But, around this time last year, I had experienced one of the best summers of my life.
Btw, how many people can say they still hangout with their whole group of friends in highschool just like I do today? (lucky if you do)
Today, I have spent 11 month with my boyfriend and I have one thing to point out…
You never fight fire with fire. But when we’re arguing/ fighting, I’m the fire and he’s whatever that’s trying to put it out. When I’m mad, I say things that I don’t mean.. I yell, I cuss, I’m a bitch. They say, “don’t make decisions when you’re mad.” Unfortunately, I do that a lot. Luckily, my boyfriend is like my voice of reason! He’s the rational one in this relationship. He doesn’t yell, he doesn’t say hurtful things. The first thing he tells me when things start to go bad is to “look at both sides of the argument” and even if he feels that I’m wrong and he’s right, he’s willing to just let it go. My boyfriend does not have a ego, that is for damn sure.
Blessed, forsure though.
I don’t even care. White lie, big lie, any kind on fucking lie. Like I don’t understand why its so hard for you to tell the truth. Are you scared? Are you a little bitch that’s too scared to take the heat. Fuck dude, I’m pretty sure you would rather tell me the truth instead of lose my trust. I don’t care about what you lie about.. But the fact that you lie and I catch you. Fuck your life. I. Hate. Liars.
Being sick and on bed rest has made me wander into the depths of my brain and this is what I found!
Okay, so I’m laying in bed, miserable and in pain, and I’m like… Dude this sucks.
There are so many types of sicknesses, diseases, etc.
So I’m like, how did people ever get over all these sicknesses in the ye olden days?! They don’t. They just died. That sucks.
Be grateful you live in an age where you have hospitals and medicine and diagnosis and all that good stuff…
and I’m laying there even longer thinking about how much pain I’m in. I start to think about the body and how it works in crazy ways, how it has the ability to fight infection, the ability to feel pain.
Then pain. I thought, “why the fuck do we have to feel pain?!” then I quit bitching for a little the realized one thing.
Pain is a blessing: It’s your body telling you “Hey, there’s something wrong with you so I’m giving you a little warning to let you know that if you don’t fix it, things may get worse or you can die.” Image the people out there who can’t feel pain? They never know if their body is in trouble or if they’re on the verge of dying. When you get a cut, you bleed. You know you’re cut because you can feel the pain. With that knowledge, you fix it.
So with that, pain is a blessing. It’s a warning.
This is my rant. Day #2 of bedrest.
I go to my mom because I was feeling really sick, and the first thing she say is..
“well, that’s what you get for always going out.”
Thanks a lot for the advice, mother.
As of right now, I’m wasting away because my condition isn’t critical enough and urgent care closes at 8pm.
SERIOUSLY.
A Professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
So the Professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The Professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous “yes.”
The Professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the space between the grains of sand.
“Now,” said the professor, as the laughter subsided, “I want you to recognize that this jar REPRESENTS YOUR LIFE. The golf balls are the important things—your family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions - things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car. The sand is everything else -the small stuff.
“If you put the sand into the jar first,” he continued, “there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18.
There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.”Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter.
SET YOUR PRIORITIES!! The rest is just sand.”
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The Professor smiled. “I’m glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.”
-ANONYMOUS
Yes, you! You are a smart, talented, young, beautiful woman. Purely flawless. You know love, you know God. If one does you wrong, have reason to believe there are better things waiting. You are deserving of the best.
(subliminal words of enlightenment)
