...is awesome most of the time. Why, you ask? Well, let me list the reasons...
1. When I was growing up I could start a fight with my big brother and then blame the whole thing on him. My parents never suspected that I was anything but the victim. Muahaha.
2. "Daddy, I know this velvet coat is expensive but I really like it". Being a daddy's girl is an art form all in itself.
3. If anyone hurts me (sometimes even if they haven't hurt me and the family just doesn't like them) there's at least five people threatening bodily harm.
4. The Pedestal. Even when I feel like the whole world is against me, I'm still on the pedestal that is "baby girl".
5. The Umbrella. This one is a Catch-22. It means that there is always a protective barrier, always someone watching out. Sometimes they are watching a little too closely or being a bit too overprotective but... it's nice to know that it's always there.
Lessons here? Don't start a fight with me, I will play dirty. Being a daddy's girl has given me the life skills to get just about anything I want. If you hurt me, your knees may end up broken. And finally, no matter what life sends my way, I'll be just fine.
Thankful for those that love me...you're all on pedestals of your own and I've got a mighty big umbrella that you're all under.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
No Clever Title For This One...
2011, you're trying really hard to kill my ego. Stop it.
I've said it before and I'll probably say it till the day I die...being an adult sucks. It sucks because sometimes you have to walk away from someone you love because it's the smart thing to do. You have to walk away because they can't &/or won't give you the things you need. Have to walk away because you see every other aspect of life the same except for "make or break" things.
My favorite mister and I have decided that it's best if we don't continue to be in each other's lives. I want what he can't give and I was giving what he didn't necessarily want. And no, not "giving" as in wink-wink. Gutter minds, all of y'all!
I'm still not completely convinced that this is a smart move but...some things can't be unsaid and I have to hear those words and take them at face value. It's not about where I am, it's about where he is. Or rather, it is about where I am...and the fact that he isn't there. No controlling that. And one little thing about me... not having control to fix someone or something drives me insane. My dad calls it "The Ward Tenacity". I call it "Stupid Stubbornness" or sometimes just "Stupidity".
So, forgive the next few months if I'm a little more emo than normal. My head is giving my heart a big-time scolding and that tends to leave me a little like a girl who had her heart ripped out the day before Valentine's Day. Oh wait, that actually happened.
Excuse me while I go eat a box of bon-bons and cry while watching a Lifetime commercial.
I've said it before and I'll probably say it till the day I die...being an adult sucks. It sucks because sometimes you have to walk away from someone you love because it's the smart thing to do. You have to walk away because they can't &/or won't give you the things you need. Have to walk away because you see every other aspect of life the same except for "make or break" things.
My favorite mister and I have decided that it's best if we don't continue to be in each other's lives. I want what he can't give and I was giving what he didn't necessarily want. And no, not "giving" as in wink-wink. Gutter minds, all of y'all!
I'm still not completely convinced that this is a smart move but...some things can't be unsaid and I have to hear those words and take them at face value. It's not about where I am, it's about where he is. Or rather, it is about where I am...and the fact that he isn't there. No controlling that. And one little thing about me... not having control to fix someone or something drives me insane. My dad calls it "The Ward Tenacity". I call it "Stupid Stubbornness" or sometimes just "Stupidity".
So, forgive the next few months if I'm a little more emo than normal. My head is giving my heart a big-time scolding and that tends to leave me a little like a girl who had her heart ripped out the day before Valentine's Day. Oh wait, that actually happened.
Excuse me while I go eat a box of bon-bons and cry while watching a Lifetime commercial.
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