This photo is important.
I want to make myself proud. I need to grow up and remember what’s important.
Health. Love. Money. Work. In that order.
Physically, my shoulder is a little sore but I’m strong and healthy. 💪
Mentally… Well I have this blog for a reason 😝
Love. Family are important, my boyfriend is important and my real friends are important.
I’m not always so sure who my real friends are. I’m second guessing.
Work friends are the hardest. Girls are fine, it’s the boys. I’m the queen of hearts apparently. I plan to change that.
My plan…. Search and destroy. Main pain is psycho-D. He needs to be removed.
He’s a complete psycho. I don’t want or need that.
Pea-head. He’s so on and off. I feel like each time we argue, I get whiplash. I’ve only known him for like 2 months. Too intense.
C-dog? I think he’s ok. Just don’t mention psycho-D, ever.
I hope I can stick to this. 👏
Care too much or too little?
That is the question….
I’ve realised lately that I’m definitely the kind of person that cares “too much“.
It’s a good thing and bad thing. Mostly bad recently, people don’t realise how shitty it can feel sometimes when you feel like no-one has the time for you. Or they couldn’t be bothered to reply or they make you feel annoying if they talk to you.
I’ve been feeling like this a lot lately and it’s not on. I don’t want to speak to people that make me think twice about talking to them. As usual, I’ve noticed it with more work people… a certain few boys.
The term for them is fuckboys.
I must remember this. They’re nice enough but they’re also full of evilness. They make me feel bad about myself and I constantly have to remind myself I’m a good person. When they make me feel bad, I pretend not to care and I’m getting better at it which worries them so they start being nice and sweet again to draw me back in.
I like to think one day they will push me enough to not come back. I feel confident that the day is coming.
Also just reminds how much I need my boyfriend. I definitely do not appreciate him enough. He puts up with me like no-one else does and not because he has to but because he wants to and because he loves me 🙂
So at least I’m learning something. I’ll keep trying. Learning lessons always has been the hardest thing….
Are we all just one big story in one MASSIVE book somewhere that’s being read by the gods and goddesses?
I saw someone write this earlier today “People come, people go- they’ll drift in and out of your life, almost like characters in a favourite book. When you finally close the cover, the characters have told their story and you start up again with another book, complete with new characters and adventures”
It made me think that actually that’s very true! How many people have we met over our lifetime so far that have been close and you’ve created memories with but you are no longer in contact with them?
It’s very difficult to get people to stay. E.g. you could have some great work friends but if you or they decide to leave, they’re no longer in your day to day life, so you have to make the effort to see them at other times and sometimes eventually that just disappears and that connection is lost. It’s sad but it happens a lot. A lot of the time you can be friends with someone because it just fits for both of you at that time and at that place.
Other times either you or someone else will decide that they want to be written out of the story. No longer want to be involved in your life and make the chapter end. This can hurt and end the book on them but the end to the book is a start to a new beginning.
My photo is from a TV show called Doctor Who. This was the time of when Matt Smith was the doctor who’s my personal favourite. It’s from the episode where he was likely to be stuck in a different time universe and would never have existed on Earth and he was saying goodbye to his younger version companion who was a little girl as she was sleeping.
Last month or so I’ve made a new friend at work.
At first, I thought he was great. He was really nice and friendly who genuinely seemed cool.
Our friendship wasn’t approved by all as boys and girls cannot be friends without feelings and it wound a few people up.
I’ve now realised that they were right. This person is not worth my time or effort. They’re basically a massive headfuck.
Don’t care attitude.
Don’t have time for this. Don’t need this.
One of my new years resolutions is to stop hanging around with people who make me feel shit.
Enough is enough.