Any one who have been plagued with the heavy burden of having a unique and complex name will understand my pain.
Category: word!
Anonymous Anonymous! 01
“Hi group, we have a new member. Morgan introduce yourself.” Stan, the group leader announced.
“Hi guys, my name is Morgan, and I am here because I recently realized that I am worthless. I mean, I have always known, but it just recently dawned on me.”
“Welcome Morgan. group welcome Morgan into the group”
“Welcome Morgan, if everybody was the same the world will be a boring place, some people are in this world to add to the value, and some are her to devalue. It gives the world a balance. So it okay to be worthless because that actually makes you very valuable to the world. We are all in this together, Worthless unite!!” they all chorused together.
“I can’t believe we still have to recite this shit! what is wrong with just saying ‘Hi Morgan’, and maybe a pat on the back, or even a hug. Do we have to sound like a bunch of elementary school groupies every time some fuckup decides to wonder in?” Mac retorted.
“McKenzie, we have to make our guest feel welcome and at ease. To feel that his fellow crazies are in here with him” Stan replied.
Mac stood up in anger , pointing his finger at the group leader and shouted.
“THE NAME IS MAC!!”
“That not what I have on my file.” Looking down and shuffling through some paper “Look, right there, it says McKenzie!” he replied in a feminine voice.
“Keep it up, asswipe!!” Mac threatened with a fisted hand.
“You better seat your ass down before I jam an easy spirit up it”, Major prompted
“Awesome, am in the mist of my kind” Morgan murmured with a smile.
Galloping Crazies
While she was working she got a message on her screen telling her to go to the small conference room. She knew this was coming, in her opinion ‘unnecessary’, but nevertheless it was going to happen.
She logged out of her station and proceeded to the small conference room. They were at least eight shift managers in their orange vest that says “Manager”, like we can’t pick out fake in a crowd, and two people from human resources already seated in the small conference room.
“Great, the whole gang is here”, she whispered to herself.
The general manager of that building was also there, and he was the first to talk
“hey Simi, thanks for joining us”
“like I had a choice” she murmured
“this is not an ambush, we just want to talk”
“it sure does feel like it”
“how?”
“Look around, and say that again! I have got about eight manager surrounding me, and about five of which wanna take turns showing me a very narrow path in which to take a walk. Oh! and don’t forget the two HR buddies who just want to get this over with.”
“but you seem to be handling it well”
“what can I say, I hate bullies”
“we are not trying to bully you”
“yeah, and Nixon didn’t hide the tape! Listen, I don’t know what this is about, but I guess it had something to do with what I told Jim yesterday. I know what I said, and I stand by every word of it, if you have a problem with what I said please! by all means fire me, but make no mistake I will have my day in court.”
“Like I said simi, this is not an ambush. We heard what you said to Jim and we just wanted to go through your concerns. Despite what you might believe, we are not all against you”
“okay, i will humor you, just for shit and giggles”
Outlaws
I would say love your flaws, and
live for your mistakes if they weren’t coming
If i wasn’t comatose in pain
baby, Run
They found the evidence
My love, Run
Because they saw the evidence you didn’t bother to hide
Run,
because your pride is a demon in disguise
And my love is a true example of broken glass
Run, my pride
For, when it is all done i will still be out here waiting to be outlaws
There are no winners when the die is cast.
Author
Do not mistake my quite for dunce
for every second a new thought is formed
in my brain, it is stored
yes, just twist the dagger in a little more
as I moan in pain, I refuse to satisfy you with my tears
just a little air Oh just a tiny space
in there, a method to my madness
draft, review, finalize, and publish it all in your honor
they call it revenge but I call it Revenge
the author of your pain, will I be
and trust me I know how it ends
I wrote the book.
Blah!!
My poetic juice is drained for today
genius will come in the morning.
Turning page
As she kept going on and on about her friend and some other things that I unconsciously drown out. I was deaf to her words, at that point I remember that I had bills to pay before it gets due. Ooh, and don’t forget to reply mum’s text before she calls…..maybe I should order pizza, cause I don’t want to do any the dishes….I still have to go-
“D, what do you think i should do?” she asked .
It turns out, I missed a huge part of the conversation. Am definitely not a good listener; there is just something about story’s.
Aftermate
The storm is only the beginning
for, when the rumble is over
the mourning truly begins
pain, like footprint on a beach
bold, and deep
time, as timeless as time itself
dissonance, waiting to be softly pulled into tone.
until the end, there is no end.
SUCH! Effect
IT’S NOT ABOUT SELF-IMPROVEMENT;ITS ABOUT EARNING APPROVAL AND ACCEPTANCE
I cannot further stress how much I hate my job but I find myself working hard when certain responsibilities are placed on me. Most people live with the delusion that they don’t need people approval, but i will be the first to rid myself of such lie.
I was at work busy with a batch of assignment, at that moment my boss needed a different batch done ASAP. She came straight to my station to give it to me, but she saw I was already busy with an important batch whereas the person behind me was not. she asked what was the name of the person behind my station, I replied, after which she said “I don’t trust him, I will leave this here, when you are done with that please complete this.”
This really surprised me, because the batch she gave me should be out of the building by 2:30pm, and the time was 1:40pm. It takes about 30 mins to get a batch done, PLUS I was already busy with an important batch. Although I got both batches out in due time, but this made me realize that when a responsibility is placed upon you, you do not want to disappoint. Like I said, I hate my job and I could careless on what goes out at the right time, but there is something about being giving a responsibility; especially when the person absolutely believes you can do it. Brent brown said, and I quote
“Many people think of perfectionism as striving to be your best, but it not about self-improvement; it’s about earning approval and acceptance.”
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