“I’m trying to figure you out.” Says my new friend. How do I explain to a teenager without over-explaining and trying to keep it PG? I’m not anything special to figure out. If I’m supposed to be figured out, no one has yet! Haha! I don’t think people are things to figure out. I do… Continue reading Love & Other…Stuff
I think as children a majority of us were taught to just “suck it up”. To keep a “stiff upper lip” and all that instead of learning how to express with and deal with our emotions in a healthy manner. I think it’s important even as an adult to be able to sit for a… Continue reading Masking Emotions
People can talk and talk about weight and what’s considered fat/skinny and everyone will argue and hate you and I don’t even want to go there. But if it’s a HEALTH issue my stupid brain can’t help but butt in. And usually a complete stranger with a stick up their butt is the one to… Continue reading Why I Hate Talking about Weight
I feel like I’m dying inside. There have been times in my life where I feel I’ve somehow escaped death. I’m not really talking about times where you got scared for a moment when you slip. But if you’ve seen movies like “Final Destination”, people can for sure die from crazy accidents. Thinking about that… Continue reading Near Death Experiences, Purpose & A Smidge of Religion
There are certainly different kinds of respect. Or what you think of as respect. Respect can come from wealth, money, or power–and yah that kind of respect can be nice. There is the respect that comes with authority; whether a business or in a family setting. Respect should definitely go along with love. But what… Continue reading Respect and Dreams
I’ll tell you. I’m not sure if you guys can tell but I am a pretty open person. At least I try to be. In the past it could come back to bit me in the butt. So I had decided to keep things to myself more often, even if it eats me up inside… Continue reading What’s Stress Got To Do With It?
Notes: How can I explain my feelings correctly about this post from 2010? I had about three bad experiences in a row. I was really, really, really upset. I was about done with the whole mess. Possibly joining a convent or going to live in a cave. I cleaned up the language for you and… Continue reading Dating, Convent Or Cave?