You told me a secret and you had a plan for overcoming that secret. The secret was embarrassing and the plan failed. Why you have blocked me out is a wonder since you know I would have done anything to support and help you. I'm frustrated and hurt by your attitude, especially when one day you will waltz in and act like nothing has happened and I'll cave to your charms because I'm a sucker.
You've chosen your friends over your family. We're cool with that. Even when these very precious friends rotate out of your life and you have new ones every 5 years or so. Just remember, we've never rotated out of your life no matter how shitty you've treated us.
The secrets you keep & skeletons in your closet are what warps you into the angry monster you have become.
Your guilt is for good reason. Karma is your future & our dream is done.
I left Physical Graffiti playing when I left for work last night. When I returned 8+ hrs. later the disc was skipping on Kashmir. Was I perhaps channeling the Hong Kong police band?
Can manage as a B student easily. Can not for the life of me think or speak in front of entire class.. but is massively required by nearly all my classes. It's a hinder and I've been working on it for years.. but still, nothing comes up. I am marred by this and drop down to a C or C- just because I can't say a few sentences every discussion. Really.. crap.
I've just learned that my hearing loss is a tad over the municipal policing and RCMP basic requirements. There goes that dream.
As a young student, perhaps in middle school or high school I remember the question of what I wanted to DO with my life coming up. Do I want to be a doctor? An engineer? A police officer? I remember having vague ideas of what these careers earn. But no, I wanted to be an artist. I would be fine with little $. What they don't tell you though is it isn't just you! Soon you're 36, and your parents are old and they didn't save properly and you have a mentally unstable serial birther sister draining their finances and you have no idea how you're going to keep EVERYONE from the streets when no one dissuaded you from idiotically going into the arts. So you have to hide out on the other side of the world and never discuss money so everyone assumes you're poor or else you'll have to support them.
Its the lights and the xmas music and the food, some sort of yummy special supper, delish desserts.. Oh Ya
The most important part, the caring in people's hearts.
Its just a magical time of the year.
People just seem happier, humming christmas songs, holding the door for someone behind you, maybe saying hello to a stranger and theres more giving too because not everyone has the perfect xmas scenario set up. You do what you can to make it special, feel good about that. So Share and Love Large!
Maybe my Christmas Miracle will finally happen this year.
Maybe Everyone's will.
Oh and its not about the presents! Remember That Too!
Santa Knows :)
I almost have my dream job. I consider a dream job to be something that I’m good at, I enjoy, pays enough and that helps others. My work is emotionally fulfilling and delightful most days. It took me many years to develop my skills to the point of being excellent at what I do. But...it doesn’t pay me enough to live in this crazy ass city. It pays fairly decently and that’s what bothers me so much. I’m racking my brain as to how I can stay here and do the work. I don’t want to give up the one job I’ve ever liked and that I’m good at. I think I’ll figure it out but it’s been making me feel really depressed. I’m trying not to let it.
When I’m on the bus I want to look out the window. Now they have these advertisements all over!!! And when i do look out, the blurry dots hurt my eyes. Who at Translink thought this would be a good idea? I don’t want to be on my phone, I want to look at what’s going on out there.