Do as you say
Anyone can churn out words effortlessly in order to impress those around them with half a brain. It takes a lot more than that for others.
I have always been a fan of the saying actions speak louder than words, despite the over-use of the phrase. I find that sometimes my words are mean, brutal, and perhaps too honest. But anyone that is my friend knows how truly I love them just by my actions alone.
I find I am running into a lot of bullshitters and I much rather not associate with any of them. If you are going to say one thing to me and behave entirely in the opposite, expect me to call you out on it and expect me not to put up with it. Respect me enough to not treat me as though I have just half a brain and shoot it to me straight. I’m a big girl, I don’t need sugarcoating.
People have told me that I am too intense or too honest. But how much time is wasted and how much mis-communication occurs because people are too pansy to say what they really mean or what they really want? I am frankly tired of beating around the bush and doing an embarassing passive-aggressive dance.
No one can accuse you of toying with their emotions if you just come right out and say what you want to say.
To all those out there - that are passive-aggressive or are bullshitters, just respect the people around you enough to
1) Do as you say
2) Just be direct and come right out with exactly what it is you really want
If you can’t do that. Then you probably shouldn’t try to get involved with another person until you get your shit straightened out.
Finding me again
Some people deserve an explanation, others don’t.
You are one of the ones that don’t.
I’m disappointed in myself but I will limit my dwelling to a few days. After that, it’s me brand new again.
Tired of getting lost and wrapped up in such superficial things, tired of allocating so much energy to something that means nothing in the whole scheme of my life.
I wanted to explain to you, connect, let you know how it was I was feeling. You didn’t care. This is where I step away.
reunited
I decided that my motivation behind wanting to attend my high school reunion is completely selfish (as most of the motivation for my other decisions are).
But mostly because I feel I am one of a few people that have not ballooned to mammoth size, still not married and still do not have kids running around.
To me this is a feat. To others they might pity me. But my comfort comes from knowing that I can up and move where ever I want, travel, not have to worry about my expenses to save for the kid we are trying to have.
It’s called freedom.
At 27 I never been happier single. I never felt more like me, I never felt more comfortable with who I am. Those lonely nights watching those cheesy couply movies make me tear up and then I go home to my dog and curse him, but after that moment has passed I am enthralled again with life.
It’s been 10 years since I graduated highschool, most people have left, most have babies, most married people they went to highschool with, which if you went to my highschool you would quickly write off any of them as potential mates.
I have lost weight, cut my hair and discovered acne cream. Now all I have to do is get the hell out of DFW.
I freakin’ love music
Been working on a playlist, will be bound to change but for now enjoy!
I’m the real Dane Cook yo.
I’m not going to pretend that I watched the movie, I just understand the synopsis. Had I actually seen the movie, I probably wouldnt admit to it still.
But in Good Luck Chuck, apparently Dane Cook sexes up ladies and then they get hitched shortly after.
I feel my own version of the movie unraveling except - I lack the Dane Cookesque appeal and of course I am not sexing up any men or any ladies.
Perhaps I just am running into men that are constantly throwing darts at an imaginary dartboard of relationships. Maybe we are coming into a new age where men seem more like the propellers of relationships and women less so.
At least in my flock of very available attractive single fems in their 20’s I find that though all of us want that ooey gooey mushy stuff, we can only stomach it for as long as a commercial break. We mainly just want the copulating, maybe some cuddle, but definitely the coital. Meet the Kittehs in the Citeh. We don’t like the fuss, we don’t like the emotional drain and we don’t like the games. Most of us flinch at the idea of a relationship and when a guy is interested in us, we find ourselves running away.
I was told that perhaps I am too intense and as a result all others pale in intrigue and lack that vigor that I find myself drawn to. I really just think that people are mainly just boring, not boring but we are all self absorbed.
A few times now I have met someone, went out a handful of times or perhaps just one time and then weeks later they are suddenly amidst a relationship.
I think to myself, whoa nelly that kid works at super speeds and other times I think, was this gentlemen charming me while he was charming someone else in the background? Regardless I obviously wasn’t drawn to them or they to me or I would have been the bulls eye.
This coincides with a cheesy article one of my friends stumbled upon, or maybe she was searching for cities to live in for singles. Either way - it feels everyone is looking for something. Maybe going out with me brings you that one step closer to finding your bulls eye.
I’m available during the week. My weekends are saved for the city.
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