the gate; they will see the glorious from afar, and they will be partakers
of the blessing, whether they deserve it or not.
The spirit of hope stirs up a well of
possibility, and that has happened so many times that I even wonder how things
happened and how change has come in ways never anticipated.
I will always have a story to tell, a
story of a life that has experiences, adventure, loveliness, excitement, and much
more. It has always been my own story, not vicariously living the lives of
others, because I have enough to be doing and living, I love my life and the
stories I have been blessed to share. Yet More Compassion Affects!
Notes
Village People was a popular
American music group that formed in the late 1970s, and one of their most-played
hits with a cult following is Y.M.C.A, which has
formed the basis of the subheadings in my blog.
Context of Village People from the Urban Dictionary: A person or a group of persons who wish you bad and constantly work towards bringing you misfortune through physical or diabolical means. Usually from your town, but could also be anyone.