Everyone say’s “I want”, and most of us never think about the phrase. Like we expect people tom just give us what ever we are demanding. Most things we demand don’t even make a difference in our daily lives, and have no bearing on the outcome on our lives as a whole.
Never mind the rudeness of the statement and the potential disrespect and hurt feelings of the unlucky recipient to our demanding and curt tone. Why should anyone give us anything.
I think that if we just stop and think about what we are going to say or just how we are going to interact with other person, we might just make the conversation go a very different way, and who knows it may just change your day as well as the person you are talking to.
I challenge anyone that reads my inane babble and who cares about others around them to stop, think, plan, and think again then speak. You will be amazed at how much this will change the outcome of the conversation and quit possibly your day and the other persons day as well.
Try it , think about it, Imagine how you would feel if you were on the other end of “I want”.
Now below is something that is thought provoking and “I Do Want”
“I Want”
I want to move to her slowly, never taking my eyes off her. Watching every step she takes. The gentle sway of her hips, her long brunette hair, blowing in the cool breeze. As we approach each other “I want” to reach out and grab her hand in mine. Feeling her soft skin on mine as we finally touch and it sends chills up my neck and my hair stands on end, the beginning of ecstasy.
We move closer, careful not to bring our bodies to touch just yet. Our bodies so close , we can feel each others electricity. I look down to see her looking up at me, her eyes see right through me. They are like diamonds, they are the unique gift that was given to her, they sparkle like no jewel ever has. She is completely unaware that just by looking at me that she has captured all of me. I ache to breath in her intoxicating scent, I am starting to feel weak as I grasp her hand in mine. I clench it tightly now, tight but not to hard. Her scent makes my head swirl, my heart beat faster, so fast I feel it will explode. my palms get wet.
This beautiful woman standing with her hand in mine has all f me. As we move closer I move my hand up her to find the small of her neck. I feel the goosebumps, as she is trembling as well ,just at our touch. My hand reaches the back of her head as as I run her hair through my fingers. She rest her head in my hands.
I tilt her head back and stare into her eyes. I see the want I see the need. I see the desire. I pull her close, our bodies pressed together. I look to see her soft lips as I bend over to reach her , I get close but I just want to taste her. I run my tongue over her soft lips, enjoying the sweet salty taste.
Soon it is too much, our hearts are about to explode we are both moaning. This woman has all of me. I hope she knows how much I burn for her. We move in closer, our mouths meet, we close in on each other. Our tongues dance together our hearts beating as one.
The fire of a woman is strong to the soul
sean2lovedee 
Bullying,
Let’s talk about Bullying.
Today I am sitting here thinking about people, myself, life, and all the situations we fall into during our brief stay here on this planet. Why is it that some people feel so angry and sad that they knowingly choose to hurt others in any way possible? What is it? Somehow degrading or hurting others physically makes the bully feel better about their pathetic life, even for just a short time? Usually when this is happening nobody see the pain that this person is going through. Why should we? They are hurting us, who cares about their feelings.
Ironically this is the part of the equation that keeps the proverbial ball rolling. We need to as the one getting hurt to somehow stand up for ourselves. Maybe turn the tables a little. Somehow stop the cycle, because the aggressor surly is not going to stop.
I know that as a person getting bullied the very idea of standing up in a situation like this sounds like a nightmare. I am not by any means saying that you need to do anything that might further the aggression from the bully. I think that by learning more about ourselves and how we are made up, that we can grow stronger and somehow fight the urge to let this person do this to us again.
We all have a spot in life that we need to fill. We all have a purpose .
I know growing up I had it rough, I know, I know, we all do. Some more than others. But It was rough for me because I was the forgotten child. There were older siblings and one much younger, so I was just forgotten. My parents divorced when I was very young, so they just had other things to do besides deal with me.
I was bullied, I was beaten, I was subjected to corpor alpunishment. I was sexualy abused by my neighbor. I was in trouble with the law on numerous occasions. Sent to a group home for a year, I spent time in a foster home. So I am telling you this so you know that I understand. I know it sucks. But until we stand up for ourselves this merry-go-round will not stop, and maybe on this ride the one doing the aggressive behavior might just see what they are doing. Maybe start to feel like a real person and stop hurting others.
Bullying comes in all shapes and sizes and from the most unlikely of places. Parents are guilty of it as well. Do let the idea that they are you parents and you should respect them. They need to respect you and your voice. You are after all a grown person.
Remember life is hard and you deserve to be happy, loved, respected. Don’t let anyone take that from you. You have a place on this earth and without you some part of life might not happen.
To all the bullies out there, you need to look deep inside and try and see what is really hurting. Fix it. Maybe you bully because it happened to you and it is all you know. But you are smart and you know it is wrong. Stop it and ask the person you hurting for some forgiveness. You may not get any, but it sends a message to the one you hurt that you are learning and trying to change.
Stop, think, learn.
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