Bullies are they born or made?

As a child, I was terrified of everything.  If I could have lived with the chooks in the back yard I would have.  They understood me.  I could talk to them for hours and they would nod their heads in agreement.

But of course, I had to be educated, clothed and fed so trips to school, back to the family home, to friends big and small, to town, to ballet lessons etc etc had to be endured.

The time when I met bullies were in my working life.  Authority, a huge fear to accommodate. Despite all my tools of EFT, Catherine Ponder affirmation, swallowing selenium my great love water, I still get the butterflies in the guts syndrome when having to face authority and the unknown.

Now as my 70th birthday approaches at the end of the year (oh wow doesn’t time hike) I look at the advice I would have given my small self.

If you want to hide with the chooks that’s okay but when you get hungry what happens then?  There is only a certain amount of apples and bananas you can eat in a day.  Your diet will have to be varied.  What about having a shower.  You don’t like being unclean, do you?  What about toilet stops?  What about that wonderful book by enid Blyton that has just been returned at the library and you have your name down for it?

So my little person how are we going to manage all the tasks that lay ahead of you?

Staying with the chooks is really not an option.

IMG_2238WIN_20170412_11_15_29_Pro I doubt if you could find the gun that you posed with as your adoptive Dad had them locked away.  And you can hardly lift the gun let alone shoot it.  There would be a lot of people to shoot.  A lot of blood. You don’t like blood.  Remember when you fell over and broke your tooth?  All that blood.  Yuk!

MMMMM so what do we do.  You have a lot of living to do.

Actually, on thinking about the lost opportunities in my life I have a revelation:  I can blame my wooseyness for not being an achiever.  Or can I.  That’s another EFT to look at.  What have I achieved, what do I want to achieve especially now I am looking for a job and nobody wants to pay me. I am a has been that never was anyway.  Oh dear tangent time.

 

 

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Bullies are they born or made?

Karen Denby My Niuean Way

As a child, I was terrified of everything.  If I could have lived with the chooks in the back yard I would have.  They understood me.  I could talk to them for hours and they would nod their heads in agreement.

But of course, I had to be educated, clothed and fed so trips to school, back to the family home, to friends big and small, to town, to ballet lessons etc etc had to be endured.

The time when I met bullies were in my working life.  Authority, a huge fear to accommodate. Despite all my tools of EFT, Catherine Ponder affirmation, swallowing selenium my great love water, I still get the butterflies in the guts syndrome when having to face authority and the unknown.

Now as my 70th birthday approaches at the end of the year (oh wow doesn’t time hike) I look at the advice I would…

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Bullies are they born or made?

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Bullies-do they know they are bullies?

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Bullies-do they know they are bullies?

They can look so cute and you can think you will have them eating out of your hand but remember they are animals.  Animals are unpredictable.

I feared this woman at work because she was a bully.  I decided to confront her so, on my least vulnerable feeling day, after I had good eats and sleeps and after doing my affirmations and after visualising light surrounding my entire self and taking an amulet that I had chosen (a little angel figureine) I was prepared to confront her.  Arrived at work all armed and visualising my bow and arrow in my quiver on my back (to send pink arrows at her if necessary) waited for the woman to come to me and – she was away sick-yay rejoice and dance a free day without terror.

She was away a week-oh the bliss the peace the absolute glory.

During that week I analised my terror-what was it that made me crap myself everytime she walked into the room and even giving her the time in my thoughts day and night-what the hell was it?

Now-this is where it gets tricky because quite often we have no idea, except for the fact that we don’t like the knee trembling and the heart racing and the bile rising and the palpatations and the farting-mmmm that’s a secret I won’t share-I get really windy as though I have eaten beans for a week!! (Too much information sorry)

But as an aside do you know why Whoopi Goldberg is called whoopi? because she was (probably still is) a walking farter-it’s true-she confessed on the Graham Norton show.

and another aside I love Keanu we could get John Wick on the job

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TAKE THE BULLIES BY STORM

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Best author in my universe

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A forgettable, albeit reasonably enjoyable, escape into a Victorian scandal.

via The Petticoat Men by Barbara Ewing —

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