Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Disagreeing ... Opinions ... How I Feel

Disagreeing ... Opinions ... How I Feel
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee






Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee







I am sad when I hear one defend their opinions with anger, hatred. Opinions can be shared without ugly words, hate, anger. I won't argue my opinions ... I will state them.




If I disagree I do it in a polite, respectful way. I'm afraid of people who jump with mean, ugly words spewing when they see something they disagree with ... it's scary when someone does that.




You know instantly they believe one way and can't/won't take time to really feel, care about something. You could never take time to discuss their whys about how they formed their opinion.




Sometimes I wonder if the anger, hatred spewed is to discourage from the beginning someone asking such questions because ... I have found out in the past some people don't know exactly why they believe like that.




They hear one thing they latch onto ... not aware of everything. I don't knock them at all ... it's how they are and they won't change unless they latch onto something else they believe in.




Thank God, I have an open mind ... I can change if I need to if I find out I'm fooled or believing in something not worth my trust to believe in.




Does this make me superior in any way? No way ... I'm just glad I think like I do ... and I can walk around things to study them in my mind.




I don't knock you who don't agree with me ... some things I truly won't discuss if you spew hatred, anger because that hatred, anger could be covering up the lack of knowledge that goes with what you believe in.




Does that mean I'm so smart and know everything? Oh no ... it means I'm human like you. The difference may be is that I'm open to learning more about the things I have formed opinions about.




It's just like I've said many times over ... we all form our opinions from OUR OWN PERSONAL EXPERIENCES ... things that happened to us in our lives at one time or other. We go back to then ... and we feel NOW ... when things happen. Does that make sense?




We remember ... how things felt when we experienced such things in our own, individual life. That shapes our beliefs ... now.




It affects how we react ... now.




Life is like that ... humans are like that ... I am like that ... you are like that.




We have to remember this ... we have to have a Heart ... a good heart, not one to be stepped on ... but, one to feel for others ... sense what they go through ... put ourselves in their shoes mentally. Why?




Because one day at some time or other ... things will happen to you in your life ... and you will wish someone to have a heart to care for what you go through ... to be there for you.




Things come back around to bite us in the ass so we get to feel what we do to others. It might not happen today ... but, it will happen at the worse time in your life.




If you don't believe what I say ... just ask every person who is growing older now ... they know from experience that my words are true.




We are old enough to know there is a consequence for every action. You think you get away with something ... Life has a twisted way of showing us differently at the most inopportune times in our lives ... haven't you always heard people say, "I don't need this now in my life!"

Monday, May 21, 2018

Another Gloria Opinion ... on if guns get up, walk ... run to do bad things ...

Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee




Another Gloria Opinion ... on if guns get up, walk ... run to do bad things ...




How did the gun get to her home ... kill her?  How did it get to a school to kill innocent children?  How did it shoot someone while walking down the street?  How did ... how did?


Did the gun have legs, hands?  Did the gun get up from its resting place ... walk, run to go shoot someone?  Did the gun hate, love the person, animal being shot?  Does a gun have emotions?  Does it?


Can guns do good by themselves?  Can guns do bad things by themselves?  Can they?


The day I see a gun walking, running by itself on legs to murder people is the day I'll believe they can do bad things without people behind them.  I haven't seen that yet ... unless ... guns sneak around by themselves, wait until no one is looking ... then runs, walks ... to shoot someone.  Maybe they do this ... I've wondered if toys play at night when no one's watching :)  Do you think guns do the same when no one is watching?


All these years I have watched, listened to the news ... people argue about guns.  I don't particularly like guns but ... I know they can protect, save lives.  Guess what?  They can't even do that if ... a person isn't behind it giving it ... power.  Just like when guns kill ... a person has to be behind it to ... give it power.


A Person ... Has To Give That Gun ... Power.  The gun can't get up to walk, run ... to shoot people on its own.  A person has to give power to the gun in order for it to shoot ... at least in the world I know ... a person has to do just that.


It's strange ... we can't always predict when someone is going to have mental issues ... decide they want to destroy others ... kill, murder, rob.  This in my Gloria Opinion is ... the problem.  Even I can't see how one can always predict when another person is going to change from their sweet, good selves ... decide to murder, kill innocent or not-so-innocent people.  


It doesn't matter which ... it takes a person to be behind that gun ... to make it fire.  It takes a person ... to aim that gun to make sure it hits a particular target.  A person has to feel some kind of emotion to shoot another person, animal.  That combined with the action of their hands guide that gun ... to do what's in that person's mind.  That person may see himself/herself as a God, a warrior ... something they've imagined ... and do what they think their purpose is here on earth.  Who knows?  


We know people can change in the blink of an eye.  Have you ever seen a ... normal person ... change that quickly?  You never knowing they have a strange side you weren't aware of ... you never suspected?  I have.  I know people fool others by ... hiding the real person they are.  If you ever witnessed such ... I know you have been shocked just like me.


