Category Archives: memories

Hurt/Embarrassment

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Friday, March 24, 2006 at 8:08 PM EST

Everybody gets hurt in one way or another in their lives whether it is physical or emotional. What i had to learn growing up is that some people get their feelings hurt by certain things that are said to them. I’ve also learned that some people will say or do things to hurt others with the same particular things that would hurt them.

Believe it or not, there have been people who have lashed out on me about things they automatically assumed would be hurtful but their words and actions didn’t affect me. And they either considered me to be crazy or just a very strong person. The way i see it is that it may have to do with the level some people are on. If you think and feel a certain way about certain things in life and are knowledgeable regarding them, what some consider to be hurtful won’t necessarily have any bearing.

People have told me that i hurt their feelings and i wasn’t even aware of it because i didn’t find what i said or done to be anything harmful. I didn’t intentionally set out to hurt them and it taught me how there are things which seem little to me that mean a whole lot to someone else.

I got hit by a car when i was ten years old. The moment it happened i was taken off guard. Instantly, right after i got hit i flew up into the air and luckily landed on my behind without any broken bones. I did feel soreness days later. I learned as i grew older that a lot of people consider an incident like that one to be an embarrassing situation, especially since i was able to get up and run afterwards. But what i really had felt was startled. I was in shock. I didn’t feel any shame or awkwardness because people witnessed the scene. If anything, it scared me because i didn’t realize what was going on until i flew up into the air, heard a woman scream, then hit the ground.

I am aware that people don’t want to be seen, or deny the way something happened and affected them, when they are embarrassed. In spite of that, everybody’s actions aren’t the result of generalized perceptions held by most. People often get embarrassed due to how they feel others will view them and their situation.

What embarrasses a lot of people doesn’t embarrass me, half the time i don’t even know why they give people the power to make them feel self-conscious about certain things that are inevitable.

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/26/hurtembarrassment/

A Special Friend

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Monday, February 13, 2006 at 1:22 PM EST

A lot of people love their pets. I had a dog that i had for seventeen years, ever since she was a puppy. Her name was Brandie and she was a mixed breed.

My collie’s shepherd genes were stronger and her legs gave out so i had to put her down.

I always remember how she wasn’t an ordinary animal. There are those dogs that only come around once in a lifetime. Those animals who are just as human as we are.

I had quite a few dogs growing up but none were intelligent as Brandie.

She knew and could feel things the way i did. It was in her behavior. She still did the same things that a regular dog often does just in her own way. My Brandie was psychic, she helped me out a lot when we were together and she now visits me in my dreams.

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/25/a-special-friend/

My LiL Brandie ( The Best Human Dog I Ever Had! )

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Thursday, November 30, 2006 at 4:43 PM PST

I think about her almost every day. How she always did things in her own special way. I miss her. I want to kiss her. I look forward to the day when i will reminisce with her.

We are still together as she comes back to me during times that i dream. And we continue to be forever communicating our messages throughout every scene.

We share a bond that no one can break and we have a love that no one can take. Indeed there was no mistake how fate gave then made us powerful enough that we could relate. We were made for one another. We worked so well for each other.

There is an absolute connection. A source of my protection. And a day never goes by where i don’t understand why. She is one of my angels up in the heavens, one of the loyal spirits around me guarding my life.

I recognized what she was while she was down here on this earth and would be a fool now not to know how much more she is really worth.

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/25/my-lil-brandie-the-best-human-dog-i-ever-had/

My Lil’ Childhood Buddy

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Sunday, April 16, 2006 at 2:48 PM EDT

When i was about five or six years old i met a nice girl in my first grade class. She looked like a little old lady as she’d wear her glasses and carry her tote book bag in the crease of her arm.

Before school would end, mostly everyday our class would spend the last ten to fifteen minutes in the auditorium with the lights out watching brief segments of educational films. We’d sit our little behinds in the front row seats all the time then sneak out a notebook from our bags to check one another’s school work.

If we saw an “x” marked where there should have been a “check” we’d playfully slap each other on the hand and say “bad girl!” That took place back in 1980 or 1981 and it was a more innocent time to grow up compared to now.

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/25/my-lil-childhood-buddy/