I've been watching Orange Is The New Black recently. Aside from the material, so irksome in nature it makes even the paper script feel uncomfortable, there is this thing...a thing about how girls behave. Girls are manipulative, dirty fighters. They triumph over "burns" and aim to achieve "Kelso" (from That 70s Show) status to the power of ten...then 12 times more malignant and crude in nature...also square that amount. This=girls.
Something I did realize while watching the show, again, besides how far my ears could crawl inside of themselves as my eyelids superglued themselves down to my chin, was what manipulation feels like...but from the inside. While many girls do it, know it, relish in it, and repeat, others end up face down in a puddle of "huhs" and slippery confusion. The unknowing actions of one unassuming fool-girl come off to others as intentional acts of girl-country treason. For instance: if you love two people and have to choose, you are automatically going to come off as a people-user and foul-natured snake to someone. It might be both people, but it will definitely be at least one. You will be pinned to the same board as fellow sticky notes named "deceit," "blech," and certainly "scoff." You were a user and a liar, an all-knowing eel and a too-slick mofo. But...what did you really even do wrong? You loved two people. *Sin to the heavens and back, mercy, mercy* Truth telling only digs a deeper hole and, at this point, you're already knee deep in poo.
While this came off as manipulative to the person on the outside, all you really did was...absolutely nothing. The very fact that you existed automatically put you on a rolling donkey cart with a definite under-the-bus trajectory. No one listens to the other person's stories on this TV show, let alone in real life. I dig my newly-removed talons deep into my thigh in frustration as I watch these simpletons play out a far too common nightmare-tale.
I serpose the moral of the story remains to be this: instead of staring blankly with ears unwilling to listen, put your hand down, retract your nostrils and fangs, and listen. Truths should only hurt for the right reason. Listen to peoples' "excuses" and you might see that they are reasons justified enough to get someone out of prison (hah..because I'm talking about a prison show). Why am I at all qualified to be saying these things? I most certainly am not. I mainly write on this blog to channel frustration and joy. Oops.
Out.
Something I did realize while watching the show, again, besides how far my ears could crawl inside of themselves as my eyelids superglued themselves down to my chin, was what manipulation feels like...but from the inside. While many girls do it, know it, relish in it, and repeat, others end up face down in a puddle of "huhs" and slippery confusion. The unknowing actions of one unassuming fool-girl come off to others as intentional acts of girl-country treason. For instance: if you love two people and have to choose, you are automatically going to come off as a people-user and foul-natured snake to someone. It might be both people, but it will definitely be at least one. You will be pinned to the same board as fellow sticky notes named "deceit," "blech," and certainly "scoff." You were a user and a liar, an all-knowing eel and a too-slick mofo. But...what did you really even do wrong? You loved two people. *Sin to the heavens and back, mercy, mercy* Truth telling only digs a deeper hole and, at this point, you're already knee deep in poo.
While this came off as manipulative to the person on the outside, all you really did was...absolutely nothing. The very fact that you existed automatically put you on a rolling donkey cart with a definite under-the-bus trajectory. No one listens to the other person's stories on this TV show, let alone in real life. I dig my newly-removed talons deep into my thigh in frustration as I watch these simpletons play out a far too common nightmare-tale.
I serpose the moral of the story remains to be this: instead of staring blankly with ears unwilling to listen, put your hand down, retract your nostrils and fangs, and listen. Truths should only hurt for the right reason. Listen to peoples' "excuses" and you might see that they are reasons justified enough to get someone out of prison (hah..because I'm talking about a prison show). Why am I at all qualified to be saying these things? I most certainly am not. I mainly write on this blog to channel frustration and joy. Oops.
Out.
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