For a Cold Hearted Bitch, with Love.

How come ugly females think that because they see other women exercising the power of their vagina that they can as well? Why is it that after being dumped, the first thing they believe is that is the guy's loss and automatically believe that they are going to find a hotter guy? Why do they assume that the man is "just a little boy," and that they will find a "real man?" Were you not with the ex because you thought he was a real man? Would you start a relationship with little boy at all, or did you just read this person wrong? Just ponder this for a moment, is there really something wrong with the guy or is it that you are just meeting guys that don't click with you on all the levels of a relationship to where you both fall in love and live happily ever after.

It's 2010. Your relationships will not be like your parent's. For the majority of the population, gone are the times of marrying your high school/college sweetheart. Yes, growing up we all wanted to find our Ross or Rachael, our Corey or Tapanga but it just doesn't work out like it does on television. Your heart has the capacity to love more than one, to heal and love another and is that such a horrible thing? So why be so hateful, so egotistical about our future relationships and sex life? Why not just let go?

Change - A Writing Prompt from October 2009

If I could change one thing about myself, I would change my honesty. I find it easier to be honest with strangers than with myself. I accept too much work and overburden myself. I tell people the truth that we don’t want to hear or know to be true, we just find it not politically correct. This in turn makes me come off as an asshole. A man has no clue about the world because I don’t want to follow the rules. I then get so caught up with all of these petty arguments that I don’t finish any of my work.

If I could change one thing about the world, I would change that what we say to one another. Cut out all the spin and BS that makes up most of our conversations and have us talk honestly to each other. I don’t see anything wrong with telling people what is on your mind so long as it is the truth. We censor ourselves so much that it creates this underlying tension in the smallest of situations. We become paranoid that everyone has a hidden agenda or is trying to hide something from us.

If I were to change then I wouldn’t worry about all this BS that I deal with at work and outside of work. I could focus on my novel and hopefully enough people would read it and realize that there is nothing wrong with telling the people that we interact with, the truth. Or nothing would change and I am just a loon. Who knows, but why are we afraid to find out?