I’m pretty sure I remember myself saying this recently but, Omg guys! Ignorance is bliss. πŸ˜’

Hey you! Yeah the idiot store clerk who couldn’t mind your own business 4 isles down the way.

Guess What! That chatising opinion you thought you’d share during a personal crisis moment…

 (You know: those grocery stores moments you know darn good and well we’ve all had. Whether its getting all the way to the register and remembering that you forgot your wallet, or your kid drops something  and breaks it into a spill, or your debit card, money card ( or whatever source of income your using) just simply… doesn’t work. 

That sucks! 

All of you reading this have been right there with me. Even if your story is different, we’ve all had that wrenching feeling of a spoof moment in our lives. 

No one’s perfect, and no one can avoid that. 


I’ve come to realize there are those select few who just can’t help but be… Ignorant. 

So let me just openly put it like this. 

Are you paying for it? No? Ohhh then da fawk do I care about what you think I should or shouldn’t have done before getting to the store. 

Why Rare how can you be so harsh?? πŸ™ˆπŸ™‰πŸ™Š  


It’s no ones business except the people involved. I could understand if the customer criticized you at your job. Don’t bag like that your screwing it up. Don’t come into work before bla bla bla….my fellow #RareBears you get the point.  

oh umm wow did she just say that??? πŸ˜€πŸ˜ƒπŸ˜„ ok so I have this friend who calls me Rare Bear and…I love it! But….πŸ€”Do You? (Answer in the comments)

Im heavily disturbed at the current moment guys. I put so much faith in humanity. You know because I believe WE can all be better. That there is more to life than strife and greed. Only, to be greeted by people like that.

I don’t find it entertaining to be quizzed by people who are more interested in prying about my life, than simply caring and just knowing  me. No I don’t find it appealing that only In crisis people feel the need to criticize You, and kick you while your down. What an ugly person you are if that’s how you treat others when they’ve been hit. 

Life lesson #4 We treat others how we want to be treated

Geez lady  is that what you want people to do when your in midst of a crisis?

If you ever break your leg I’ll be sure to criticize you on how you should of stepped differently.

πŸ˜’ok #RareBears you know me better than to believe I’ll do that. 



“Is your life THAT boring?”

Get it together lady. BEFORE karma kicks you in your cute little lady parts πŸ˜’πŸ‘‰#TheWindow

Anyhoo…. back you you Cletus πŸ˜‚πŸ€£ jk for a split second I felt like a newscaster 

Really tho guys…im not kidding when I say you never know a person’s struggle, or story. HECK! I could of been a CEO of the company you work for and fired you on the spot. HEYYY! I could be a journalist WHO WRITES REVIEWS FOR SHIT! Perception can most definitely be deceiving, and if you don’t know someone on a personal level just.. Don’t! We don’t know what’s going in their daily life, who they are, or what has just happened to then sooooo If you don’t have anything nice to say…. SUCK IT!


Was that harsh?

I’m out😎🀘 see ya on the next one 


Crystal's Tale (Sandy And Her Teenage Shenanigans)

“If you can’t figure out where the root is, you wont be able to pull the weeds.” Β©Rare-ity 5-5-16 #stuffraresaysΒ 

Jane sat at the dinner table with Sandy. Sandy had been struggling with some issues recently, but didn’t understand why or know what her problem was. Teenagers these days. Sandy had gotten into trouble recently for one of her typical teenager shenanigans. Sandy struggled inside herself since her mother had kicked her out. For three years, Jane and Alex had been picking up the broken pieces of a shattered girl.

Lately, Sandy was quite the emotional ball of FML! “Sandy… Tell me, who’s love do you desire the most?” Sandy started balling silently and began to lie, “You guys.” She began to grow flustered with her emotions, and focused her energy on saying what she thought her father and stepmother would want to hear. Jane placed her head down, “Sandy stop.” She looked over and stared at her for a while then continued, “Let it all out.” Sandy began to cry even harder. After a few moments of patience, Jane said, “Now.. Please Sandy, answer me truthful. This time, you really need to reflect.”Sandy curled up into a ball, and said, “I just want my mother to love me for who I am.” Jane calmly held her composure with empathy. “What makes you so sure she doesn’t love you?” “Because she doesn’t care.” Sandy cried. “You don’t know that.” Sandy looked at Jane with confusion, as these comments gave her something to think about. “If I’m not like her, then she doesn’t like me. Why do I have to be fake to be loved by her?” “I don’t know Sandy it sounds like that’s her battle to fight, not yours.” “What do you mean?” “You are who are you and because of that…. She is the one missing out.” This thought gave Sandy an enormous amount of relief.

“Do you think trying desperately to be just like your mom may be affecting your relationship with your friends?” Jane asked Sandy.

“It definitely is.”

“Tell me why?”

“Because my friends think i’m fake.”Jane stared at Sandy this time with a small grin on the side of her mouth,Β “Then I guess you have some reflecting to do huh?”

“I think I have.” Sandy said. After Sandy’s moment of reflection Jane asked,Β “Oh?.. tell me, what have you reflected?”

“That I need to be nicer, and stop getting into trouble.”

“Oh Sandy.. What did we just talk about?”

She looked down, Sandy didn’t ever seem to want to have “real talk.” Lately, with all her behavior issues Jane wasn’t about to let up on her, “Dig deeper.” Jane pushed.

“It’s just … I think that if I act like that my mom she will notice me.”

“Has she?”

“No. :/” AΒ moment of silence fell over them as Jane contemplated that. Sandy liked Β to call Jane mom,Β “Mom… What does my mom have to do with my behavior?”

“Does she hurt your feelings?”


“Do you feel down about yourself because of how she makes you feel?”


“Do you get jealous when your friends talk about their moms.”

“Well.. Sometimes.”

“Do they notice a shift in your behavior when that happens?”

“They always get bugged with me soon after.”

“Mhm… All these things your doing… They are results of this pain.”

Sandy stared at Jane with a sort of resolution. She smiled at Jane and Jane smiled back.

Jane stared at her for a while, until she watched everything she said sink into Sandy’s young teenager mind. Suddenly Jane revealed,

“Sandy … You gotta look for the core of your problems. If you don’t know where the root is, you won’t be able to pull out the weeds. In this game we call life, we grow by trimming out the weeds. You’ll never know what needs to go, if you don’t know what needs to be tended to.”

Β© Rare-ity 5-6-16