I listen all the time to people saying to take all the guns ... my Gloria Opinion is ... they would take all the guns from good people because that's the easiest, less resistant route.  They are afraid of gangs ... bad places they'd have to go into ... to take guns.  They are afraid of people who have no value on human life.  They would take the wrong guns out of the wrong hands. Then ... who has the power?  Not the government ... well, maybe the government and ... the very people who do the murdering, robbing people.


My Gloria Opinion is ... before making a decision ... people better take careful thought before acting.  The guns themselves aren't bad ... it takes a person to corrupt it ... into being bad.  It takes a person to ... pull that trigger.  It takes a person to aim it ... at another person, animal.  The gun doesn't ... have a mind of its own.


My Gloria Opinion isn't up for debate.  It's just like your opinion ... other people's opinions ... we all have one.  I respect what you think, feel no matter if I agree, disagree ... I know you respect my opinion whether you agree ... disagree.





Author's Note:




I shared my Another Gloria Opinion from my page that I wrote today.  This is exactly how I feel ... and it's not up for debate.  I respect your opinion and you respect mine ... we can still be friends even if we don't agree.  Different opinions open our eyes so we can see there are other things to think about even ... if we don't change our opinions.  Opinions are like the many spices of life ... we can try them out to see if we like them.  


Written by/photos owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

Sunday, May 20, 2018

No Matter What ... Everything IS Going To Be Alright ... No Matter

No Matter What ... Everything IS Going To Be Alright ... No Matter
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee





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I worry about my husband.  He is continuously trying to please others when they ask him to do things for them ... even when he isn't feeling well.  No one hears him when he does say 'I'm not feeling my best today' ... they think only of getting their things done. 


I have the kindest, most courteous, polite husband in the world.  Sometimes to the point others may try to take advantage of him.  This is where I ... come in to stop it if I even suspect such.  He's such a good person.  Sometimes ... people want to walk over top of a good person.  I hope all good people have someone who is watchful, protective in their life.  I'll leave it at that.


Life ... is complex.  People are complex.  We encounter each, every day things that worry us.  Other people worry us ... things worry us ... our pets worry us.  If we didn't care ... nothing would worry us. If we didn't love ... how could we care?


As I became older ... my very world around me ... became smaller.  I now have instead of a big family in my life ... only my husband and Pups3 now.  All the way to my only child ... have died.  All my family support system is gone ... somehow with all the life-threatening illnesses I've battled through time ... I outlived them.  I didn't mean to ... I just did.  I'm amazed when I stop ... look back in my life.


Do I feel sorry for myself.  Oh no, I don't at all.  I just have to be stronger in mind, body ... Life is like this.  Only someone in my situation with no close family left in their lives ... will know exactly what I mean.  Just like when someone you love dies ... only someone who has experienced just that ... truly understands.  You might try to imagine for a moment and feel a pang or two of pain, sadness ... it's nothing when compared to the real thing ... that lasts a lifetime.


Sometimes one of our Pups3 won't eat his/her meal.  I worry until the next meal when I see that particular Pup eat.  Pets are like our children ... we worry about their health, well-being.  So, like a child ... one doesn't eat when we think they should ... we worry.  I worry.  Sometimes ... it just happens for seemingly no reason.  Relief ... is what I feel when I know for sure everything is alright.


I find that when my family became less ... money became much less through time ... that I worry more.  I'm sure I'm not the only one ... these days.  We have to hide from others that things aren't exactly the best in our lives anymore.  Life is like that ... especially when one has too much pride.  Especially when everyone knew you had money ... everything.  In our life ... we both went through life-threatening illnesses taking several years at a time to battle ... and the many other things that happened in our life.  No excuses ... Life is like that.  We never recovered ... today we do the best we can. 


It hurts the pride we always had ... we don't have what we used to have.  We've lost those friends who like people who have lots of material things, lots of money ... they are long-gone.  They weren't ever real to begin with ... we are real for it all and we have each other. 


Through the years we learned what was most important in Life ... love, caring, giving, compassion, empathy, caring ... people, pets. All ... good, special :) things in Life. 


It hurts me when something happens in my life and I have to ... ask for help.  It hurts me because I worry if someone helps ... me ... that I'm taking from them when they might need it.  It hurts me to let anyone know ... I'm lacking, I don't have ... I need.  This goes back to the childhood I had.  No excuses ... facts.


It hasn't been so long ago ... well yes, I guess it has been quite some time ... that I never worried about money ... family support.  I always worried for the safety of my son ... he traveled always.  You know ... we worry about our children no matter if all is good, bad.  He was my only child and I didn't want anything to happen to him ... something did happen to him. I don't have a child to worry about now.  I wish I did.


