tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post5346237248756591308..comments2024-03-06T07:13:04.347-05:00Comments on Masked Mom: Have It Your Way (But Only If Your Way Is A Rerun of a Post Originally Run In August of 2005)Masked Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197019009052401812noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-20547210278477286522012-09-12T17:08:27.092-04:002012-09-12T17:08:27.092-04:00It is amazing how the comments or actions of those...It is amazing how the comments or actions of those in the periphery of our lives have such a profound affect on us, like your witty and amazingly positive posts when I read them :-)Sleepy Joehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16221803835813688522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-58975565699425918042012-09-07T20:48:18.883-04:002012-09-07T20:48:18.883-04:00Here's something that someone said to me that&...Here's something that someone said to me that's going to stick in a good way. Thanks, Gracie. Masked Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08197019009052401812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-17312901367114390282012-09-07T20:47:34.438-04:002012-09-07T20:47:34.438-04:00Crazily creative? Creatively crazy? Amen, either w...Crazily creative? Creatively crazy? Amen, either way. :) (Bonus smiley face. Emoticon balloon is unfortunately way out of my league.)Masked Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08197019009052401812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-1136554964205991252012-09-07T20:46:38.197-04:002012-09-07T20:46:38.197-04:00Ah, the Burger King smell...fond memories indeed. ...Ah, the Burger King smell...fond memories indeed. <br /><br />I have no few memories of the tossed-off, unintentional remark coming out of my own mouth, as well. (Which is saying nothing of all the ones I am completely unaware of.) That's one of those feelings that sticks, too.Masked Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08197019009052401812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-92162216619063893772012-09-06T14:09:28.237-04:002012-09-06T14:09:28.237-04:00Ouch. This sticks. It's hard to wash off, like...Ouch. This sticks. It's hard to wash off, like the Burger King smell. I wonder about the silly things that we just toss off without thinking, how many ways have I infected someone's consciousness with what I thought was benign nonsense over the years? Your attitude is remarkable and I love the analysis of it all. But these things still stick sometimes, no? The boy I had a crush on in 8th grade told my friend he thought I was "a fucking dog". I have never forgotten that (obviously) and still sometimes wonder if it's true. Why? <br /><br />Also, this struck me: "the job is often vile and horrible and much more complicated than it seems to the uninitiated. " I worked at McD's for three hours right after high school and they asked me not to come back for my next shift because I just could not get the hang of anything. There's an art to working fast food well, I ain't got it.TangledLouhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04771682524596744447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-29975536443067751782012-09-06T10:47:20.245-04:002012-09-06T10:47:20.245-04:00I wonder sometimes whether it is possible that any...I wonder sometimes whether it is possible that any of us would be as sensitive and writerly as we are if not for our various experiences of cruelty, or loss or pain. Who would want to read our blog posts full of smiley faces and balloons? We could hock coupons, I suppose. I think things stick with us. They stick with us and somehow this makes us creative, or crazy, or both.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12581247.post-12338801419112741962012-09-06T09:20:18.147-04:002012-09-06T09:20:18.147-04:00You have such an amazing attitude! Where WOULD we...You have such an amazing attitude! Where WOULD we be without this post? <br />Okay, so you were young and oh, so impressionable at the time of this incident. I suspect you lived in a self centered world at the time. It is the nature of the adolescent (I go so far as to say under 25 year old, in most cases) person. It is the task of that part of life to see and evaluate much of what happens in the context of your self. You held on to that memory b/c , in your young and impressionable mind, it had truth and it HURT. And now there is a scar. Scars don't get erased. Sometimes, if you want, you can cover them up with makeup? But you? You are not the make up wearing type - and your scars remain visible to you (even if they are under clothing). Graciewildehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00142582724233027386noreply@blogger.com