It hurts like I’d imagine ripping duck take off my pubic area would. Oh wait, I guess that pretty much sums up waxing. Hmm, never mind. Scratch that thought.
It hurt, and I cried. It hurts and it’s going to for a good while longer. It’s only just begun …
This Usher cd knocks. I’m still stuck on that Hootie & the Blowfish cd, too. It’s Hootie in the car, Usher in the crib …
Not doing things that I’ve grown accustomed to doing for years now, is going to be extremely difficult. Breaking habits and steering clear of “the norm” will take some time to adjust to.
It’s going to be interesting and probably painful still, to see where things are in a few days/weeks/months …
I’m not mad; I just have nothing to say. Well there’s plenty that I’d like to say (most of which has already been said a few times already), but I’m tired of speaking only to have my words blocked by that invisible wall in front of your ears.
July 17th can’t come soon enough …
OT of that Pens game last night was crazy insane. I don’t even really watch hockey (which explains why I skipped all three periods of regulation), but sudden death, triple overtime, one game away from elimination in the Stanley Cup Finals! Yeah, those triple OT periods were rather entertaining.
Sex and the City was a really good movie. Yeah, I can stand to see that a few more times. I hope a few people I know take the time to see it too. One site said of the flick: “[I]t’s the perfect movie to possibly refresh your relationships with your girlfriends…” Ain’t that the truth? But yes, very good movie.
I’m so drained …
“Oh, but life goes on
And before too long
You figure out you're right where you belong …”
“Cinderella made me realize that I can’t trust white people. White people can’t even trust white people.” Lol! Sharee is too dang funny … and can break down a Disney flick like no one else. Really. Talk to her when you’re feeling down.
It hurt. It still does. There's nothing to compare it to.
I’m so ready to bounce back to reality in a month in a half. I miss hanging out with the family and friends who really know and appreciate me …
July 17th can’t come soon enough. But until then, it’s back to life, back to reality …
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Taxes ...
Have you ever considered writing-off people like you write-off clothes for tax purposes? I mean, it’s really a wonderful thing when you think about it. You have a closet full of clothes that are extremely difficult to get rid of, because they hold some sort of sentimental value and you know that if you didn’t really need the space, you’d never even consider getting rid of the items. But deep down, whether you truly wish to hold on to the items of not, you realize that it’s time to move on, clear out that space, and make way for new things.
Similarly, many of us have people in our lives that need to be written-off in order to free up space within our minds. While there are those that are like a white T-shirt –good and dependable throughout the course of time, others need to be donated to society for the next person to use. It’s not that they’re completely useless and should be thrown away, but rather, they are no longer of use for the purpose that they once served in our lives. Perhaps someone else will gain something from them –quite possibly something that we never could. Perhaps someone else will use them until they find they fulfill their purpose and once again, donate that person to society. Perhaps this cycle will happen time and again. Perhaps it will happen only once. Who knows?
Unlike donated clothing, the reward won’t be anything monetary, but instead it’d likely be much needed peace-of-mind and the retention of our sanity. Donate a few shirts, write them off, and get a few bucks back. Donate a person or two, write them off, and get a portion of your sanity back. Of course writing a person off doesn’t mean that you have to stop acknowledging their presence or existence. If you recognized someone wearing a shirt that you knew for a fact was something that you donated, wouldn’t you say to yourself “Hey, that’s my shirt!” or something similar? If you see that person you donated, there’s no reason why you can’t speak to them. I mean, you used to have good times together, right? If they were difficult to part with in the first place, it’s only natural that you’d still have some affection for them.
So far in 2008, I’ve officially written off one person, but it’s beginning to look like that number will be up to three by the time taxes are due next year. While necessary, the task is never an easy one, but I’m realizing that the more difficult it is to get rid of because of my attachment to the donation, the greater the recuperation of my sanity. The task is never an easy one …
Similarly, many of us have people in our lives that need to be written-off in order to free up space within our minds. While there are those that are like a white T-shirt –good and dependable throughout the course of time, others need to be donated to society for the next person to use. It’s not that they’re completely useless and should be thrown away, but rather, they are no longer of use for the purpose that they once served in our lives. Perhaps someone else will gain something from them –quite possibly something that we never could. Perhaps someone else will use them until they find they fulfill their purpose and once again, donate that person to society. Perhaps this cycle will happen time and again. Perhaps it will happen only once. Who knows?
Unlike donated clothing, the reward won’t be anything monetary, but instead it’d likely be much needed peace-of-mind and the retention of our sanity. Donate a few shirts, write them off, and get a few bucks back. Donate a person or two, write them off, and get a portion of your sanity back. Of course writing a person off doesn’t mean that you have to stop acknowledging their presence or existence. If you recognized someone wearing a shirt that you knew for a fact was something that you donated, wouldn’t you say to yourself “Hey, that’s my shirt!” or something similar? If you see that person you donated, there’s no reason why you can’t speak to them. I mean, you used to have good times together, right? If they were difficult to part with in the first place, it’s only natural that you’d still have some affection for them.
