Who are you?... Really, who are you?

"When we are stressed, fightened, worried, anxious or sad... that is when our true character comes out."

One of my friends posted this as their facebook status last week, and it really struck a cord in the back of my mind.

Who ARE we? I mean, really? Who are we?

When we see other people, all we see is who they portray themselves as. Sometimes that portrayl can be very cautiously displayed. And that portrayl will pop up when one's life is calm, controlled and collected. When things are well, our minds relax. But does that mean when our minds relax that we are more ourselves or less ourselves? One could argue both ways. I mean, when I'm relaxed, I find it easier to be myself. But I also find it easier to display the best side of me when I am relaxed. So what side am I really showing?

Secondly...
Do we really know who we are? Like a diamond with so many sides that reflect light so many different ways, our personalities sparkle in different ways depending on the light of the situation. So how can we know what aspects are true of us? I'm positive that there are things in my personality that I always am, such as patient and giving, but I'm not so sure about some sides of my personailty, such as wacky and reserved. Each side of one's personality will shine differently depending on our attitudes, our companions, and our situationss.

There are always those days you wake up, and just know that the day is going to be different. Sometimes you just reach consciousness with a different mindset, one that is either foul and 'not you', or one that is a clear shield, prepared to push through all the bullshit to get to nirvana. Your attitude is your approach to all you do, whether it's brushing your teeth or dealing with work stress. It seems our attitude towards other people/objects directly affects how we represent ourselves. Our attitude reflects different sides of our personality, such as the ugly side, or the calm and collected side. The giving and patient side will come out one day, and the wacky and outgoing side will come out the next. Either way, our attitude directly changes how we portray ourselves, and it changes from day to day.

Ever notice how with some friends, you are the quiet and reserved one, and yet with others, it is you who is knocking back the tequila while standing on the table? I do believe that our companions shape our daily personality as much as we ourselves do. I've always strived to keep relationships going that feel very giving and open, but at the same time don't portray me as something I'm not. I have many very close friends as a result. When I'm with all of these close people, I feel like myself and not a stranger. I've always strived for that in my love relationships. It's important that you feel like you are your actual self when you are with the one you love. I'm lucky enough to have that. The people we surround ourselves with will always have a direct result on who we show ourselves as.

Just like different lights and angles affect the view of a diamond, so do situations we're dropped into affect who we are displayed as. If one is dropped in a high stress, high anxiety, high fear situation, our defenses of attitude and friends are stripped away. It just leaves the core of our minds: the very centre of who we are. But if we are in a safe environment, with the mental comforts we crave, such as friends and family and some objects, there is too much static standing between who we really are and those who can see it. Some could argue that safe environment would cause us to let down our defenses, but I argue in return that having the safety there makes us cocky: we act out of who we really are because we feel secure enough to do so. That's all well and good, I suppose, as we crave that kind of freedom to be and do what we want. But likewise, I think we also crave the kind of courage to just stand alone and just be.

Imagine being stripped away of all you know and love. Imagine being stripped of your mental and physical masks. Imagine standing before your Maker with only yourself in your simplest form. Imagine being free to express yourself without fear of judgement, or hurt, or rejection. It's eternal and perfect acceptance.

That is what heaven would be like. True acceptance, perfect acceptance, eternal acceptance. Acceptance and contentment that we cannot comprehend, let alone attain on this plane of existance.

To find that true core is so hard. One does not simply throw themselves into that dire of a situations to test who they truly are at heart. To experience that physical pain, emotional hurt, and mental stress just to say we know who we really are is not what we as the human race typically seek.

So how can we find who we truly are? We need to stick by those that make us feel relaxed and like ourselves. Those friends that shape us into something we are not will not get us very far in life. We need to seek God and ask him to be our attitude through all situations. And we need to stop doing before thinking. We need to stop automatically picking up our masks and using them instead of ourselves.

