What Happened to Forever?

You and I were knitted together using the same wool,

I was created with my heart tied to yours,

An invisible link that only we can feel.

We lived our life with total understanding of each other,

I was always on your team,

and you would never hesitate to back me up,

Even when i was wrong.

When a force came against us which was stronger,

We only had each other, So we clung together like wet toilet paper on the ceiling.

No one would say negative things to me about you,

or to you about me.

You were my defender and I was yours.

After a while you got hurt,

Someone cut through our defenses and I couldn't protect you,

Our string was fraying.

I see you, I know who you are,

I love who you are and I'll defend you till the end,

I want nothing in return.

Were like two peas in one pod,

Your the Lucy to my Ethel,

and I'm the Shirley to your Laverne.

Cant you see what i see?

What happened to forever.

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I want it..

Have you ever realised that you love something that you didn't even know you loved, or had forgotten that you loved?

Well i have.

Yesterday i saw something and my heart just leaped, my mind was consumed with this thing, i had to have it. So of course i indulged, over and over again.

But now that its gone i find myself going through my day just thinking about the next time i can get more, when will this craving cease? Will i ever be able to be fully satisfied?

Ah chocolate yogurt, when will you be mine once again...

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This is for you.

Good friends are hard to come by.

I can only be myself around a handful of my friends, I fear that if I act completely like myself I will be rejected. The problems with close friends is that it is increasingly hard to hide things from them, maybe it’s just me but I can’t seem to keep a secret, luckily everyone knows that things are better when they’re out in the open (Most of the time).

Nobody has a perfect life, mine is not even close to perfect, but when you surround yourself with people who love you for you, well it can’t get better than that.

Only your real friends will tell you when your face is dirty - Sicilian Proverb

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Matrimony?

What reason could you possibly have for wanting to get married?

A shocking statement for a girl to say I know, but if you take a moment to think about it, I’m sure it’ll sound just as crazy to you. I don’t often think about marriage, so even for me this subject choice is rather unusual. Maybe it’s because I am legally able to get married, or the fact that my mother has just got engaged, whichever one, it still has got me blogging on this unfortunate subject.

Ok, so just to clarify, I love a good wedding, I love the emotion, the commitment, the adorable older relatives that you pull out and dust off just for the occasion. It’s all so wonderful, but then I had a thought, Marriage is actually a lot like a funeral.

They are both so extreme, one amazingly happy, and the other just plain depressing, but they are alike in one way, they are both the ending of a life. When you get married its your old life that dies, nothing is ever the same again, your stuck with this one person for the rest of your life. Unlike your family, you cant leave your home after eighteen years to move on to new and exciting things, there is nothing to look forward to.

You'll never be alone again.

It's not as bad as I'm making it out to be, to have someone with you through all the good and the bad, well who wouldn't want that? Finding that one person... well that's another matter entirely.

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Take a Minute.

I am exhausted. Utterly and completely drained, the only thing i can compare this feeling to is the few short weeks that i had Glandular Fever. Its not just physical, its also emotional, which is even more taxing. Even after sleep i don't feel refreshed, there is a aching in my bones that makes me feel much older than i really am.

Everyone works so hard these days to make something of themselves, to prove themselves to people, but really there is no need. We all need to just settle down and relax, just get out of the fast lane and take it easy.

Its so much easier to say than actually do, i know that, but isn't it nice just to get a little reminder sometimes?

I find making lists a very effective way of slowing me down, just write down all that you need to do and voila, you can take your mind off it. Now i had better sign off.... my list is waiting.

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Green eyes anyone?

Jealousy is a terrible thing, it really tears you apart if you don't manage it well. At the moment I'm struggling with the big green eyed monster. Its this blog, i really like writing, and it would be perfectly fine except my sister also has a blog.

Now, my sister and i are very competitive so the fact that her blog is becoming popular really bites. I haven't told anyone about my secret blog writing fetish, it just seems so attention seeking to tell people. But i am torn in two, i want to be as popular as my sister, shocking i know, but I'm sure that everyone else wants to be the best as well. Then there's the whole 'I'm only doing this for myself' thing. I will have to defeat my emerald monster, and not let it compromise my standards. So the conclusions is, my blog will still be unread.

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One mans trash is another mans treasure.

I go out of my way sometimes to be different. I know people like to be accepted, and don’t get me wrong I also like the feeling of acceptance, but more than that I enjoy being unique. Acting different comes naturally to me, recently though, I’ve been letting my personality show through my choice of clothing. Today I am wearing a pair of red high wasted nana pants, which I cut off at the knee, with a off-white frilly top. Accessories are a brown belt and random brown and burgundy jewellery.

Fashion is always changing, certain things get revived, like skinny jeans, high wasted shorts, one sleeved dresses (which in my opinion should never be worn). My problem is this, what should be worn and what shouldn’t? We all have different opinions to what looks good and what doesn’t, so when you get up in the morning and chuck on your favourite pair of flared jeans paired up with a tie dyed singlet, you would feel awesome. Then that horrid little feeling of doubt creeps into your mind, you wonder how people are going to react to your clothing choice, so you change into something more socially acceptable. What if you had worn what you loved? You’re bound to get some people not liking what your wearing, but really, should it matter? Your clothes should reflect the type of person you are, and you should never be ashamed of who you are. My advice to you, is that if you’re brave enough to wear what you love, even if it’s not ‘the norm’, then whenever someone says something negative or you start feeling insecure, just look in the mirror and know how good you look. We are all amazing creations, Congratulations.

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Eureka

I decided that if I was going to write a blog, that it would have to be about something. Like the recent movie ‘Julie & Julia’, Julie blogged about her mission to cook all the recipes in Julia Childs cookbook (Amazing movie by the way). I’ve had several thoughts on the matter, one idea was to blog my way through ‘The great scavenger hunt list’ it has 505 things to do, but you need a team of four people, and some of the things are ridiculous, it would probably take almost two years to complete. So scratch that. Another idea was to blog about my exploits to get a man, the only problem with that, is there wouldn’t be much to blog about, I’m quite useless in that department. Then it suddenly hit me, I could write about problems. Ok, well that might sound a bit strange, but hey, you don’t have to read this. I will blog about my views on problems, big problems, little problems, weird problems, common problems. Doing this endeavour should make it clearer to finding out the type of person I am. Brilliant.

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Unorthodox

I swore to myself that i would never write a blog.
Conforming in such a way just isn't me. To be perfectly honest, the idea of a blog has always fascinated me, to be able to write whatever you wanted and for absolute strangers to read it, marvelous idea. Then i thought, what if i started and just wrote what i thought people would like, i wouldn't be being true to myself. It would get harder and harder to write, and i think after a while i would stop.
None the less here i am, blogging away. I couldn't tell you why i started, Boredom, the excitement of something new, a release for my creativity (its in there somewhere). But one thing i can tell you, is that it was not from the desire to conform!
This blogging activity is just an experiment, i am not doing it for anyone but myself. Selfish as it may sound, it is the truth. This will be very entertaining, quite random and probably no good. But lets give it a try ay.

Over and Out.

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