Patience....Patience...Patience is all I hear when It comes to men. I hate being patient, It pisses me off! why can't people just tell you how they feel and that's it, why does it always have to be a game of cat and mouse? Why can't I just be a mind reader?
Day after day women ( and by women I mean me:) over analyze and over think every gesture phrase or body movement a man they are interested in makes and they really shouldn't bother.
New rule if a guy sticks his tongue down your throat and keeps asking you out he likes you and if he doesnt he doesn't...but as a gender we really need to stop stressin over it because what they say is really true, "men our lk buses, there's a new one every fifteen minutes, and if u have really big boobs they come every 5.;)
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Friends
They say miracles happen when you least expect them...2 years ago I was at the lowest point in my life, my dreams were in the shitter, I'd set out to do something that I didn't fully acomplish, I'd moved home after having spent 5 long years in a place that i was certain would deliver on my investment but didn't.
The day I moved home I cried so hard I couldn't breathe,I was so emotional I had to leave to my favorite park to escape my parents worried stares and whispers. I thought my life was over and for the rest of my life i'd be nothing more than ordinary when in my heart I KNEW I was extraordinary.
After settling in, I found a temp job as a receptionist and for the first 3 weeks I wanted to slit my wrists. I couldnt stand the idea of asking someone younger than me if I could go pee or if I could step away. I cringed every time someone asked me to do something and I hated taking orders, it seemed unnatural. A month into my job I made a great new friend who kept my spirits up and helped me laugh away the day and encouraged me to keep following my heart.
I followed her advice and 2 months later I was at a better job with a lot more freedom and new friends. My second job seemed like a series of play dates, I spent everyday laughing and joking the day away w/ great people, they listened to my guy troubles, therapized me, worked through my neurosis and joined me in criticizing the DOUCHES! and or supervisors:) and encouraged me. For the first time in my life I didnt feel lk slitting my wrists three weeks in, the wrist slitting feelings still came, but much later and were more bearable.
Im now into my third "job" and third set of friends, Professionally I'm not where I want to be but I'm closer and Ive met some great people along the way, people so extraordinary that they take my breath away,People who I can laugh with sooo hard it makes my stomach hurt,People who care and love so hard it makes me want to care, People who I can cry with and share with without judgement. They say sometimes its not about the destination but about the journey and ive never fully agreed with that until this moment. I thank GOD the Universe whoever and whatever brought me back home because I have never been happier and never learned sooo much. The treasure u seek is truly in your backyard...Namaste...LMAO!
The day I moved home I cried so hard I couldn't breathe,I was so emotional I had to leave to my favorite park to escape my parents worried stares and whispers. I thought my life was over and for the rest of my life i'd be nothing more than ordinary when in my heart I KNEW I was extraordinary.
After settling in, I found a temp job as a receptionist and for the first 3 weeks I wanted to slit my wrists. I couldnt stand the idea of asking someone younger than me if I could go pee or if I could step away. I cringed every time someone asked me to do something and I hated taking orders, it seemed unnatural. A month into my job I made a great new friend who kept my spirits up and helped me laugh away the day and encouraged me to keep following my heart.
I followed her advice and 2 months later I was at a better job with a lot more freedom and new friends. My second job seemed like a series of play dates, I spent everyday laughing and joking the day away w/ great people, they listened to my guy troubles, therapized me, worked through my neurosis and joined me in criticizing the DOUCHES! and or supervisors:) and encouraged me. For the first time in my life I didnt feel lk slitting my wrists three weeks in, the wrist slitting feelings still came, but much later and were more bearable.
Im now into my third "job" and third set of friends, Professionally I'm not where I want to be but I'm closer and Ive met some great people along the way, people so extraordinary that they take my breath away,People who I can laugh with sooo hard it makes my stomach hurt,People who care and love so hard it makes me want to care, People who I can cry with and share with without judgement. They say sometimes its not about the destination but about the journey and ive never fully agreed with that until this moment. I thank GOD the Universe whoever and whatever brought me back home because I have never been happier and never learned sooo much. The treasure u seek is truly in your backyard...Namaste...LMAO!
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