Sounds hard, eh? I was thinking the same. But we need to stop feeling pressure to fit in, to ignore judgement and fear of rejection and just be ourselves.


"When we are stressed, frightened, worried, anxious, or sad... that is when our true character comes out."

So who are we really when we're scared, stressed, frightened, worried or anxious? Really, I think we're all the same. Human beings. Those that put that pressure of judgement and rejection on us are just the same as us? Human beings. Those that we're close to and love dearly? Human beings. At the very core, we're all just that: humans, with the ability to love, to show compassion, and to show pain in different and unique ways.

Bottom line is that we all need to cut the bullshit and just be ourselves. And we shouldn't have to be stressed frightened, worried, anxious or sad to show who we really are.



xo
<3

(was just some musings. don't take it too seriously)

So... It's been a while... This is awkward....

I was in the midst of serious work yesterday at my day job, when I suddenly looked up and said "Crap, I have not updated the blog in almost a month". I got a few mildly disturbed stares as I walked off to write myself a sticky note to rectify the situation.

So where have I been? Well, for a time in September I was across the pond in fabulous England on holiday. To summarize:

Yes, I had a wonderful time, thank you for asking.

No, I did not pick up the accent.

Yes, I saw London and Cambridge.

No, I did not meet the Queen and have tea with her.

Yes, I would go back again.

No, I did not drive on the other side of the road there (or drive at all) and almost kill people.

If you have the money and opportunity to go to England for a vacation, I'd highly recommend it. 10 days was not nearly enough to see everything. I'd recommend at least two weeks if you can swing it. Also, I don't recommend going if you're American. They will eat you alive (I got off okay, since I'm Canadian).

The sights are beautifully old and stately, yet homey and welcoming. The food was fantastic. Not good for me, but damn, did it taste wonderful. And the people... The people are just amazing. If there is one thing other than my boyfriend that I miss most from England, it would be the people. They're so welcoming, kind, upfront and honest, and fun to hang out with. Yes, you did get teased a bit, but you just return it in good nature. It's part of breaking the ice, really. I met many of my boyfriend's wonderful friends and family, and I miss them all dearly.

Thank goodness for Facebook, eh?

Anyways, aside from fabulous England, I've just been overwhelmingly busy with my day job. Overtime, training others, etc. And my night job is no different. Everyone expects the heroine on her toes at all times...

>_>

I'll just leave it at that.

xo <3

I found a new time-waster!

So, thanks to my internet prowess (and Facebook), I have discovered a new website with infinite time wasting potential. This site is called DearBlankPleaseBlank. People write letters dressed to whoever or whatever they want. It's very amusing, and very creative.

Some examples:

Dear Duck,

My advice? Do not cross the road, you will never hear the end of it...

Sincerely, Chicken.

Dear Old Guys,

Please quit wearing speedos to public pools.

Sincerely, For the Love of God.

Dear Bob Marley,

Thank you for not shooting me.

Sincerely, The Deputy.

Dear Once Upon A Time,

I know how you are going to end.

Sincerely, Happily Ever After.

Dear Curiosity,

You asshole.

Sincerely, Cat.

So as you can see, this website has a lot of potential to be funny. Be sure to poke around it a little and explore :)

xo <3

A visual for thought...

This video is probably the most amazing video that I have ever seen, and probably will ever see. It's moving and always brings me to tears. More than anything, it gives me peace that really does pass understanding. Please take a minute to watch it. The lyrics are here below.

Everything by Lifehouse

Find Me Here
Speak To Me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you
You are the light
That's leading me
To the place where I find peace again.

You are the strength, that keeps me walking.
You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.
You are the light to my soul.
You are my purpose...you're everything.

How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?

You calm the storms, and you give me rest.
You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall.
You steal my heart, and you take my breath away.
Would you take me in? Take me deeper now?

How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?

Cause you're all I want, You're all I need
You're everything,everything
You're all I want your all I need
You're everything, everything.
You're all I want you're all I need.
You're everything, everything
You're all I want you're all I need, you're everything, everything.

