Maybe it’s not you. Maybe it is THEM.

shoutAre you sick and tired of always being wrong?  Always being shouted at.  Always told to shut up.  Always the one that has to crawl home and lick her wounds.  Always the one that has to apologize.  Always the one that gets kicked to the side.  Always the “crazy” one.

But, but, but……maybe you’re not.  Maybe they are just not listening to you.  Maybe they don’t hear you.  Maybe they choose NOT to hear you.  Maybe you keep talking because no one lets you finish. Maybe they know you are right.  At least sometimes.  Maybe they don’t want to hear the truth.  Maybe they don’t like your tone of voice.  Maybe they don’t like your delivery.  Maybe THEY are the crazy one.

But, but, but….maybe you deserve to be heard.  Maybe you deserve to say your piece.  Maybe you are trying to help.  Maybe you are right.  Maybe you are wrong.  Maybe they just don’t know.  Maybe you just don’t know.

Whatever it is, right, wrong or indifferent, it all comes down to treating people with respect, and not shouting and screaming at them all the time.  And maybe, just maybe, THEY should apologize.

Because maybe you are done with the crazy.  Done with the crying.  Done with always being wrong.

Because you are not.

I believe in you.

Look me in the eye

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Wake up feeling depressed?  Grab your gun and go pick off a few students.

Wake up feeling hopeless?  Grab your gun and go pick off a few students.

Wake up feeling lonely?  Grab your gun and go pick off a few students.

Wake up feeling unloved?  Grab your gun and go pick off a few students.

You see where I’m going here, right?

Since when has it become the norm to take your feelings out on other people?

Since when has it become almost a weekly occurrence to have a shooting?

Since when has so many people gone undetected for mental illness?

Since when do people have such a disregard for other’s lives?

Lives matter.  All lives.  Even the disturbed ones.  Especially the disturbed ones.

I find it hard to believe that a good kid can go bad overnight and decide to go on a rampage and kill other people, and then usually himself.

I find it hard to believe that parents would have no clue.

I find it hard to believe that friends would have no clue.

I find it hard to believe that neighbors would have no clue.

I find it hard to believe that teachers would have no clue.

People have committed suicide since the beginning of time.

Now they committed homicide/suicide.

How did this happen?  How did it become a “group” event instead of solitary event?

Has life itself become so unbearable that this is the only option for these people?

People have debates about guns.  People pass bills for gun control.  People put guards up.  People have extra security.

Guns are just a tool.  We could be talking about knives or any other weapon that can harm a person.  Guns are just the most efficient killing machines to use in a crowd for one person to cause devastation while looking in the eyes of their victims.  Watching them die.  Bombs etc. are too impersonal.  People themselves are very impressive killing machines.  Top of the food chain.  Top of all chains.

People should start worrying about PEOPLE instead of guns.  People should start talking to people.  Not texting.  Not calling.  Talking.  Face to face.

Families should spend time together.  Parents should be connected to what their kids need. Kids need time and attention.  Money can’t buy love.  Kids need to learn HOW to become good people.  How to deal with their problems constructively.  If a kid doesn’t have any friends, why?  If a kid is doing bad in school, why?  If an adult is having personality problems, why?  If an adult is doing bad at work, why?  If someone is a loner, and spends their time writing manifestos or other diatribes, someone should know.  Especially a parent.  In this day and age of technology, it is too easy to hide behind a computer or phone.  Parents need to monitor what their kids are doing online and on social media.  High tech is not necessarily a good thing for the human race.

People need to start reconnected with people on a personal level.  All this mass killing is a cry for help.  A BIG cry.  We need to start listening.