Share Your World — 11/15/2021

For this week’s edition of Share Your World, Melanie is going deep. I think she’s trying to steal my Provocative Question thunder, because he questions this week are quite provocative.

In your opinion, what should be humanity’s goal?

Like all other living creatures, the most fundamental goal is to survive, but unless we get our act together and take decisive, definitive action to combat climate change, secondary goals, like food shelter, health, and happiness, will be moot.

Are you hesitant to speak your opinions?

One of the reasons I started blogging was to freely express my honest thoughts, opinions, and perspectives. At the time, I worked at a very conservative firm and I quickly learned that discussing my views on politics, religion, or anything that diverged from their deeply ingrained conservatism, was neither welcomed nor appreciated. So I stopped “speaking” my opinions and started blogging them.

In what ways has society changed during your lifetime? What do you think caused these changes?

Society — at least segments of American society — has become much more intolerant, much more divided and divisive, and much more willing to embrace partisan politics and conspiracy theories over science, facts, and truth. Most of you are going to disagree with — and possibly be offended by — my position on what has caused these changes, but I blame it on organized religion, which teaches people to behave like sheep rather than individuals and to cling to those who share common beliefs rather than to be open to critical, rational thinking. Oh, also the reverence most of these conservative, religious people have for Donald Trump.

Now do you see why I am hesitant to “speak” my opinions?

If you had a friend who spoke to you in the same way that you sometimes speak to yourself, how long would you allow this person to be your friend?

I would appreciate having a friend who was open, honest, and forthright with me. So yeah, I’d want such a person to be my friend indefinitely.

GRATITUDE SECTION

I am grateful to all of you who have passed on your positive thoughts and well wishes after I posted that I might have cancer of the prostate. Thanks to each of you.

The Free Spirit

0F25EB82-01FE-4AF4-9B4E-B34A51C2AB00Sally thought of herself as a free spirit. She was independent, unorthodox, and uninhibited. She would always do things on her own terms, embracing whatever she wanted to do and doing it, regardless of other people’s opinions.

Some admired Sally for being unconventional. Others thought she was disgraceful and shameless. But she didn’t care what others thought of her. She was her own person and rather enjoyed being a topic of conversation and the center of attention. She had a passion and a zest for life and wouldn’t tolerate anyone who tried to clip her wings.

But Sally had to face the harsh realities of living in a material world. She didn’t want to depend upon others for the necessities of life, like shelter, food, and clothing. She knew she needed to earn money to fund her independent, free-spirited life style.

After giving it much thought, Sally decided upon a pursuit that she thought would enable her to continue in her independent, unorthodox, unconventional, uninhibited ways and yet pay the bills and then some. She ended up getting a job as an exotic dancer at a high class, exclusive gentlemen’s club.

Being a stripper gave Sally everything she, as a true free spirit, wanted. When she was on stage strutting her stuff, all eyes were on her. She loved the attention and she relished the hungry, wonton stares of the people, both men and women, she was receiving. And, of course, like icing on the cake, there were the very generous tips.

Some of Sally’s friends thought she was selling out, but Sally found nothing wrong with taking off her clothes and dancing naked for an appreciative audience. After all, she rationalized, there exists a very fine line between being a free spirit and an exhibitionist. And as a free spirit, that was a line Sally decided she was more than willing to cross, especially if it meant survival.


Written for this week’s Word of the Day Kira’s Sunday Scribbles prompt.

Three Line Tales — Endangered

A342801C-B143-48BA-B05C-B3FE4D8EC8EB“Get closer, kids, and take a good look at that majestic, beautiful animal,” Barbara’s and Dennis’ father told them, “because that species may not be around much longer.”

The two children stared in awe and amazement at the enormous polar bear swimming right up next to the huge aquarium’s thick glass wall, and Barbara asked her father why it wasn’t going to be around much longer.

“The sea ice where polar bears live is disappearing due to warming temperatures around the globe,” he explained, “which is the biggest threat to their survival, and if we don’t do something quickly to combat man-made climate change, these magnificent creatures may soon become extinct.”


Written for this week’s Three Line Tales from Sonya at Only 100 Words. Photo credit: Vidar Nordli-Mathisen via Unsplash.

#writephoto — Zero Tolerance: A Parable

383FD794-7BED-488F-AFB4-FA51DB3CC4E7Dorothy and her dog, along with her three traveling companions, were making the hazardous journey through the land of Oz heading toward the legendary Emerald City, which they were told was a welcoming land of opportunity just on the other side of the river.

Their journey had been an arduous one so far. They had successfully escaped capture by a band of marauding gorillas and had survived the numerous tornadoes that wreaked havoc upon the towns and villages all across the countryside.

Life in Oz had become unbearable and the four companions believed that their only chance for survival would be to flee to the Emerald City and seek asylum there. No hardships in their path to a better life was going to deter them. To them it was truly a matter of life and death.

Suddenly one of the companions looked up and in a very excited voice said, “Dorothy, look. It’s a poppy field. According to Google Maps, the river should be just beyond the field of poppies and then, not to far from there, we should find freedom in Emerald City.”

“Oh,” Dorothy responded. “That’s wonderful. Let’s go.” And the four of them, along with Dorothy’s little dog, ran into the poppy field.

The little dog was the first to succumb, collapsing on the ground. “Toto, what is wrong?” Dorothy cried. But then she, too, grew incredibly sleepy, as did her three companions. One by one they fell to the ground fast asleep.

When she woke up a few hours later, Dorothy was lying on a cot within a chain link fence inside of what appeared to be a large warehouse. She saw a large sign that read “Welcome to the Emerald City Detention Center.” She saw a uniformed guard carrying a semiautomatic rifle pass near by.

“Excuse me,” she said, getting the guard’s attention. “What is this place? And where are my friends and my dog?”

“You were apprehended in the poppy fields attempting to illegally enter Emerald City,” he said. “You and your companions have been separated. And your dog, well, we can’t allow mangy creatures to come to Emerald City.”

“Oh my,” said Dorothy. “What did you do to Toto?”

“He’s in a better place now,” the guard said, a smirk on his face.

“And what of me and my companions?” Dorothy asked.

“By order of the Great Pumpkinhead, our Dear Leader,” the guard said, “you will be sent back to Oz.”

“But we came to Emerald City seeking asylum. We were told that Emerald City would allow us to stay.”

“Not anymore,” the guard said. “Perhaps if you’d come here from Norway and not some shithole country, we’d hear your case for asylum. But Dear Leader says that we don’t need more of your kind to bring about massive demographic changes upon the people of Emerald City. The Great Pumpkinhead has declared a national emergency, so you must be deported back to Oz.”

“But that’s a certain death sentence,” Dorothy protested.

“Sorry, kiddo,” the guard said unsympathetically, “But our orders are to make Emerald City great again, and we can’t do that if we let your kind in. It’s our new zero tolerance policy.


Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.