Most girls are engrained with this love of the color pink. They are dressed in it the very day they come from the womb. Their toys are dyed various shades of this obnoxious preppy red gone wrong. I thank my parents everyday for not thrusting society’s favorite color at me.
As a tomboy kid I embraced everything that did not fall under the title of girly girl. Blue, getting dirty, and dressing for comfort. I was bullied by the girls and cast out from feminine circles until middle school, when my “rebellious” nature became cool. I stayed the same others changed, being too stubborn and content with my own lifestyle to change and get others to like me. This disdain for the status quo molded into my extreme hatred for the color pink and all it stands for.
I hate the color pink. If that isn’t evident already it’s time to go back to the top of this short rants post I am writing at the edge of the bar.
When did pink become this color that defines femininity? When did blue define masculinity? Why? And who decided this? Why not green and orange? Purple and yellow? The world may never know.
Coping. People have millions of little tips and tricks. It all really depends on how you handle stress and how you relieve that stressful tension.
People turn to sex, drugs, alcohol, meditation, working out, or even the old fashioned screaming into a pillow. Something works for everyone. At the moment I need a moment for myself to vent. So here I am writing but also thinking. Thinking “out loud” as it were.
I currently hold a position in a broadcast center meant to be run by two people. I work 7 days a week for 6 months straight with minimal time off during my day. Weekends are not a thing here. But here’s the kicker that I’ve been putting through my head. My new partner is coming soon. This is only temporary.
Now as I continue to think out loud through this stream of consciousness writing I find this thought as being in denial, and possibly self destructive as I push forward at 110%, on all thrusters instead of pacing myself accordingly.
I feel like I’ve been through this situation before. The strangest feeling of deja vu resonates beneath the surface of my consciousness.
But here I sit. I guess those moments were only temporary as well.
via Daily Prompt: Temporary
I’ve always been the person to turn to for advice. I don’t know what divine power or whatever decided that I was the person to turn to for all of the answers in the universe but it just happened that way.
For one I look and carry myself in a way that does not reflect my age. At the ripe age of 22 I am often mistaken for someone in their thirties. Now I don’t look that way (At least I don’t think I do) it’s just my disposition.
I have no experience with the situations people bring before me since they all lead down the road of relationships. I had two relationships that both ended once we went long distance. It’s just the nature of the beast.
You have to be able to cut through the superfluous feelings and get to what is really going on: is there another player in this game of love?, are you overreacting to a text message he/she probably didn’t put any thought into sending? (Probably and almost always yes.)
For relationship advice I’ve found it helps to know the backstory, of course, but also just the facts. Human behavior is fascinating but when we try to describe certain points of a situation we dabble in the tiny details rather than the bigger picture. So if there is ever a freak out you probably need a different, uninvolved perspective so you can take some time to look at the bigger perspective yourself.
However, the key in this part of the advice process is to actually listen.
Do you have to take anything your friend says to heart? Absolutely not. It’s their opinion and their observation but you may be able to alter your perspective just enough to understand your situation if you do listen.
Like I said the facts vary and the advice changes. How the heck do I pull this wisdom beyond my years out of my thin air? And more importantly, why can’t I ever use it when making my own decisions?
It’s narcissistic writing about how hospitable I am but you know sometimes I want to kick back and relax.
via Daily Prompt: Exposed
Hello my lost friends.
Now as a student when I did not study well enough for an exam I knew a multiple choice exam could be make or break. For one it offered options on answers to the questions of which I had no knowledge to answer. However, there were those questions that would catch me half way.
This was the case in exams that I had over prepared for as well. Strangely worded questions with even more ambiguously worded answers. With short answer or essay I almost felt more prepared. I could do what I like to call “writing in circles” and it would appear as if I understood the concept but I wouldn’t get overly specific for fear of misquoting or disrupting this illusion of understanding.
On a multiple choice exam in college I even wrote in an extra answer to the test with a full explanation of why my answer was more correct one time because I was so frustrated with the exam’s use of overly simplified answer. My sense of understanding of a topic can be different than another’s. That is where opinion and fact meet to make theory.
And I theorize this: If you really think None of the Above is a legitimate answer option to write for a test then it best be entirely correct and not on the fringe of “pick the most correct answer”.
via Daily Prompt: None
As a young Millennial I feel like there are numerous things I could write about the concept of control. The world is crazy right now and many people my age seem to struggle with the idea of control.
We flounder, we doubt, but in the end we persevere. The fact that we have goals show that we are in control. We know the factors, the risks, and we move forward in some way. We ponder, we think, and we wait.
Sometimes to move forward some people take steps back. When I was a goalkeeper my coach called that a stutter step, a habit that took weeks to break, and it is basically taking a strong step back to lunge forward. In reality all you need to do is put more force in your planted foot and just take a step. Sound easy?
After doing the same thing over and over again it is not easy to break such a habit. But it is possible. With patience comes control and I think society today is lacking patience which contributes to this idea of a lack of control.
We live in a time where everything is available instantly. If we took a moment to merely sit back and listen you might notice how much control and power you really have.
via Daily Prompt: Control