A dumb girl, a rant and a cesored letter.

Dear DG (Dumb Girl),

Let’s keep this short and to the point. You’re a moron in the truest sense of the word. It also appears that you’re incapable of handling the stress of leading a full and normal life. Stop bitching about how tired you are, how difficult everything is, and how you can’t seem to find the time for some of the simplest tasks. That’s life. Suck it up and shut up.

Thanks,
Pissed Off In Ontario

PS. You’ve irritated me with your recent postings so much so that this is the nice version of my rant. It’s been censored, and rewritten twice.

Censorship

Over the years I’ve had several Scarlet Blogs, for lack of a better term. Blogs that I don’t tell my friends about and are really meant for me to vent some pent up emotions about some very personal matters. Sometimes it’s about what’s going on with my family (things that are not common knowledge), and sometimes it’s just about me venting on how frustrated my friends can make me. And let’s face it people. Even our closest friends will frustrate and annoy you at some point or another. If you say otherwise you’re lying, or your friends are figments of your imagination.

And that’s really what’s been getting to me lately. Having to rewrite posts so as not to offend anyone, and sometimes just not writing a post at all since it may upset people.

I know that I’m not alone in this. I just had the same conversation with Theresa, and her censoring her blog content because people at her work read it.

So here’s my question to the few readers that come here. Do you find yourself censoring your own blog and it’s content? How do you get around it? And how can a blog be a true expression of one’s thoughts and feelings if we’re not always being honest with our material? Isn’t that just doing a disservice to ones self?

Dreamer and Uninspired

Palmer: Okay… I’ve found my other pocket. Now you listen to me, this is your last chance. I have a certified check for $100,000… and if you take this offer I’ll give your dad his job back.

Cale Crane: [Cale takes the check and looks back at her dad] Dad?

Ben Crane: If it was me I’d tell him to take his money and his empty trailer and get the hell off our farm. But… that’s just me…

Cale Crane: So you’re running the big colt Goliath’s Boy in the classic?

Palmer: That’s right. Goliath’s Boy is the favorite. And when he wins the cup it’ll be my fifth horse of the year.

Cale Crane: You think Goliath’s Boy remembers what Sonya’s butt looks like?

Palmer: Why?

Cale Crane: That’s all he’s gonna be seeing of her on race day.

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You are a great champion.
When you ran, the ground shook, the sky opened and mere mortals parted.
Part of the way to victory, where you’ll meet me in the winner’s circle, where I’ll put a blanket of flowers on your back.

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Even that quote can’t inspire me. All that stupid movie did was make me want to cry. I’m not a believer in happy endings. There’s no such thing. I don’t believe in soul mates, and I don’t necessarily believe in destiny. Fate is what God determines for us although we do have some choices in the matter.

I’m a realist and I’m getting tired of all these stupid doe-eyed people walking around in their own little dream world. Let me tell you that your rude introduction to reality is probably going to come in the shape of some event that will be equivalent to you being hit by a bus (figuratively not literally). Prepare for it because all I’m going to say when it happens is “I told you so”.

I’m going to go curl up under a blanket with a Harry Potter book and try to forget the world. Oh crap, I can’t even do that, I have to work tomorrow. Maybe one day God will deem me fit enough to win a million dollars so I can retire by the age of 30….

Am I bitter at the moment? Definitely. Am I irritable? I generally am to some degree. Am I irritated? Of course.

I somewhat envy those oblivious people living in fantasy world, to be able to walk around without a care or a clue in the world. At the same time though, I know I’m better off being a realist.

I think I’m going to shut up now.

Some things really are that simple

I can’t say that I’ve ever been a big Nelly Furtado fan. I mean I like some of her older songs like Forca, but it’s always been the odd song here and there and generally never her big hits. I will have to say though, that everything I’ve heard from her Loose CD seems to be my type of music. I’ve only heard “Say It Right” once or twice, but I love it. The way I take the song is she’s talking about a relationship and how the other person could mean the world to her although they don’t mean anything right now.

I find this strange. Everywhere I turn lately there’s talk about relationships. People looking to find that perfect someone, looking to settle down, griping about how unfulfilling their love lives are, blah, blah, blah.

Wake up people! Enjoy your own company for once in your life. I’ve known a few people who just refuse to be alone and it’s rather pathetic. How can you expect to find happiness with someone else when you can’t find happiness with yourself?

I’ve had several women comment on how strong I am with my views on dating. It’s got nothing to do with strength. It’s all about self-respect and never accepting anything less than what you deserve. If you cheat, you’re gone. If you lie about something big, you’re gone. If you ever lay a finger on me out of anger (or out of violence), you’re dead. See? It’s really simple. What is it about these simple and fundamental ideals that women find so hard to believe?

Ugh. My brain hurts now. Let’s move on to something easy like napping.