Sad, ain't it? I'll be 70 in October. They call me a boomer as if it is a curse, yet I was raised not as a flower child or a Pollyanna or addicted to TV, movies, celebrity, top 40 music, sports stars. And I do not like labels anyway. I see my cousins (my age) on mom's side, college and university educated, having careers and making good money, yet so clueless, while my mom taught me and my sibs to question everything. How did that happen? She read books and encouraged us to shut the TV off, and explore and learn through experience and being open to the divine; creativity, being just us. Sounds crazy but all of her children learned that we could be ourselves and not follow the crowd, the trends, the vogue. We could be strong like she was. I thank God for her.
She passed at 94; 3 years ago and was loved by countless numbers of her "children" whom she loved yet who respected her, and thought twice before speaking, which is smart when speaking to elders. It was the "Fear of Busia". (Which meant not fear but respect.) I want to be like her. <3 Thank you for your understanding. Much love
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Sad, ain't it? I'll be 70 in October. They call me a boomer as if it is a curse, yet I was raised not as a flower child or a Pollyanna or addicted to TV, movies, celebrity, top 40 music, sports stars. And I do not like labels anyway. I see my cousins (my age) on mom's side, college and university educated, having careers and making good money, yet so clueless, while my mom taught me and my sibs to question everything. How did that happen? She read books and encouraged us to shut the TV off, and explore and learn through experience and being open to the divine; creativity, being just us. Sounds crazy but all of her children learned that we could be ourselves and not follow the crowd, the trends, the vogue. We could be strong like she was. I thank God for her.
That's a great tribute to your mother.
She passed at 94; 3 years ago and was loved by countless numbers of her "children" whom she loved yet who respected her, and thought twice before speaking, which is smart when speaking to elders. It was the "Fear of Busia". (Which meant not fear but respect.) I want to be like her. <3 Thank you for your understanding. Much love
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Wonderful, now we're getting insipid, vacuous comments on Substack.
Right? I thought I left that behind in Kindergarten, but It's everywhere. We just have to consider the source, I guess. :)
Funny, too, the bot liked my reply. On another post I clearly got a troll or bot comment, so I exposed the technique (I learned this from a book I'll be reviewing in the future: 180°), listed other trolling techniques and immediately got blocked. My first block! Confirmation I must be doing something right! I've pinned the comment here:
https://theinmate.substack.com/p/chemtrail-blues
You're doing a bunch of stuff right, guaranteed.
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that's indeed very sad (what you relate, the stuff with the sign).