Archive for April 1st, 2017
Do walls build prisons? Do iron bars make a cage? by Joelle Giappesi
Richard Lovelace wrote this poem in 1642, in the Westminster Prison:
“Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage;
If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone that soar above,
Enjoy such liberty.”
Note: Joelle Giappesi or Julie, is a Franco-Lebanese who was put in prison, condemned for 5 years firm, for repeated heroine addiction at the age of 43. “Walls do not make the prison” is not simply a fiction novel.
Mouth mush intelligence?
I’ll give you some examples of this phenomenon in my life with a table.
What He Said
What I Heard
What He Meant
|“You didn’t even tell me you were graduating cum laude today; that’s great. Why wasn’t it summa cum laude?” my Dad||Hehe. Summa cum. Latin is dirty. You should have worked harder. A stunning display of mediocre effort. That’s really going to impress someone considering you for a job.||I’m proud of you, but I know you are smart enough to have graduated with highest honors.|
|Slap! (On the butt while I was picking up toys on Valentine’s Day, 5 months postpartum). “Your ass is getting smaller!” my husband||I find you disgusting. Keep working on it.||You are losing weight and I’m attracted to you right now. Let’s get naked.|
|“You can’t be a slave to your kid’s schedule. They need to fit into your life.”my oldest brother||You really let your niece down by not coming to her cheerleading competition. Your baby is no excuse.||Don’t miss out on important events in your niece’s life because of a nap schedule.|
|“When you wear your hair down, it makes you look 10 pounds lighter instantly.” my step-Dad||The way you wear your hair every day makes you look fat.||Your hair looks good down. Until it turns into a squirrel tail when it dries.|
|“When have you ever killed a spider in this house?” my husband||You don’t read my blog much and I try not to get my feelings hurt about that because I understand, but when you do this random comment is the one you’re focused on, andyou’re calling me a liar? I kill them when you aren’t here. Good enough?||I’m joking about spiders. Yes, I hate them, but you don’t kill them for me while I stand on a table. Can I have my balls back?|
I won’t go into much more detail, I think these examples are enough for you to relate to them, and hopefully add your own in the comments section.