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Mine is an irreverent mouth, disrespectful of inhibition, and sincerely sarcastic without fault – but only in my head is it aloud -ha!
By P J Colando URL on 11.19.2013
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By ds on 11.19.2013
It was him and the whole crew. A gathering just outside the city. Macintosh was doing the ritual. Someone was entering the gang, when he suddenly started sneezing. Everyone was shocked because of his irreverent gesture that disturbed the ceremonial.
By Stef URL on 11.19.2013
I often wonder about how irreverent I appeared to be as a teen. I was raised on sarcastic humor so was often unaware that I could be offending anyone.
By Bchange.Cchange on 11.19.2013
I don’t like this word.
By Jennifer on 11.19.2013
I actually don’t know what this means. It sounds sad, like being cast aside for some reason. When your sad everything seems sad.
By Ashley on 11.19.2013
“I’ll stop being mean to you once you stop being irreverent!” he shouted, and for a moment, I almost believed him.
By WearyWater URL on 11.19.2013
I love irreverence. It takes the mickey out of those who take themselves too seriously. It ways life is not so serious. Puts a smile on your face. Takes things down notch. No more prim and proper.
By Paul Lim on 11.20.2013
my grandparents worry that we have no respect for manners, tradition, authority, etc. and they’re right. they’re completely right. we haven’t any.
it’s one of those funny moral situations where what one party touts as “moral” is actually just favorable for them. it’s like how kids’ movies often preach about the importance of family. of course “loyalty to parents” is an appealing message to a parent deciding which movie to take their kids to.
By Cole on 11.20.2013
Behind those sunglasses, and that awkward, dry swallow, is a sort of quirk that I am aware you possess.
And whoever would wear sunglasses at 3 in the morning is surely someone I’d want to know.
By Bronwyn on 11.20.2013
While waiting to meet the new therapist that had been appointed to me, I aimlessly wandered about his or her office in hope of finding something out of the ordinary; something other than the generic things I’d found in the previous therapist’s offices, but this office was typical. It was a small, vanilla colored room with a heavily curtainted window, outdated art on the walls, fake ferns sprouting out of almost every corner, archaic furniture that faintly smelled of old cigarettes which included: a large wooden desk and a gaudy armchair that were far too grand for the room, a simple end table in between two blue tub chairs, under which was a stained area rug that seemed out-of-place with its modern print, a wastebasket and dimly lit lamp next to one of the ferns, and a bulky bookshelf and file cabinet next to the door. The bookshelf was of course overflowing with books like “Principles of Psychology”, “A Guide to Emotional Intelligence”, “The Diagnostic and Statistical Book of Mental Illnesses”, “Touched by Suicide”, “The Manufactured Identity”, and every other cliché title that could be conjured up. At this point, unimpressed and growing more bored by the minute, I turned my attention to smaller details; like what was on, in, or under the desk. After doing a quick top-to-bottom visual sweep, and opening a few drawers, the only thing that seemed moderately interesting and worthy of further inspection was an aged copy of the Merriam-Webster dictionary that was “casually” sitting on the desk. I idly flipped through the gold leafed pages and stopped at a random page. I read the first entry I saw aloud, “ir•rev•er•ent adj. 1. Lacking or exhibiting a lack of reverence; disrespectful. 2. Critical of what is generally accepted or respected; satirical.”
“Ironic isn’t it?” A voice came from the doorway.
In a hasty, chaotic maneuver, I slammed the dictionary on the desk, knocking over pencil cups, piles of paper, and just about everything in my wake, and then buried myself in one of the tub chairs attempting to soothe my embarrassment.
By Kaitlin URL on 11.20.2013
I don’t even know what that means. I use it sometimes, but I’m sure that my definition is wrong. Maybe I will write a quick short story about a guy who uses the word incorrectly and gets himself lost (physically and spiritually).
By sharon on 11.20.2013
“There’s a party over at the graveyard…they’ve got clowns running around over there…some people are chipping away at headstones for souvenirs…they’ve dug up some bodies…and they’re going to play some version of ‘pin the tail on the donkey’ but more like ‘pin the bodyparts on the corpse’ or something like that.”