Worry ... pain, grief, love ... pride, sadness ... happiness, joy ... make up our lives ... my life.  I've known so much pain, grief, sadness from the time I was a little girl ... more pain, grief, sadness than happiness.  I haven't let it make me mean, hard, bitter ... instead through time I looked for the 'whys?' in my life ... the reasons such things happened to me.  I constantly tried to be a better person no matter I found out I couldn't be ... perfect.  I tried to learn from my Life Lessons.


You'll hear me say the words ... 'perfect, special' often.  So that must mean those words have important meaning to me ... they do.  I love those words because I wish to be that ... I smile now because that is an ... impossibility.  You know that saying ... 'nothing's impossible'? 


Well, in my life I have run up on some things that truly are ... impossible.  Maybe I looked for 'impossible' to see if I could prove the saying wrong. There are really some things realistically that are impossible.  Life is like that.  That doesn't stop me from loving the words ... 'perfect, special' and wish to be that.  I settle for next best ... the best I can be and ... sometimes, I am not that. ,


Fear ... I try to keep my fears pushed way back in my mind.  I worry about my small world ... my husband, Pups3.  I worry about lack of money ... being at the mercy of others because of that.  I worry about us ... not being able to hold our own.  I worry about the times that are coming to buy tires, oil change, repairs on our older vehicles, medical.  I worry, worry ... worry.  There are many things I worry about.  A lot of them haven't happened ... a lot will happen ... eventually.  I'm realistic ... I don't hide from what I know ... will be.


Now ... I've written about worrying, fears, pride, pain and joy ... all these things that make up pure Life ... will I give up because Life isn't ... perfect?  Hell no!  I'm smiling because ... I said that.  You who know me know that that's me.  I try to be nice as possible but ... I'm going to always say a word or two that isn't the nicest ... but, they reflect how I really feel.  I'm still not a bad person if I say a word or two no one likes ... even I don't like them but ... I will say one in a heartbeat ... if need be. 


I am going to continue going through each day looking for the best ... expecting the best until the one moment ... I don't wake up.  I'm never giving up ... I'm never quitting ... I'm never going to quit being just the best I can be even ... if I'm not ... yes, I'm going to say it!  Even ... if I'm not ... perfect! or special!


Do you have such fears, worry ... feel such pain, sadness ... such joy, love like this?  Am I the only one like this?





Note by this Author:


I am just a real person reflecting real feelings.  I don't sugar-coat for your benefit nor do I deny things just to make me feel good.  I have become someone I've always watched, been fascinated by as a young girl ... you know ... one of those people that hits life face-on no matter how bad it hurts.  I used to run ... now, I plant my feet and hold my ground.  I may get knocked down ... so far ... I manage to get back up.  I'm like the big redwood tree I tell you about ... you just don't know the storms I've weathered ... some others think is like a movie.


I have become ... you know ... one of those people who managed to stay positive no matter how negative all is around them.  You know ... the one who smiles even if sadly ... and says ... 'everything is going to be alright one way or the other ... no matter what happens'.  Well, sometimes, I try on negativity for a short time like trying on a dress that's too little ... I'm going to get it the hell off as soon as possible.


If I can say everything will and does get alright after all that has happened in my life ... you know ... it is so.  I still say that because I know firsthand ... this to be true and I've lost almost everything in my life.  One way or other ... everything has a way of being alright again.  Everything is going to be alright.  No matter ...  sometimes, it takes longer than others.  Even if everything doesn't get alright ... we somehow find a way in our lives to make it alright ... as possible ... so, we can continue to live.  One way or other ... it's going to be.


Written by/photos owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.


Saturday, May 19, 2018

My Tommy Necklace ... Friendship


My Tommy Necklace ... 
by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee






I wanted to share a photo of a necklace I treasure with my very Heart.  I call it my Tommy Necklace.


I have a friend I've known since we were young girls.  We lived in the North Carolina mountains.  We never saw each other all these years but, one day we will.  


Since my son, Tommy, died ( I know most of you know who Tommy is ... you all stayed with me on my Blog, Facebook, Email through the years after he died) ... she has sent me things that I treasure with my Heart.  This is one of many things friends have sent to me honoring Tommy's memory through time. I treasure every one of them.


She sent me a blanket with many photos of him printed on it.  Not only that a photo of him on canvas that is one of my favorite photos of Tommy ... how did she know I loved that particular photo?  


She was there at times when my friends were there to help me through the years.  I am so thankful for her ... and my friends.  Each one has a special place in my Heart.


I don't take friendship for granted ... when someone is a real friend ... they give you a gift ... one you should treasure.  I treasure my real friendships.  


I thank you for this Tommy Necklace again.  I wanted to share the photo of it on my Blog.  




