Monthly Archives: August 2013

I usually don’t pay attention to the sidebar ads that FB throws up, but the headline “Leaking when you cough?” ‘Research opportunity’ and a phone number has me thinking of what the room that various coughing based urinary experiments would be performed in would look like.

It is incumbent upon us as a social species to learn to effectively communicate – this means actively listening, expressing yourself and your wants/needs clearly, as well as being able to accurately gauge the reaction of the individual that you’re interacting with, and tailoring your responses to keep the flow of communication going.

It is because of the SUPREME LACK of this skill, that so many people keep getting into social drama. Address your communication and self awareness issues, and things really do get so much better – as well as less negatively dramatic.

If you cannot do this or be this for the people in your life that you care about, then you’re doing both them and yourself a disservice.

Today, my heart is full. The weekend was very instructive and healing, as was the last time I found myself in the Hoh Rainforest around this time last year. Today has been wonderfully mellow, and I can feel myself addressing old psychological wounds, gently tending to them and helping the broken parts re-integrate into a happy, healthy whole.

For the first time in over thirteen years, I’m able to remember all the happy, wonderful things about a particularly painful time of remembering. I can actually remember being cherished, adored and loved, and stay in that space until my heart overflows with it. I am surprised at the strength in it. I’d completely forgotten.

Instead of releasing only anguish and pain, I’m now able to access all the love and joy that I experienced, without desperately needing to go back to that direct state in order to access it.

FUCKING LIBERATION. It’s IMMENSE.

Again, I state my profound thanks to the universe and all the accompanying spirits that keep hanging around because I’m apparently interesting to watch over, protect and love. My joy knows no bounds. I am the luckiest girl in the world.

So there’s this lady in the restaurant this morning with two children that are just being horrible little terrors. The little boy is running around all over the place, almost knocking into people, and the little girl is pulling pictures off the wall and pulling menus out and waving the around and just being a nuisance.

The entire time, the mother is just on the phone – as is her older daughter. They apparently couldn’t care less that the kids are being awful. There’s no disciplining the kids – nothing.

When they finished eating, they all went out into the main entry area, and the mother just sits down and continues talking on the phone while her kids continue to tear up the place and knock into other customers.

Assholes.

So, although this past weekend was fantastic, it also came with an entertaining element of drama.

I was called a whore, along with a friend, by somebody’s girlfriend happened to be cheating on her boyfriend in a fairly outrageous manner. I can only guess that, in order to assuage her own guilt at her appallingly childish behavior, she chose to deflect this by redirecting and getting nasty with her boyfriend – and (BONUS) calling us whores because we were simply hanging out and talking with him.

Within 24 hours, we were both upgraded to lesbians – by a third party, in order to put the kaibosh on the whore talk. (SURPRISE LESBIANS *BOO!*)

See – the thing that irritates me is that it’s been months since I’ve actually BEEN with anybody.

It’s almost like mockery.

You suck, girl that doesn’t know me – but I sure wish I was getting laid as much as you seem to think I am.