By nodochinko on 11.20.2013
what we thought was of interest to the course of discussion, turned out to be irreverent. Not only did the evidence produce were flawed, but it also inflammatory indeed, and a swift withdrawal of the statements and an apology offered.
By victor URL on 11.20.2013
We were sure that the evidence that we had gathered and presented to the court, on behalf of our client were strong enough to have him acquittal of all charges against him, however, it was rule by the judge to be irreverent.
He was a little naughty. Which she liked. What he lacked in looks he made up for with his irreverent sense of humour, which made him quite beguiling and appealed to her anarchic streak.
By pip333 on 11.20.2013
Her irreverent manner in all things upset him. How could she be so callous and shrewd, so lacking in basic feminine mannerisms? Her very nature was against nature, and he would not have it. She did not know it yet, but she had been chosen from that moment on to be restructured. “I will not fail again,” he murmured to himself.
By Amanda on 11.20.2013
Irreverent. Irrelevant. Irresponsible. Which are you?
By Kayla Pongrac on 11.20.2013
There is so much etiquette around queuing. As an experienced and venerable queuer, should there be such a descriptive, I can handle them with curtesy and respect, how to direct oneself in the ‘fork’ for instance, the single queue that splits at the head into multiple points of access. The ‘snake’ which slinks across territory and has to split and reform to allow traffics to pass it’s disjointed body, or perhaps the hardest and most susceptible to irreverence is the ‘bridge’ which passes a thorough fare, such as ATM on a busy high street – prone to leaks and barges from the disrespectful and uneducated.
By Ian on 11.20.2013
I sometimes think that the elderly are treated differently. Some youngsters are irreverent to their feelings.
By Alexandra on 11.20.2013
don’t act like that. that’s not respectable. hey, look, what has he ever done that would make you think we should bow to him? he just strolls by us everyday, nose in the air, as if the world should bow to him because of his birthright.
By Lee on 11.20.2013
My feelings for you haven’t vanished.
In fact, they’re stronger than ever.
But all of that is irrelevent
because we can never be together,
By Chris on 11.20.2013
yknow prayer’s the same thing
as saying your name to myself
at least four times a day.
(once in every direction
my tongue has fashioned
enough rosaries for a convent)
By h. b. on 11.20.2013
so many things. But not actually. Seen as stupidity but if someone feels the need to say something irrelevant than it must be relevant as they as a product of the system in which the conversation is taking place and what their mind produces is something worth questioning and examining. It’s a lethargy.
By mickey on 11.20.2013
The temples shine in the sun as if they were suns themselves. Though the rest of the place is dirty, and smells like an outhouse that hasn’t been mucked out in centuries. Which in some ways it is. I don’t mean to sound irreverent, this city is everything I thought it would be and more. It’s just that I didn’t come here with my eyes shining. I guess I just get to see that it isn’t all beautiful. The misery here is as thick as the shite. Makes me wonder why it’s only the temples that get to shine.
By Anthony StClair on 11.20.2013
She was always like this. Haughty with an edge of distinction. She never listened to a word anyone said unless it was to mock it.
By The Black Flamingo on 11.20.2013
I say nothing. He keeps prattling on and on, but nothing is ever really said. The noise builds and builds and rattles around in my head. I ignore him and drop to my knees. I fall to the floor where the body was found. My left ear is pricked by a splinter from the hardwood floor. My eye stare in front of me without really seeing. I imagine I see a splatter of blood. I imagine I can her last breath. But all I see is his mouth moving and all I hear is him talking. Talking. Talking. Hot tear burn my dry eyes. I inhale dust. I blink the tears away.
By ella on 11.20.2013
Irregardless is an irreverent spelling of a word that doesn’t exist. However, spell check did not underline irregardless, apparently it’s an acceptable error. Thanks ALOT!
By Rover on 11.20.2013
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By Vese URL on 11.20.2013
irreverent is the word that pulses through my veins because my mother just scolded me. I was being rude in church. apparently laughing and talking to my friend was disrespectful to god. what did i know? i was just 5 years old.
By billy on 11.20.2013
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.