And How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?

How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?

Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?

xo <3

Weddings... they're AWESOME.

This past weekend, I had the great fortune of being bridesmaid.

*pause for the bridesmaid jokes*

Despite the jokes, it was truly an honor for me to be able to take part in such an important day with these glorious people that I love dearly. It was also very interesting to observe the human psyche on such an event. This isn't just an event of two people's lives becoming one. It's also the event of two families becoming one. So many people coming together and accepting each other for the benefit of two dearly loved people.

I'm not going to get all analytical about it. I'm just making a point. Weddings are made out to be a big deal, and they really are, but not for the stereotypical reasons that everyone automatically matches with 'The Big Day'. Weddings are often identified as expensive, excessive, and romantic; an occasion to get dressed up, get your hair and nails done, and buy those expensive shoes you've been drooling over for a month now; not to mention a good occasion to get your drink on. Although weddings are those things, they don't even begin to cover what this day is about.

A wedding is about love. Simply that. Two people joining into one life together, signifying it with a ceremony surrounded by their family and friends. It's a promise to put each other first, to always hold on, always love, and always try harder the next time. It's a promise to make their lives an example to others in the love and kindness they show each other, and a promise to open their lives and home to others. It's also a promise of family; past, present and future.

It's a huge commitment. One that I imagine I will make one day to someone I love dearly. But, for now, I'm very happy to observe someone else's union of love and know that on that very day, the world became a better place because of their union.

Congratulations Jeff and Sarah. :)

xo <3

Question...

I can't decide which is worse:

Making promises and then breaking them?

or

Not committing and refusing to promise anything?

I really can't figure it out. In this situation, I seem to be the one who encounters this battle a lot. I encounter a lot of people who promise me simple things, and then go and break it. Or, I encounter people who I know want to promise, but for whatever reasons, just don't.

I can honestly say that both hurt a lot. And it's really wearing me out. Especially when both of them present to you, and you go from the one extreme to the other. You get so... confused, misled, hurt, and broken.

Seriously, I can't decide which is worse. I would suppose the first one; but the second is also rather annoying, and in the end, rather hurtful.

Either way, I wish it would stop. People who don't keep their promises really tax my heart, because I tend to care a lot about them. They promise to care about me, and then disappear. Or, they won't even admit to caring about me.

W.

T.

F.

I just want it to be simple, for people to let go, make the choice, stand by me or not. Not jump all over the place.

Promises mean everything. But once you break them, sorry means nothing...

What happened to us?

What have we done?

How did we end up here?

We didn’t we see this coming

Suddenly we’re at the end

And it’s enough to scare me

What have we created?

What is this horror?

We made this place hell

Destroyed human kind

We’re all to blame, you know

Where will the terrible destruction end?

Will I have to tell my grandchildren what a polar bear is?

Life as we know it is gone

We need changes now

Put someone in charge to lead us now

Why is the world this way?

Why can’t we see ourselves?

We smash and burn and destroy

We demolish it like its nothing

Why can’t we stop?

Why is this lifestyle so addicting?

In our destruction, we destroy ourselves

We die and die and die some more

But yet we can’t stop

Why not? Why not?

We need a higher power

One that loves yet destroys

One to intervene into our chaos

One to put an end to this madness

One to heal our pain…

xo <3

My Psalm

How magnificent the loveliness of Your earth!

Its lands stretch forever, filled with your diverse children. Its seas abound in waves as You abound in love.

How vast is Your sky! We are so small in comparison

We cannot measure or comprehend its size.

O LORD, even to hold a paintbrush like You, I could not compare.

Your works are measureless, marvelous, fabulous, and simply fantastic.

We are lower and smaller than sheep compared to You.

We are more insignificant than a glob of clay on the potter’s floor.

But you pick us up!

You rescue us from the dust, dirt, and dryness.

