SHOW ME WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE AND I WILL TELL YOU WHO YOU ARE
It is always a great pleasure to befriend new people. My main purpose of being here on myspace.com is for online music business networking, and this is a great option for that reason. As is evident, you can get to meet people in the entertainment field of substantial and significant influence here, plus this is a fine place to advertise your what ever.
Out side of that purpose, I find that some people who have a website at www.myspace.com have fifty million folks listed as friends – pictures and all. That’s ridicules! These are far from a true friend or friends; they are just acquaintances; a person whom one knows slightly, more or less by sight… likely from work, high school, college or a bar.
If I had won the state lottery, I don’t think that I would have that many phony people listed as friends. Just by looking at the posted photos, I wouldn’t trust most of them; to me, the majority look like a bunch of freeloading wasted drunks. To let one of them in the house is insane! They would probably rob you blind, money, silverware, jewelry and all…not leaving the pizza. I know this to be true, for I have had my share of bad experiences…more a nightmare. Some look and act like angels on the outside, but their only emotion is gluttony and revulsion. Time will reveal the trickster.
To this very day, with all of the so called many friends that my wife and I had, there is only one that remained true and loyal; a fine sweet heart by the name of, Maryann Glen. For this one true friend, in this day and age, we feel very, very blessed.
People should be more careful of whom they bring into their house, especially when there is no one else at home! This I also tell to my kids because, I expect to find the house still standing when we get back.
No I’m not grumpy, it’s just the way I see it from my own perspective. From a realistic point of view, I just can’t visualize the largest number of people these days, especially with the long hours at work and school, in some situations, having that much free time on their hands or money at their disposal, to even entertain one of them, let alone the whole platoon of people they have pictured on www.myspace.com. I understand that it’s just for fun, but just the same…duh!
Much Love,
Cosmo
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ITALIAN PROVERB
Proverbio/Proverb
Amico di tutti e di nessuno è tutt'uno
English EquivalentA friend to all is a friend to none.
A question came up to this simple proverb “A friend to all is a friend to none.†The question was, “What does that mean?†It’s really simple, I replied! No one is a Yankee fan and a Red Socks fan, a Democrat and a Republican, of the Christian faith as well as the Jewish, a fan of President Bush and a fan of terrorists, some like to go to the opera and some do not, some are egotistical and others are not, some are unpretentious and some are not, some are thieves and some are not, some kill and some don’t even think of it, some bring into play profane language and others don’t, some are sexual perverts and others are not, etc. I can go on and on as to why all people are not companionable to the entire human race. People are all together too diverse of one another. It would be imposable for one person to get along with all.
Think about it! It takes a long time to really get to know just one person and someone could be living just with one, all of their life, and really not know him or her.
Come Election Day, politicians are friends to all; don’t believe it! That will only happen when pigs fly! A friend to all is indeed a friend to none.
As with most Italians and Italian Americans like myself, I personally get along best with people of unconditional love and compassion. These are the people I can call my friends. Having a hypersensitive personality, I know who they are and they know me. By the same token, this doesn’t mean I don’t like some people. Oddly enough to say, I like everyone and don’t wish anyone misfortune.
Love,
Cosmo
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"I bet you if I had met him [Trotsky] and had a chat with him, I would have found him a very interesting and human fellow, for I never yet met a man that I didn't like."
-Will Rogers, Saturday Evening Post, Nov. 6, 1926
US humorist & showman (1879 - 1935)
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“I find that the funniest things are actualities; it’s what most people are not aware of — the hidden stupidity, idioms and irony of it all. I think it’s because fiction is subject to probability and in real life, we come upon it serendipitously.â€
-Cosmo
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BEWARE OF FLYING OBJECTS
Dear Friends,
There is a saying that says, “You know you’re Italian if you have been hit with a wooden spoon or a shoe." I like people that take on the righteous initiative and enforce it; however in my case, these people were out to kill! It’s the way I was brought up – it was their way or the strap, ruler, shoe, broom, the wooden pasta sauce spoon which moms usually always had handy, in other words, what ever they could get their hands on first is what you got clobbered with.
In public with moms, it was usually the open back shoe, because they were able to shuffle it off real quick and launch it as fast and far as they could throw it. This was usually a missed shot, only because we kids could run much faster. I could tell you one thing; those shoes nearly broke the sound barrier as they flew by and were out to take care of some real serious and important business. Of course we nagged them in Italian and English, while they were trying to converse on a park bench - I think that would get on most people’s nerves.
Our parents and teachers didn’t need to squeeze a stress ball either, because we kids were their stress ball. Grrrrrrrrr
But when I grew up and looked back on it all, I appreciate it. Yes they were tough and they did use the fear method to force us to learn, but this all cumulated to teach us, not only scholastically regarding reading, writing, arithmetic and the Roman Catholic faith, but we learned to beware of the haters, the fools, the people out to get you, the whiners, the people that cheat you, the people that pretend to be your friend, those who are purposely rude, those who purposely lie, the murderer, the hypocritical, the greedy, the deceiving and the people who don’t appreciate you.
As the Bible tells us: "He who spareth the rod hateth his son: but he that loveth him correcteth him betimes" (Proverbs 13:24) and "Withhold not correction from a child: for if thou strike him with the rod, he shall not die. Thou shalt beat him with the rod, and deliver his soul from hell." (Proverbs 23:13-14)
Dads were king and the head of the family, however now for some strange reason everyone, in-laws of every relationship included, seem to think that they are living in a dynasty; I call it the dynasty syndrome. The end result of that neurotic insanity is chaos of every type; well deserved of course, sorry to say!
These days, in spite of the fact that we no longer have the team work necessary to bring kids up right, I still do my best and try; but it’s not easy. It’s a terrible thing when people can’t get along and work together, to the point where they can’t even manage their own family and kids, let alone the outside world. If they can’t even do that, what will become of us? How much longer will we last?
We have misplaced that high competence handle on our children’s behavior. For example, my kids are constantly getting sick. I always advise them to wash their hands before they eat, but all they do is listen very nicely and then go on ahead and eat without washing. It’s very obvious to me that kids now have the passive-aggressive behavior disorder. No matter how many lectures you give them, they still go on and do as they want – the wrong thing. It’s totally impossible to reason with them! They have given me an amplified new definition to the word stubborn; it’s now stubborn/foolish. Stubborn, once upon a time, had a reasonable argument to it’s meaning – not anymore! Not to crow, but it’s interesting to know that with my kids, this is all in spite of the fact they are all honor students; making the dean's list and winning scholarships. How do they do it? They don’t look it! I’m not complaining; that’s all fine with me – I don’t have to pay their way through college.
Love ya all!
Cosmo