I am who I am no matter who you are

Two friends having a laugh

I had not noticed this was a huge part of who I am until I began creating personal boundaries for myself. I am who I am no matter who the other person is pretending to be and that’s not something I will ever change about myself. In other words, what you see and feel is what you get. I am polite if I don’t like you, but you’re probably going to feel that. I don’t believe in being rude for no reason or being outwardly hostile. It serves no purpose. But I am never going to ask you out to lunch if I am not interested in being your friend.

I get accused all the time of jumping in with both feet when it comes to making friends and I am guilty as charged. I enjoy people! I like making new friends. The issue here is I don’t have any agenda on my brain except the one about making a new friend. I never enter into a relationship of any kind simply because the person can do something for me, or can bring me notoriety via association. My stubborn independence prevents that kind of codependency.   Continue reading

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For the ladies that Never Have Anything to Wear, I’m your Gal!

Sometimes at the end of a season I find myself with full closets. They are stuffed so tight I can’t cram another piece of clothing into the sliver of space that might be left. Then everything in the closet becomes a wrinkled mess. That’s when I know it’s time to trim some closet fat.

I do not like to get rid of my clothes. I don’t buy something for the sake of spending money. When I purchase clothes it’s because it is something I truly want to wear more than one time. Even though I am diligent about how I spend my clothing allowance, there is always a piece or two that I did not feel 100% gorgeous in once I got it home and clipped the sale tags off. Those are the ones that go into that pile labelled Donation or Sell on eBay.   Continue reading

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Fire breathing butterflies

When a rebel speaks, I listen.

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Why did you start blogging?

Why did you start blogging?

I get asked this question often and I am always quick to answer because I know exactly why I started blogging. I was weary of the mean people in society being able to abuse the rest of us with their tirades and their lies and never being able to tell my side of the story, or be heard. I was taught it wasn’t polite to lash out or to even defend oneself against the travesties of other vile human beings, so I stayed quiet. In other instances, my hands were tied and I wasn’t allowed to say anything because of professional reasons. I needed an outlet!

Then I had a dream on Sunday.   Continue reading

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Losing my Anonymity

REM lost their religion. William Shakespeare lost doubt. Edgar Allan Poe lost his mind. I’m over here wondering if I’ve lost my anonymity even though I’m not interested in figuring out where it went.

I think it was the day I decided to start a blog that I had to come to terms with my own anonymity. Many of you out there might also refer to this as privacy. I knew I would always be a lightening rod of controversy and wanted to explore provocative subjects, so losing my anonymity was something I had to think about.

It wasn’t long ago that I realized this new affliction had affected me in other ways that had nothing to do with blogging.   Continue reading

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Life After the Narcissist

I have been riding the wave of euphoria for about two weeks now after publishing my first book and I am finally settling down and getting back to normal. I have never fancied myself anyone of importance and have no noticeable, notable qualities, except for one thing…you can find my book on Amazon now.    Continue reading

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writing to a soundtrack

Me at The Andy Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh, PA performing my 15 minutes of fame video.

There are days I will write to total silence. I read my own writing aloud on those days without distractions and without the feelings and emotions that a musical background tend to provoke. It’s only the words I’m interested in hearing. The cadence of how they sound and the beat and meaning they release to the reader.

Will the next person reading my words aloud understand exactly what I was trying to tell them? Continue reading

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