You make us beautiful again, breathing life and vigor into our bodies.

You fill us up, and give use purpose.

I want to follow in Your steps, O LORD.

I want to be great, like You, for You, and with You.

But first I must walk beside You,

Follow Your teachings, and learn Your way.

I am the student to the Teacher;

The pupil to the Tutor;

The apprentice to the Master.

I want to revel in Your beauty for the rest of my days.

I want to dance in Your field of exquisiteness, and sleep in the hammock of Your serenity.

I want to leap among Your mountains like stepping stones;

And dawdle in Your seas like rain puddles.

I want to see Your face in the sunsets;

And feel Your breath in the wind.
I long to be close to You, in all I do,

And I forever want Your grace in my life.

LORD, be near to me.

Show me Your presence in my daily life, so that I might honor You.

Grant me the strength to do your will;

The knowledge to recognize Your plan;

The grace to represent You;

The patience for the trials;

And the opportunities to praise You.

Amen.

xo <3

Only a female will understand this...

So, I have very uncontrollable hair. It can be very difficult some mornings. All frizzy instead of curly, or all flat one side and poofy on the other. Any one with two X chromosomes will tell you that a tough morning with your hair can ruin your day. Also, it's very hard to find the perfect hair product to tame that uncontrollable hair.

I, however, was lucky enough to stumble upon just such a product. A curling serum so light and silky but with such great hold that I didn't think was possible.

*insert Hallelujah chorus here*

It only come in 200ml bottles, and a very little goes a long way, but I order a few bottles at a time typically. I had to order it specially through Avon, so I was always careful that when I was on the last bottle to order more.

The following is a true account of horrific proportions.

I was dealing with the hair one morning and reached for the last bottle. Recalling it was the last in my drawer, I opened up a quick email to my Avon rep (don't you love the internet?). I fired off a quick message, thinking nothing of it.

'Hey Pat! I'm almost out of the curling serum. Can you put me down for 4 bottles on your next order? Thanks!'

I went about my day as normal, until I got an email on my lunch break:

'Hey Megan. Sorry, but Avon has discontinued the curling serum. I'll ask around to see if I can find more for you, but it's not likely. I'm bummed, since I love that stuff. I'll let you know. Thanks, Pat'

What followed was the five steps of hysteria:

1) Denial. ("No effing way!!")

2) Hysterical Screaming.

3) Rocking back in forth in the corner.

4) Angry threats to no one in particular.

5) Resigned sobbing and searching online for a similar product.

Upon much digging on Pat's part, we discovered that they were 'temporarily removing' the product and 're-introducing' it in September. I rationed what little I had left and will survive until my order comes in in two weeks.

Still, this pissed me off. WHY would you discontinue a popular product with NO warning, just because you wanted to 're-introduce' it later. If I see anything in the magazine saying "Back by popular demand!" next to the curling serum, Avon's complaint department will be hearing from me. Seriously. This, was a load of cock and bull. All that hysteria for nothing.

I might snuggle a bottle when I finally do receive it, because I will be that relieved. I'm quite tired of looking like a electrified poodle.

SERIOUSLY.

xo <3

News Flash #5

So, about two blocks from my house (right along my daily route to work) is a house on a corner lot of a small subdivision. Ordinary house. Ordinary retired couple living there. Or so I thought when we moved in here years ago.

Every since, every summer season, as I drive by on my way to work, this elderly gentleman is outside on his sidewalk watching the grass grow.

Really. Watching the grass grow.

First, I should point out, no he is not looking at another person or object. He's staring straight down at the ground, eyes squinted, whilst studying each individual blade for imperfection. His pants are always hiked up to his armpits, and just fall three inches short of his brown loafers. Of course, his shirt is tucked in in a less than attractive manner.

Secondly, I should point out that he's not alone. Sometimes, there is a rake in one hand. Other days, there is a spray bottle of weed killer. And on those desperate days, it's the garden hose.