So far in 2008, I’ve officially written off one person, but it’s beginning to look like that number will be up to three by the time taxes are due next year. While necessary, the task is never an easy one, but I’m realizing that the more difficult it is to get rid of because of my attachment to the donation, the greater the recuperation of my sanity. The task is never an easy one …
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Hypothetically
A friend of mine recently said that “People want a warm, soft lie, when they should be getting the cold, hard truth” and I find this to be true of far too many people in my life. For longer than I could remember, the cold, hard truth was what I delivered to people and whether or not I thought they could “handle” it was of no concern to me. As I matured though, it made sense that I should be aware and cautious of what I said around and to people, but now I lose sleep over unspoken thoughts and opinions and I wonder if that was the wisest choice I could have made. And I wonder, hypothetically of course, are there some things better left unsaid? Or, are there some wars worth fighting and some tears worth crying?
Recently, I’ve begun to wonder exactly why it was that I finally started to say things “tactfully” –why I replaced the cold, hard truth with warm, soft lies. I believe it was because I knew and still know that should I speak my mind to certain people, we will likely cease to remain friends. Now I wonder, if I can’t speak my mind to a friend, is the relationship even worth maintaining? More and more frequently, the answer to this recurring question has been a resounding “NO;” yet still I find myself wondering if my tact in regards to my thoughts and formerly inevitable comments are better left unsaid. And while I’m not exactly talking about having diarrhea of the mouth and saying any and every statement, ignorant or not, that develops on the tip of my tongue, I do wonder what it’d be like if I spoke my mind, completely unconcerned about another’s feelings –if I administered the cold, hard truth like I once did.
As much as I would like to reduce the extent of my care and concern for others’, I can’t deny the fact that I do indeed care and because “nothing is more conducive to peace of mind than not having an opinion,” I wish that I possessed an attitude that was truly indifferent towards all, or at least most. I want to write this or that person off. I want to verbalize the notions in my mind and if the person can’t deal with it, I want to say “screw you” for a period of time that exceeds one week. I want to voice the cold, hard truth, unconcerned with that person’s emotions. I would love to truly not care about the course of actions that one takes or the idiotic things that they might say. To be so lacking of an opinion that my mind could finally find itself capable of rest would be a welcome occurrence. I want to be indifferent so that I could speak the truth without considering the other person’s feelings, but it’s just not possible. I have an opinion and I care too much to reveal the cold, hard truth to those who need to hear it.
Perhaps I’ll one day revert to those years when I spoke the cold, hard truth, because I was unaware of the fact that emotions were involved. Only when this happens, I’ll be fully aware of the person’s emotions –I’ll just be indifferent.
Recently, I’ve begun to wonder exactly why it was that I finally started to say things “tactfully” –why I replaced the cold, hard truth with warm, soft lies. I believe it was because I knew and still know that should I speak my mind to certain people, we will likely cease to remain friends. Now I wonder, if I can’t speak my mind to a friend, is the relationship even worth maintaining? More and more frequently, the answer to this recurring question has been a resounding “NO;” yet still I find myself wondering if my tact in regards to my thoughts and formerly inevitable comments are better left unsaid. And while I’m not exactly talking about having diarrhea of the mouth and saying any and every statement, ignorant or not, that develops on the tip of my tongue, I do wonder what it’d be like if I spoke my mind, completely unconcerned about another’s feelings –if I administered the cold, hard truth like I once did.
As much as I would like to reduce the extent of my care and concern for others’, I can’t deny the fact that I do indeed care and because “nothing is more conducive to peace of mind than not having an opinion,” I wish that I possessed an attitude that was truly indifferent towards all, or at least most. I want to write this or that person off. I want to verbalize the notions in my mind and if the person can’t deal with it, I want to say “screw you” for a period of time that exceeds one week. I want to voice the cold, hard truth, unconcerned with that person’s emotions. I would love to truly not care about the course of actions that one takes or the idiotic things that they might say. To be so lacking of an opinion that my mind could finally find itself capable of rest would be a welcome occurrence. I want to be indifferent so that I could speak the truth without considering the other person’s feelings, but it’s just not possible. I have an opinion and I care too much to reveal the cold, hard truth to those who need to hear it.
Perhaps I’ll one day revert to those years when I spoke the cold, hard truth, because I was unaware of the fact that emotions were involved. Only when this happens, I’ll be fully aware of the person’s emotions –I’ll just be indifferent.
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