But you are not a child now. How long you gonna let your past control you?
Sorry. A child is a victim. An adult that can't move past it and is happy when something bad happens to another is choosing to backpack a victim.
Be a survivor. Not a victim.
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Yeah, not. I have never seen you say anything nice about your brother. Just constantly complain about all the things your parents do for him. AND, I never said my brother "had anything coming to him". I never wished anything bad on him. YOU are reading that into it. Why is it okay to ask why bad things happen to good people but not okay to say wow, something bad happened to a bad person? And I really don't give chit what you think about karma. Your opinions mean nothing to me. And what happened to keeping your mouth shut? One could only wish. Too bad it won't really happen. You will continue to give them over and over and over all the while professing your great morals and saying you are going to keep your mouth shut.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
OMFG!! Will you not ever shut up? Saying I got beat as a child is NOT EVEN CLOSE to saying I am a victim. NOWHERE did I say I was victim. NOWHERE!! Good god how long are you going to keep lecturing me? Will it never end?
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Hey I dropped it. Actually, you didn't even have to respond to my first post about it. But you did. And when I tried to leave it alone you want to bring my morals into it.
As for my talking about my brother, I do say good things about him.
And yes, you are the classic victim.
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Hey I dropped it. Actually, you didn't even have to respond to my first post about it. But you did. And when I tried to leave it alone you want to bring my morals into it.
As for my talking about my brother, I do say good things about him.
And yes, you are the classic victim.
No. You are so wrong. I am NOT a victim. But if you want to go into victim modes let's talk about you and your poor pitiful me act. I have NEVER said I was a victim. I don't whine about my past. I talk openly about my past. But I didn't realize talking openly about your past means you are a victim. YOU are the one constantly whining about how you can't cook or clean or do this or that and yet you can ride rides at Disney land. Amazing that. I find it incredible that you cannot do anything for yourself at home and yet you can go on vacation and do fun things. So if you want to talk victimhood you are the queen.
Oh, and you can't let it go. I didn't start this. YOU did by lecturing me. You could have kept that to yourself but you had to tell me how screwed up I was. I'm not backing down from that. And you're still responding.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Hey I dropped it. Actually, you didn't even have to respond to my first post about it. But you did. And when I tried to leave it alone you want to bring my morals into it.
As for my talking about my brother, I do say good things about him.
And yes, you are the classic victim.
No. You are so wrong. I am NOT a victim. But if you want to go into victim modes let's talk about you and your poor pitiful me act. I have NEVER said I was a victim. I don't whine about my past. I talk openly about my past. But I didn't realize talking openly about your past means you are a victim. YOU are the one constantly whining about how you can't cook or clean or do this or that and yet you can ride rides at Disney land. Amazing that. I find it incredible that you cannot do anything for yourself at home and yet you can go on vacation and do fun things. So if you want to talk victimhood you are the queen.
Oh, and you can't let it go. I didn't start this. YOU did by lecturing me. You could have kept that to yourself but you had to tell me how screwed up I was. I'm not backing down from that. And you're still responding.
Never been to Disney Land.
Went to Disney world. In 2004.
Before the onset of my disabilty.
I don't whine. I talk openly about my situation.
I don't glory in the trouble of others.
I don't enter threads with comments like "I am so this or that" and wait for someone to take the bait.
I don't complain about life choices.
And yeah. I go on vacation with my family. I do what I can with them. I take the equipment I need to deal with my situation. I guess I could sit at home and not participate in life. But I am not a victim to this disability. I am a survivor of it.
When did "what the ????" Followed by "geez" become a lecture? Cause that was my first response to your making light and gloating in your brothers tragedy.
I didn't say anything particular until you took it farther.
You harbor a lot of jealousy, ill will and bad thoughts toward people. At least that is how you come off.
Oh well. That is the MO of someone with a victim mentality.
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I hope I never become like you Lily. Judging everyone and sitting so high and mighty over them.
Yet you keep lecturing me.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
You are doing the exact thing you are accusing me of.
But I am done with you now.
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You are doing the exact thing you are accusing me of.
But I am done with you now.
No. You said you were done a long time ago and then continued to come back again and again to argue. I never said I wouldn't stand up for myself against people who make up crap about me.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
That's gorgeous but I couldn't get a tattoo that big.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I'm not sure what Vette did to the picture. It looks stretched out or something. She kind of looks like a midget! Not like the Vette I met!
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I guess so! I just got my first selfie class last week. I didn't even know about angles and stuff!
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I'm not sure what Vette did to the picture. It looks stretched out or something. She kind of looks like a midget! Not like the Vette I met!
No no no, the present came from a midget, not went to one
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou