I’m going to start off by saying SMFH ::and breath::
I find myself at the forefront of a situation that shouldn't’t be a situation, but is a situation SIMPLY BECAUSE I made a poor choice over the summer. Not everything that glitters is gold my friends. Lesson learned.
And so here I am, torn really. Why? Because the mature MisUnderstood that rose like a phoenix back in 07’ wants to take the high road. And on behalf of that side of me I write:
I don’t have time for drama. The last time I dealt with it I was still and undergrad with my heart on my sleeves, blinded by what I thought was love. Life is made complicated by individuals that don’t have much significance in their daily routines. So when one small thing presents itself they rather magnify it by a million so that others that DO have things going on in their lives turn around and say “oh poor you”. I learned in 07’ that when you make yourself out to be the victim all the time, people start to get tired of it. And so, as I’ve mentioned before: Drama likes company; and I’m just not taking that empty seat on the couch. If I feed into drama I lose focus of my happiness. And after years of looking for it, I refuse to give it up so easily. With that said I’ll turn the other cheek and follow the yellow brick road.
However, it really isn’t fair to let one side speak and the other hush, and so the 12 year old that got bullied for not speaking English well and for wearing high water windbreakers—whom also had to learn to reinvent herself and be a little tougher so that people didn’t chop her down with words would like to say:
I truly dislike people that act like a little btch. Especially men. I hate it when I am genuinely speaking to someone about a touchy issue in a politically correct matter and they go running with scissors. Blow it up and make posters out of it with my face and a HERE’S THE BTCH sign under it. Makes me scratch my hair and turn my head side ways. Really? Did that just happen? ::Looks around the room:: What adds fuel to the fire is when friends get involved. I happen to have a group of friends that won’t get involved unless you tap the mat and ask for a life saver—we try to fight our own battles first and then proceed. Never have I sent a friend of mine to attack someone else say… on their facebook wall..because really--- how immature is that? SMFH.
I find myself at the forefront of a situation that shouldn't’t be a situation, but is a situation SIMPLY BECAUSE I made a poor choice over the summer. Not everything that glitters is gold my friends. Lesson learned.
And so here I am, torn really. Why? Because the mature MisUnderstood that rose like a phoenix back in 07’ wants to take the high road. And on behalf of that side of me I write:
I don’t have time for drama. The last time I dealt with it I was still and undergrad with my heart on my sleeves, blinded by what I thought was love. Life is made complicated by individuals that don’t have much significance in their daily routines. So when one small thing presents itself they rather magnify it by a million so that others that DO have things going on in their lives turn around and say “oh poor you”. I learned in 07’ that when you make yourself out to be the victim all the time, people start to get tired of it. And so, as I’ve mentioned before: Drama likes company; and I’m just not taking that empty seat on the couch. If I feed into drama I lose focus of my happiness. And after years of looking for it, I refuse to give it up so easily. With that said I’ll turn the other cheek and follow the yellow brick road.
However, it really isn’t fair to let one side speak and the other hush, and so the 12 year old that got bullied for not speaking English well and for wearing high water windbreakers—whom also had to learn to reinvent herself and be a little tougher so that people didn’t chop her down with words would like to say:
I truly dislike people that act like a little btch. Especially men. I hate it when I am genuinely speaking to someone about a touchy issue in a politically correct matter and they go running with scissors. Blow it up and make posters out of it with my face and a HERE’S THE BTCH sign under it. Makes me scratch my hair and turn my head side ways. Really? Did that just happen? ::Looks around the room:: What adds fuel to the fire is when friends get involved. I happen to have a group of friends that won’t get involved unless you tap the mat and ask for a life saver—we try to fight our own battles first and then proceed. Never have I sent a friend of mine to attack someone else say… on their facebook wall..because really--- how immature is that? SMFH.
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And so… If you mix some of MisUnderstood 07 + Young bullied girl+ 2010 on the horizon you get:
Why did I give this so much importancia? 1. Because I am human 2. Because I am a female and 3. Because when I am feeling any type of way I like to let it out through writing. So that when and if I feel this way again I can back track-read-and move on. Writing is extremely therapeutic for me, its better than pair of ears since it’s as if you’re talking to yourself (and sometimes you’re the only person who understands). And so in the battle of taking the high road vs. letting the bitch be unleashed—the high road wins. I was upset for the 30 seconds it took me to write the paragraph above, and not just because of the ignorant bs which was at the forefront of it all- but rather at the fact that I felt bad/guilty for the situation… mean while that empathy was not even necessary nor deserved. And now all that energy is gone, sent back into the universe….hopefully it doesn’t land in anyone’s mouth.
See, the thing is I can’t let my feelings be bottled up—especially when I know how it feels to be on an emotional ride by myself (toots the horn). I think Diddy had it right when he coined “NO BITCHASSNESS”--- someone should bring that back. Age isn’t a state of mind, it doesn’t determine maturity, but it sure looks bad when you’re old and acting like a child. Lesson learned.
Live. Laugh. Love--- and GROW.
FanStar
Like a Pheonix. I rise. 2010.
And so… If you mix some of MisUnderstood 07 + Young bullied girl+ 2010 on the horizon you get:
Why did I give this so much importancia? 1. Because I am human 2. Because I am a female and 3. Because when I am feeling any type of way I like to let it out through writing. So that when and if I feel this way again I can back track-read-and move on. Writing is extremely therapeutic for me, its better than pair of ears since it’s as if you’re talking to yourself (and sometimes you’re the only person who understands). And so in the battle of taking the high road vs. letting the bitch be unleashed—the high road wins. I was upset for the 30 seconds it took me to write the paragraph above, and not just because of the ignorant bs which was at the forefront of it all- but rather at the fact that I felt bad/guilty for the situation… mean while that empathy was not even necessary nor deserved. And now all that energy is gone, sent back into the universe….hopefully it doesn’t land in anyone’s mouth.
See, the thing is I can’t let my feelings be bottled up—especially when I know how it feels to be on an emotional ride by myself (toots the horn). I think Diddy had it right when he coined “NO BITCHASSNESS”--- someone should bring that back. Age isn’t a state of mind, it doesn’t determine maturity, but it sure looks bad when you’re old and acting like a child. Lesson learned.
Live. Laugh. Love--- and GROW.
FanStar
Like a Pheonix. I rise. 2010.
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