But, to the man's credit, he does have a damn good looking lawn. I suppose lawns grow better and greener when someone stares critically all day long. Seems like a lot of pressure. I'd probably crack if someone stared at me all day.

Lastly, I should point out that although the man looks ridiculously funny and I have ripped him apart here, it's very...comfortable... for me to see him on my way back and forth. Once, while there was construction being done on the road, I hit a harsh bump and pulled over near his house to make sure there was no serious damage. He set aside his bottle of weed spray, came over and said hello, and then looked himself. He said it looked okay and suggested that I reserve my Evil Knievel stunts for the track.

Made. My. Day.

Now, when I drive by and he breaks his death stare from the grass, he will wave to me and I'll wave back. I call him my Grass-Nazi-Man, or GNM for short. I'd miss him if he didn't obsess over his lawn all day.

xo klaterbye <3

The Praying Hands.

Around 1490 two young friends, Albrecht Durer and Franz Knigstein, were struggling young artists. Since both were poor, they worked to support themseleves while they studied art.

Work took so much of their time and advancement was slow. Finally, they reached an agreement: The would draw lots, and one of them would work to support both of them while the other would study art. Albrect won and began to study, while Franz worked at hard labour to suppor them. They agreed that when Albrecht was successful he would support Franz who would then study art.

Albrecht went off to the cities of Europe to study. As the world now knows, he had not only talent but genius. When he had attained succss, he went back to keep his bargain with Franz. But Albrecht soon discovered the enormous price his friend had paid. For as Franz worked at hard manual labour to support his friend, his fingers had become stiff and twisted. His slender, sensitive hands had been ruined for life. He could no longer execute the delicate brush strokes necessary to fine painting. Though his artistic dreams could never be realized, he was not embittered but rather rejoiced in his friend's success.

One day Durer came upon his friend unexpectedly and found him kneeling with his gnarled hands intertwined in prayer, quietly praying for the success of his friend although he himself could no longer be an artist. Albrecht Durer, the great genius, hurriedly sketched the folded hands of his faithful friend and later completed a truly great masterpiece known as 'The Praying Hands'.

Today art galleries everywhere feature Albrecht Durer's works, and this particular masterpiece tells an eloquent story of love, sacrifice, labor and gratitude.

News Flash #4 (The indignity!)

So, the other day, my boyfriend had the nerve to insult my beautiful car and my driving skills. It was a darn good thing he was far away, or else I might have attempted to tickle him to death.

Someone should point out the following to him:

1) My car gets more hugs and kisses than he does (it's a long distance relationship).

2) My car has more pet names of affection than he does.

3) I've been driving five years. He's been driving... zero.

4) We live in two different countries. What's bad to him must actually be pretty decent in this country.

5) I cannot WAIT to teach him winter driving in 3 feet of Canadian snow next winter. We'll see who's a good driver then, won't we?!

Just kidding. I love you, ca- I mean boyfriend.

XD

xo <3

News Flash #3

The following is a painfully true story.

(Scene: I am talking on the phone with a client, booking the patient at my elbow in the schedule, typing an email to my boss on a work related question, printing an invoice for the patient on the phone, and sorting through a pile of charts on my desk for another coworker. Annoying Co-Worker #1 is standing beside my (<--- note: MINE) desk, reading a single page document to himself. Yes, out loud, mumbling it to himself.)

*Background noises: Various people chatting, my two awesome coworkers behind me also talking with clients and working hard*

Me: "Yes, I can book you for that time Mrs. Smith. Did you need a reminder card for your appointment? You do? Okay, one second please... Yes, Mr Johnson, I just printed your invoice and I'll be mailing it to you. New address? Okay, go ahead..."

Annoying Co-Worker # 1: "Could you (as in, all three of us) keep it down? I can barely hear myself think and I need to focus."

