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Monday, February 24, 2014

I DONT WANT TO TALK ABOUT YOU... I WANT TO TALK ABOUT ME












TOBY KEITH WRITES:
Yeah, Yeah
That's right
We talk about your work how your boss is a jerk 
We talk about your church and your head when it hurts 
We talk about the troubles you've been having with your brother 
About your daddy and your mother and your crazy ex-lover
We talk about your friends and the places that you've been 
We talk about your skin and the dimples on your chin 
The polish on your toes and the run in your hose 
And God knows we're gonna talk about your clothes 
You know talking about you makes me smile 
But every once in awhile 

I wanna talk about me 

Wanna talk about I
Wanna talk about number one
Oh my me my 
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
I like talking about you you you you, usually, but occasionally 
I wanna talk about meeeeee 
I wanna talk about me 

We talk about your dreams and we talk about your schemes 

your high school team and your moisturizer creme 
We talk about your nanna up in Muncie, Indiana 
We talk about your grandma down in Alabama 
We talk about your guys of every shape and size 
The ones that you despise and the ones you idolize 
We talk about your heart, bout your brains and your smarts 
And your medical charts and when you start 
You know talking about you makes me grin 
But every now and then 

I wanna talk about me 

Wanna talk about I 
Wanna talk about number one 
Oh my me my 
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see 
I like talking about you you you you, usually, but occasionally 
I wanna talk about me 
I wanna talk about meeeeeeee  
You you you you you you you you you you you you you

I wanna talk about ME! 


I wanna talk about me 

Wanna talk about I 
Wanna talk about number one
Oh my me my 
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see 
I like talking about you, you, you, you, usually, but occasionally 
I wanna talk about meeeeeeee 
I wanna talk about me 
I wanna talk about me 
Oh me!













And the following is from "DEAR MISS MANNERS"

My Facebook friends have wonderful lives, and I am glad for them. They have the best boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife. ("Yeah, be jealous," demands one young lady about the man in her life.) Their sons and daughters win academic and sports awards and are the most thoughtful beings on the planet. They enjoy relaxing/exciting/exotic vacations. They build huge houses and plant lovely gardens. They enjoy laughter and parties with friends and warm and happy holidays with families.  Their grandbabies become more and more adorable with each passing week.  They are thankful people, my Facebook friends, wanting to express their sense of gratitude for all the good in their lives.  As some will put it, they are "Blessed."  How does one know when one has crossed the line between "sharing" with a hundred or two of  one's closest friends and boasting?
     GENTLE READER:  "Sharing" is a word best used to teach small children to allow other small children access to toys.  The activity it now describes teaches the contradictory lesson of It's All About Me.  It is one thing to share good news with intimates who you know will rejoice for you, and for whom you have reciprocal empathy.  Shouting from the housetops, however--- especially now that one is so easily able to reach untold numbers from there--- is another.  The test Miss Manners suggests applying is what reaction is expected from the recipients of one's announcements.  Not everyone is so frank as the young lady who said, "Yeah, be jealous," but that seems to be the general motivation.













(pssssst...........we don't always have to be the center of the universe )
ANYONE... GET... MY... DRIFT?


Sunday, February 23, 2014