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“You’re late.”
“There are only two reasons why you would point out someone’s flaws: A)Your intention was to help them improve or B)You needed to boost your own self esteem. Since my punctuality doesn’t need improvement I’m guessing your motivation was the latter. However, in order to get the best return on your investment while trying to boost your self esteem, it’s best to choose victims with lower self esteem then your own. Otherwise, you only succeeded in showing me the ugly side of yourself.”
Dear Nicole,
I found this recently in an old book of mine. My mom printed it and gave it to me when I was a teenager. I’ll do the same for you soon and hopefully you’ll save it and happen upon it later in life after you’ve had children.
“Some day when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a mother, I will tell them:
- I loved you enough to ask where you were going, with whom and what time you would be home.
- I loved you enough to insist that you save your money and buy a bike for yourself even though we could afford to buy one for you.
- I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your new best friend was a creep.
- I loved you enough to make you take a Milky Way back to the drug store (with a bit out of it) and tell the clerk, “I stole this yesterday and want to pay for it.”
- I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job that would have taken me 15 minutes.
- I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment and tears in my eyes. Children must learn that their parents aren’t perfect.
- I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your actions even when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.
But most of all, I loved you enough to say NO when I knew you would hate me for it. Those were the most difficult battles of all. I’m glad I won them, because in the end you won something too.”
-Author Unknown.
With all the love in my heart,
Mom
It’s Saturday morning, 6:43, and I’m wondering why I don’t feel like a real adult. I look at other people on the street, online, on their way to work, on the phone and I realize I don’t act like that. For a second or two I feel ashamed and a little embarrassed. “You’re too goofy and free spirited, you’ll never accomplish anything like that” I say to myself. But this is who I am. This is where I’m comfortable. And somewhere inside of me is a tiny, feisty, redheaded leprechaun that absolutely refuses to let me act the way others do just to fit in.
Maybe I won’t accomplish anything worth while to you, but at least I’ll never have to sacrifice my identity to be part of the crowd.
It’s lonely here. And I’ve forgotten how to interact with society.
Balance is just out of reach. I guess I’ll just have to run faster.
“When you get to the end of all the light you know, and it’s time to step into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing that one of two things shall happen: either you will be given something solid to stand on, or you will be taught how to fly.” – Edward Teller
“…so I just sat there, uncomfortable, with my nose running and one blurry eye. I wasn’t getting up to fix it, I couldn’t spare the minutes. After all, I could claim a whole 12 as “me time” if I could just stick it out for 37 more seconds. I’ll tell ya, if it weren’t for the anemic cheers from the broken Cheetos under my chair, I never would’ve made it.”
“Vive le bourbon scones! Vive le bourbon scones!”
Yeah, they’re French Cheetos.
Sunny day
Sweepin’ the clouds away
On my way to where the air is sweet
Can you tell me how to get
How to get to Sesame Street
Come and play
Everything’s A-okay
Friendly neighbors there
That’s where we meet
Can you tell me how to get
How to get to Sesame Street
It’s a magic carpet ride
Every door will open wide
To happy people like you
Happy people like
What a beautiful
Sunny day
Sweepin’ the clouds away
On my way to where the air is sweet
Can you tell me how to get
How to get to Sesame Street…
How to get to Sesame Street
How to get to…
Found this in a pile of my random rants:
Once upon a time there was a girl who had a mental breakdown because the world was just too much to handle. She just sat in her chair all day long muttering, ‘French Fries, French Fries, French Fries’ until one day her friend, whom we’ll call Bourbon, said ‘Hey crazy girl, wanna ride the rainbows with me?’ We’ll slide down the cherry slides and swim along the purpley purple until all your worries are rationalized away. Then the crazy one-eyed leprechaun monster will make you bathe in a rusty bathtub at a cheap motel until you can’t cry any more tears. The end