Author Note:  


I have just begun writing again ... it will take time for me to get back into the swing of it.  I'm enjoying being back.  Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee








Friday, May 18, 2018

It's Good To Be Back ...








I have been learning how to make bracelets, rings, necklaces.  I love making the herringbone design.  I enjoy twisting, turning the wire in my hands to shape, mold around each bead.  I believe I've become addicted to wire-wrapping beads. 



I have a page called Imperfect Creations by Gloria on Facebook.  I have been putting photos of artwork I've done through times ... things I make with my hands.  Sometimes someone will buy a piece of jewelry from me.  People suggest I have a business ... I don't want a business nor the pressure that comes with it.  If someone sees something I've already made ... they can just tell me.  I won't make special orders.  That would take the pleasure out of doing what, when, where I want to do things.  I am a free spirit I guess.



I will be coming back to write about the grief of a grieving mother.  It will be 8 years on May 29th since Tommy ... my son ... died.  I promised years ago I would always tell you how it is with this grieving mother.  When I write about it you will see I've come far in my grief.  I can live with it now.
I will write my poems, short stories ... whatever about life I'm feeling. 



It's nice to be back.  I look forward to writing once again. 



Author's Note: 


I haven't written for a long time ... I didn't have anything I wanted to write about.  I guess all writers, artists do that and come back to doing what they love best when ... it's time.  We always know when it's time to begin again.  I'm ready to begin again :)


Written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.  Photos are owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates.

Monday, November 6, 2017

I Won’t Be Here… I’ll Be There

I Won’t Be Here… I’ll Be There

 
 
 
 
 
 
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I Won’t Be Here… I’ll Be There
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates



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Don't look for me here because ... I'll be there. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.


If I die, would you notice if I were gone
Would you see the empty space I left behind
Before things shuffled, filling it in
Would you miss the sound of my voice
The brightness of my smile
Could you possibly… miss ‘me’
I only mean something to one person
One person in this world
Everyone is gone, even my only child
Sometimes, I wonder when I already know
That some people would really care
Some would shed a tear or two
When I die, it will be a private affair
No one will need to come to see my body
I don’t let anyone come to watch me sleep
Sleeping is a personal thing
Dying is personal, too
I don’t want anyone to come stare at me
No one needs to know when I’m gone
No one needed to know when I was here
Let me rest in peace
Cremate my body, free my soul
Let the fire change my body to ashes
Be placed in a beautiful chest with painted roses
Maybe one day my ashes will be scattered in the wind
To swirl, dance, play in the air
My ashes will become dust in the wind
I will be ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I will be until I’m no more
I won’t be here… but, I will be there
If I die, don’t come looking for me
You didn’t find me when I lived
I won’t be here… I’ll be there

Thursday, November 2, 2017

On Hold For Now ... The Walls Move!




The Walls Move!
Written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee





Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee







Writing is like a big, happy balloon ... I soar as I write ... sometimes ... the air goes out and I'm left at a standstill. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.







Well ... I've decided something. For the moment I'm not continuing my scary story because, I'm not in the mood for mean, evil things.



Sometimes ... I begin writing a story with passion ... and it is like a big, happy balloon ... sometimes, the air goes out of it.



The Walls Move! story is on hold. I don't feel like writing about killing, hurting ... torturing anyone right now. 

Sunday, October 29, 2017

The Walls Move ... Part 2

The Walls Move ... Part 2
Written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee




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Just because you don't see anything doesn't mean it isn't there. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.






John jumped up ... pure rage, fire burned in his eyes.  His fists were balled, he was going to kick somebody's ass.  Son of a bitch!  Mother f____!  His f______ nose was broken and the pain was more than he could bear. 


He turned around ... and around.  John didn't see anyone!  Where did that mother f_____ go!  He needed to kill something.  The f_____ pain was too great to contain.  He saw the dog, walked toward it.  The poor dog cowered ... peed on itself.  It knew the man was going to hurt it again.


Just as John went to grab the dog he felt somebody slap him upside his head.  His cuss words pure tangled together he was so angry. White froth came out of his mouth.  You son of a ... mother fu___ son of a yee yow yellow .... John had never known such anger.  The fires of hell raged in him. 


He heard a chuckle on his right side ... he spun around.  No one was there!  He spun around again.  Where was the son of a bitching mother f______!


John was very dangerous now.  Let some bastard come into view he'd rip their heads off, piss down their necks and whatever else he felt like doing. 


He backed up ... looking around.  He couldn't see a damn thing.  Another chuckle sounded.  Sounded like a damn woman.  That couldn't be ... women don't like to get their asses kicked.


John felt a tap on his shoulder ...  froze.  He took a couple of breaths ... turned around.  His eyes took in what stood before him ... he was confused.  What the hell?  He shook his big-old head not believing what he saw ....



Continued to ... Part 3