July 12, 2012

• Sorry for party rocking

  

  That’s what innocence is, you know? A blissful oblivion of what’s coming, of what you’ll lose and what you’ll gain, and what kind of person you’ll grow up to be.

  

  

  

  

  

  Contrary to what the cynics say, distance is not for the fearful. It’s for the bold. It’s for those willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the one they love. It’s for those knowing a good thing when they see it. Even if they don’t see it nearly enough.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Sometimes you just need to be alone. Sometimes not even your best friend needs to know. Sometimes you need to put up the walls so you can examine yourself in the peace and quiet. Sometimes the loud sounds need to fade away, leaving only the silence and you.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  And something has to be right about us being together because if it wasn’t, I don’t think I would feel the way I do when you kiss me.

  

  

  

  

  

   

  That’s it, I’m done. I’m tired of being your second best. Or third. Or fourth. Or fifth. You’re my best friend. You mean the world to me, and I mean shit to you. One day, you’ll look back and regret how you acted towards me, bitch, cause no one wil be there for you like I was.

  

  

  

  

  

  Here’s a toast. To the good days, the better friends. The ones that you just can’t live without. The people that have taught you how to party. How to live. How to have a good time just sitting around. Here are to the people that no matter how bad things seem, are going to be there for you. To lean back on and catch you if you fall.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

   

  I saw you today and realized how far apart we’ve grown. I know I should talk to you and ask you how you’re doing. And I really wish I could. But it’s just occurred to me that we’re strangers now. You don’t know me anymore, much less want to, and it’s okay that you’ve moved on. I know that everything’s different now. I’ve been staying strong.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

   

  Ladies, let me give you some advice. You can throw all your stupid fucking chick-lit, self-help, why-doesn’t-he-love-me books out, because this is all you need to know: Men will treat you the way you let them. There is no such thing as “deserving” respect; you get what you demand from people.. if you demand respect, he will either respect you or he won’t associate with you. It really is that simple.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  There is a prayer intended to give strength to people faced with circumstances they don’t want to accept. The power of the prayer comes from its insight into human nature. Because so many of us rage against the hand life has dealt us. Because so many of us are cowards and afraid to stand up for what is right. Because so many of us give into despair when faced with an impossible choice. The good news for those who utter those words is God will hear you and answer your prayer. The bad news is that sometimes the answer is no.

  

  

  

  

  

  

   

  Someone will always be prettier. They will always be smarter. Their house will always be bigger. They will drive a better car. Their children will do better in school, and their husbands will fix more things about the house. So let it go, and love yourself and your circumstances. Think about it: the prettiest women in the world have turmoil in their house, and the highly favoured woman at your job may be unable to have children. And the richest woman you know, she’s got the car, the house, the clothes – might be lonely. And the world says “if I have no love, I am nothing.” So again, love who you are. Look in the mirror in the morning and smile and say “I am blessed to be stressed and too anointed to be disappointed. Winners make things happen; losers let things happen.

  

  

  

  

  

  

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