Frenemies

Have you ever had a person in your life who supposedly was your friend but acted nothing like it? Who instead of serving as a source of emotional support, drained you of all energy?
Well I have my share of encounters with such blood sucking leeches.

There is one particular girl I know who makes it a point to throw negative comments my way. She never has anything nice to say about other people. The people she claims are friends are the same people she so quickly back stabs without batting an eye. I know if she can do that to them, then she's doing the same thing to me behind my back. Clearly she was never given the "If you don't have anything nice to say, then keep your mouth shut" speech. I feel so drained every time I have the misfortune of hanging out with her. She sucks the joy right out of me. Why am I even friends with her? Good question, she's not my friend; she's a frenemy.She fits the mold of a wolf in a sheep's skin; a devil pretending to be an angel; an enemy cleverly disguised as a friend. I'm done with her; she's been relieved of her duties as a 'friend."

Goodness gracious, is it really that difficult to be nice? Are some people just incapable of being pleasant? Can't we all just get along?
With time I have learned to detach myself from Ms. frenemy and her kind. I simply cut them out of my life and replace them with the positive energy exuded by good-spirited people. I choose not to waste my time and energy on such people. Life is too short; I choose to enjoy every minute of it. I have no time for B.S. I have no time for frenemies. Next!

J.O.B

Saturday August 29th, 2009

To say that I am frustrated would be the understatement of the century. I surpassed that point right about the time the umpteenth door was slammed in my face. So much for that perfect picture I had painted on the canvas that is my highly imaginative mind. The plan was to graduate and start the rest of my beautiful life. I would have so many job offers to pick and choose from. After all I didn't spend the last four years just filing my nails in college you know,
I actually gained an education. Well woop de do! Clearly employers didn't get that memo.

Everyone tells me I chose the right profession. "They'll be breaking down doors to get a piece of you", "You'll get a job faster than a speeding bullet", "You'll always have a job"
......a few of the statements that have been thrown my way.
Well I must have wax in my ears, or maybe I'm losing my mind. Surely they didn't say I would get a job super quick?

Every potential employer who has turned me down has fed me the same story: I don't have the necessary experience to be hired without undergoing an internship first. That's fair enough, but here's the downer...there are not enough internship positions at the moment.
Pray tell how I am meant to get experience if nobody wants to hire me?

A few weeks ago, I was up to my brow in deadlines. I longed for some vacation time.Well I got what I wished for and then some. Fast forward to the present and here I am, a new graduate tired of idling around. A few weeks of major bumming can get old pretty quick. You can only watch so much TV and take so many cat naps before you begin to feel like an old useless hag. I need something to do. I need a job! Preferably sometime this century?
Hopefully this week will be fruitful. You know what I'll let my optimistic alter ego take the wheel. Things WILL be better this week.
Yes I will. Yes I can.
I believe.


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Sixth sense

Most women I know have a sixth sense: female intuition; a force to be reckoned with.
I've learned from experience not to turn a deaf ear to that little nagging voice. It has become part and parcel of my life, warning me of potentially dangerous situations. It is yet to fail me.

Ignoring that little voice in the past has cost me dearly.
I dated a dodgy character of a man a few years ago. As the relationship progressed I saw little tell tale signs that I chose to ignore. I suspected he wasn't being faithful to me (all thanks to that little voice) but I chose not to believe it. I noticed certain aspects of his personality reflected in his behavior that raised a red flag but I chose to ignore that as well. I blamed it on unchecked paranoia. I brushed the seeds of doubt into the background and proceeded to give the relationship my all. Needless to say the truth always comes out. True enough, he showed his true colors and I came to the realization that my initial doubts about him were indeed warranted. Female intuition could have come to my rescue had I paid it mind.

I compare female intuition to an innate maternal instinct; a mother can always sense when her child is troubled. Usually the subconscious and conscious beings are distinct; with the subconscious for the most part beyond our comprehension.
I would like to think that this sixth sense is my subconscious coming to the surface to communicate with my conscious being.

Female intuition serves as my personal guardian angel. Protecting me from adverse situations if I take heed of it's warnings. As is always the case, all is revealed in due course.

Napoleon Complex

Monday August 17th, 2009

I am not one to feed off stereotypes, but sometimes it becomes clear that there is some truth to them.

A few weeks ago I woke up and realized I was out of my essential breakfast goodies (gotta have that Special K cereal and soy milk), so I made a quick run to Walmart (aye these people need to pay me for the free advertising I'm doing here for them). Everything was peaceful, the background music was soothing, there weren't too many people there that early in the morning. It was calm, just like I like it. I don't like too much noise when I first wake up or at any other time for that matter.

So anyway after I picked my items (plus a few unnecessary goodies)I loaded my trolley and headed over to the check-out lanes. Well, the closer I got to the tellers, the more the background sounds were overshadowed by a loud shrieking noise. Stacks of shelves were blocking my view so I couldn't tell where the source of the commotion was from. Being the drama lover that I am.
I broke into a brisk walk, not wanting to miss out on anything. When I turned the corner, I located the source. A little man, (probably around 5'2) was yelling his lungs out, and fiercely gesturing because the teller had accidentally charged him for one item twice. Oh no, people can't make mistakes, no-no. Little man had to show the teller who was boss. Can you say drama queen? Golly!
A quiet early morning shopping trip had been turned into a clip from a Jerry Springer show. The smirks on people's faces was testament to the fact that we all welcome drama once in a while (well as long as you're not the cause of it). I almost expected little man to climb onto the counter and jump up and down while screaming like the tantrum throwing toddler he had shown as he was. I was so tickled.

Little man's highly amusing antics were not the first I have observed from vertically challenged people. So what is it about some short people (men in particular) that causes them to act out? Feelings of inadequacy maybe? Why does it seem like they don military attire in readiness for combat at all times? Well being a tall person myself, I am so far removed from the issues they have to deal with. All I can do is try to understand the reasons behind their actions. School me, somebody. I am ready and willing to learn...

Smitten

Saturday August 15th, 2009

A wise person once said that you don't know what you have until you lose it. It's also true that you don't know what you've been missing until it arrives.
My past relationships left a lot to be desired; I always ended up hurt. A girl can only take so much heartache, consequently with time I more or less wrote off the male species. I made the conscious decision to keep my heart under lock and key.

Well, love has a way of tracking you down and taking you captive when you least expect it. Cupid has quite an aim. Combine that with fate working it's magic and you have a recipe for a fairytale love story.
I found my prince charming. I kissed a couple of frogs, but I finally found him. To find someone who understands me; brings me immense joy; treats me like a queen and loves me unconditionally is without a doubt a blessing. Many search for such love, most are unsuccessful.
I am one of the lucky few and for that I will be forever grateful.

My shattered heart is whole again; overflowing with love that knows no bounds.
I'm happy...
I'm content...
I have been swept off my stiletto wearing feet...
I am smitten.