What I cannot understand is why things must be done in the hardest manner possible. There are so many ways we can handle situations we are in, as opposed to making them become more problematic. That only seems to take up more of our precious time, and who has time for all that mess?
I know people exist that do this only to annoy the other party involved, but we all know that this simply shows their immaturity. The sad fact is that most of the time, there is really nothing we can do about it. If only the laws could be more defined to work against the stupid and stubborn, then drawn up to cause more strife then salvation.
It is a challenge, but I vow to do my best to avoid as much of these negative conflicts possible. I know I won't be able to prevent much, but I also know that by keeping "bad" friends at a close distance, will help to decrease the chances of falling into any devious plots they may possibly have for me. I may seem to be blowing this all out proportion, trust me, if you've been in similar situations, I KNOW you understand where I'm coming from.
Just venting....

There are many places in the world you expect to find hateful people. You can walk into a supermarket and have the select few that give you the and the checkers that throw your groceries around. You can go to a bar or club and have those haters looking at you like you think you're all that, even if you don't. You can go to a park with your own kids and have some people there look at you like you don't belong, even though you're just as much a mom or dad as they are. No matter where you go, there always seems to be far too many people judging you in such a negative way.

It took me quite some time, but I finally stopped letting it bother me so much with strangers. I mostly don't care what people think, but few people's opinions do make me feel a bit uncomfortable. Almost naked, really.  I've accepted that many women are going to hate in my direction for whatever their self-conscious reason of themselves are, and accepted that some men will stare a little longer then they should, finding a reason to pass me several times as long as I'm there. What I can't accept is the belief or the feeling that there is hate, jealousy or envy coming my way from anyone who is related to me. That's a little harder for me to swallow. I have  raised my children to believe that it's okay to steer clear of those who are bad for you, or pull away from them whether or not they are family. I have tried to explain to them that though you should love your family, you also don't need to welcome them around, if they have set out to cause you harm in any way. I've even told them that though they are my children, and I will always love them, not to take me for granted or advantage of my love by doing me wrong. There is always a best way to handle a situation and the only way to get there is to communicate without hate in your heart.

It's unfortunate how many people I have met that have had to let go of their own family, even some, their own children. Truth is, if it is necessary, that's just what we must do. I only hope that the day never comes that I ever have to make such a decision. If you have ever found yourself having to do it yourself, I do sympathize for you. I know that sometimes that can be hard. At the same time, I also know that it can be easy. It just depends on the situation and the feelings you have for that person. I wish you all well in your lives and peace in your hearts. Happiness will surely exist as long as we have the love from anyone who truly cares for us...

*AestheticallyCraved

To all the puppets with puppet masters:

As a child we are prompted on how to talk, act, what to like, and so on. As we near teenage years, we've  developed our personalities with strong opinions, preferences of clothes to wear, friends and our interests. What is annoying is to become an adult and throughout life, still having your parents prompting you on what to do. Telling you what is right or what mistakes your making. Even when the choices you make aren't necessarily mistakes. They are merely your preferences to what will make you happy in life. I absolutely detest the many people that have come into my life, treating me as if I have no knowledge and experience of things that they are usually wrong about.  We all make mistakes and bad decisions in our lives, but they should be ours to make. I'd rather make these mistakes and only have myself to blame, then to kick myself for having to suffer consequences of someone else's decision. It's also become apparent that when I live life the way other people see fit for me, I am usually miserable. Friends, Family, and acquaintances alike should spend more time being supportive and optimistic then pessimistic and judgmental. Besides, don't some of us spend enough time being pessimistic ourselves? I know I certainly need people in my life to help steer me towards optimism. It is what I truly desire. In all the confusion of others' opinions, I wonder often....When will my life belong to me?

Glad you listened,

BLOG-ERELLA

To the One Who Will Complete me,

    Sometimes, I waste my time thinking of all the little things I could do to make me "beautiful." Painting my nails, (even the ones on my toes) what color lip gloss to wear, which colors look best against my skin, Which heels would look cutest, the best accessories from earrings to rings and sometimes anklets (if my shoes don't have a strap on it.) This is what I do, not just for you, but for me too.  I put on my best smile when I leave the house in wonder if this will be the day we meet.  Then realize after so much time of being out, how hard it really is for me to hold my smile.
Sometimes, I struggle to hold it until I sleep or at least until no one can see it drop. Other times, I give in to the heaviness that weighs on my face from forcing it and just let go. I wonder often what it is that will make me happy. There are so many things that can bring me moments of joy, moments that make me feel glad to be alive. It never seems to be enough. It's like roaming this place alone is killing me slowly. I often want to curl up in fetal, and just be left alone, as that is how I feel anyway. There is someone out there to complete me. I know you are out there, but I have almost lost hope of that belief. I don't like this feeling of "incomplete." I feel awful and guilty to think that way, but cannot help it, cannot stop myself from those thoughts. I want so much to be complete....

Hopelessly Lost In The Idea of You,


Suzy

*AestheticallyCraved