*Stunned silence as three of us stop working to stare at him in complete disbelief*

Me: "You know, Annoying Co-Worker #1, we're trying really hard to handle the influx of patients currently in the clinic, and since you are hovering over our desks reading, perhaps you should move to another part of the clinic - your desk, for example- because I do not believe we can talk any quieter than we already are."

*Of course, as soon as I open my mouth, he's already walking away and I need to raise my voice to make sure the message is heard as he shuffles away*

*more staring in complete disbelief and thought of throwing heavy objects at Annoying Co-Worker #1 continues*

*slowly, work starts up again, and productivity returns*

The End.

Exaggerated? My response only. I just mumbled a few choice thoughts and ignored him. I sincerely doubt anyone else really took notice of this idiocy.

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One thought: Why me?

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xthnxbai

News Flash #2 (Who wants to join?!)

Take a quick look in your Windows Media Player or iTunes.

How many "Unknown Songs", "Unknown Album", "Unknown Artist"s are there in there?

That's what I thought.

So... Who wants to join my band? It's called "Unknown Artist". First album will be titled "Unknown Album" (big surprise here). I'm not going to sing, drum, or play an instrument. I'll manage the band and be the cool frontman. Song titles will include "Song 001", "Unknown Song", "543123467254" and "Unknown_Artist_Song_99"

You'll all be my bitches.

Mwahahaha.

...

Message me to audition.

kthnxbai

Idiocy. It's a disease and it's spreading.

Do you ever feel like you're surrounded by complete and utter idiocy?

I'm having one of those days where I'm almost positive it could be labelled a disease. I'm tempted to go to the World Health Organization with this blog post as proof.

Disease Name: Infecitous Idiocious

Symptoms: Moronic babbling, spells of cluelessness, horrific B.O., inability to think about one's actions, toxic spittle that covers everything.

Description: Infected victims have a hard time thinking before they act. They lack the inability to see the uselessness of their actions. They'll do or say the same ridiculous thing over and over again, to no avail, only succeeding in annoying those present.

Their horrific B.O. and toxic spittle settle on all those within a 5 foot radius. Those found within that radius are significantly horrified, discussed, and annoyed. Those around the victim feel that only by scrubbing themselves with bleach will they ever be clean of this horrific feeling.

The victims' clueless moments blur together, jumping from one obscure and pointless conversation topic to another. When asked a direct question, victims of Infecitous Idiocious will never answer directly, instead moving onto another topic and giving an irrelevant answer.

Victims will also babble endlessly, thinking they know everything about what they're talking about. They believe they know better than everyone else, and must teach the world why they're right.

See?! A cure must be found for this horrific ailment. I should point out that this hideous disease affects every single office environment (there's one in every bunch, am I right?). W.H.O., please reconsider this psychological warfare.

News Flash #1

Dear random cyclist I passed on my way to work yesterday;

No matter how much you may think so, matching a blue plaid hat and a very different blue plaid shirt does not work. Ever. Even if they were the absolute same fabric, you'd still like an even bigger chav than you already do.

kthxbai.

Just a little song I picked out...

This song always strikes me. I can't explain it, but it makes me so sad, yet so comforted.

I will never be the same again

I will never be the same again,
I can never return, I've closed the door.
I will walk apart, I'll run the race
And I will never be the same again.

I will never be the same again,
I can never return, I've closed the door.
I will walk apart, I'll run the race
And I will never be the same again.

Fall like fire, soak like rain,
Flow like mighty waters, again and again.
Sweep away the darkness, burn away the chaff,
And let a flame burn to glorify Your name.

There are higher heights, there are deeper seas,
Whatever you need to do, Lord do in me.
The Glory of God fills my life,
And I will never be the same again.

Fall like fire, soak like rain,
Flow like mighty waters, again and again.
Sweep aways the darkness, burn away the chaff
And let a flame burn to glorify Your name.

Fall like fire, soak like rain,
Flow like mighty waters, again and again.
Sweep away the darkness, burn away the chaff,
And let a flame burn to glorify Your name.

I will never be the same again,
I can never return, I've closed the door.
I will walk the path, I will run the race
And I will never be the same again.
And I will never be the same again.
And I will never be the same again.

xo <3

Summer. It's glorious.

There truly is no more beautiful time of year than the season of summer.

In my country, the grass turns from that beautiful spring green into the half-green half-yellow summer stage, due to lack of rain. Flowers flourish despite the lack of rain, and likewise vegetables grow abundant. The lake waters warm barely enough to make swimming less suicidal, and everyone is at the beach getting their yearly dose of melanoma.

I find myself appreciating it more this year. But every minute outside feeling the warm sun on my skin seems precious and rare. That probably comes from working in a basement for 43+ hours over six days and not actually seeing daylight very often.

But just the same, this season makes me very aware of how blessed I am to live in a place that allows leisure time (albeit minimal some weeks). My life is very good, although I find many things to be sarcastic and whinny over, and I thank God everyday for blessing me with what I have: a home, a job, a patio with cold alcoholic beverages, and an abundance of people to share my life with.

I've also come to appreciate the delicateness yet strength that is nature and God's creation. Have you ever stood in a huge field and looked at a single petal of a flower, under a magnifying glass or with your sunglass-clad eyes, to see the glorious detail that is in it? One simple flower petal. So incredibly small and insignificant in this huge massive globe. And yet God made it just for that flower, for that field. For that lot. For that street. For that neighborhood, of this city. Of this province, of this country. Of this continent, of this globe. Or, I should say... HIS globe.

Pretty damn awesome, if you ask me.

Summer truly is a glorious time.

xo <3

Life is so fragile

Life is so fragile

Life is so fragile.
Life change in an instance, for the good and for the worse.
Lives end, lives begin.

Time is so precious.
Time flies past us like we're standing outside ourselves, watching.
Time is always in short supply.

Love is so strong.
Love stays constant through the good, the bad, and the ugly.
Love is ALWAYS there.

We may be fragile, but we are precious. And when the hourglass tips, we WILL be strong.

xo <3

What is Casual Blues and Streaking Yellows?

Some days you are blue like the bottom of the sea. And other days, you're streaking across the sky like the sun. For every other day, there is this...

The above says it all. Let's face it: our lives imitate a wave. We sometimes ride the tide, or get sucked into the undertoe. We have bad days, good days, and days that we just exist in neutral. For those days, and everything in between, I've made this blog.

What is this? It's Casual Blues and Streaking Yellows. A blog page. On your computer. On the internet. On the planet EARTH. Get with the program already.

Who am I? That's a good question. If I find out, I shall let you know.

Why am I doing this? That is also a good question, and one that I actually know an answer to. The answer is because I bloody well can, and if you don't like it, too damn bad. Just like you, I get the casual blues and the streaking yellows. So I made this blog to write about my unique life journey.

Every moron has a blog. What makes you differnt? Yes, I am well aware that every idiot with highspeed has a blog, and is giving their piece of shit opinion on it right now. You could very well go listen to some hick's rant about gun control instead of reading this. Feel free to do so. This isn't here for your benefit. I don't claim to be an expert on ANYTHING I write about. I am not the head cheese of knowledge in one area of pop culture, or for that matter, in ANY area of pop culture. I am simply writing what I want, and posting it online for shits and giggles. Some weeks, it might be a short story, or a poem. Other weeks, it'll be a rant about stupid people and stupid world politics. Whatever it may be, feel free to drop an opinion on it in the comments section. Or, share your own experience/related story and feel superior for a moment.

When will there be blogs posted? Weekly? Daily? Monthly? Whenever I can be arsed, really. But I can almost PROMISE it will not be daily. I don't have that kind of attention span. Moreso, I don't have enough topic to write about. Seriously. I'm actually a pretty basic person. This is more for mental rambling than adding anything creative to the interwebz.

So there you have it. It's a blog. Deal with it.

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