nwellnitz
"Round _is_ a shape!"
I was folding laundry, and noticed the wide range of sizes. medium. large. extra large..I think there's even an xxl in there someplace.
Shape up.
I guess when it's put that way, I don't resent it as much as if it were 'get a salad'... it's a nice lil sentence steeped in the charade that it's for my health...
'get skinny'
'get in shape'
two ideas that can have the same result but are very different
My guinea pig is a shape. squash shaped. and totally awesome.
Women teeter perilously on tiny heels. Little tooth picks. Women complain about thier heels, how uncomfortable they are. Why do they wear them? Why hurt your foot so badly? What's the point?
It's all a matter of delivery. I kjnow of a woman who wears heels daily. I've never seen her wear anything different. she readily admits that she likes the way they look, and has gotten used to the way they feel. It's her choice.
It's not that someone has strapped these things to her feet and forced her to walk an invisible tight rope through out the day
Accept the choice. Own the choice....
My mind wanders, especially when I need it the most. Such as right this minute. So much I'd love to do, but I can't think straight
No one wants to admit being obsessed with anything. It's unhealthy. Brings to mind stalkers with shrines in thier closets, the walls papered with fuzzy results of a telephoto lens. Salivating, maybe masturbating to the thought of thier obsession.
No one wants to be obsessed with anything, I would think it would be an awful lot of work, an awful lot of time to dedicate to someone.
There's a difference between obsession and dedication, obsession and commitment...
although those lines often blur, especially when viewed from a telephoto lens
I read about 'statement bags' for women. uBut they all looe same. The loudest statement can be just a whisper. All the protesters in WI thinking they are making a tatement, but how many of them can argue thier point civilly?
Everyone is so out spoken, making thier voics heard.... but it's all just noise
I've spent a lot of time in my life wondering. I wonder what it would be like if i had stayed with my one true love-- or fist love. Or what it would be like to not have weight problems and just throw on a pair of shorts and go. NOt having to worry about hwo I look.
I wonder what it would be like to be the owman I want to be, wished I could be, instgead of who I am. What's stopping me from making that ove?
might think about being swept off thier feet in the romantic sense. I picture a great surge of water, breaking through the dam, and sweeping me away.
To someplace foreign, somplace I didn't get read up on or even choose. Yet here I am, forced to sustain myself here quickly learn the ropes.
I picture myself holding on to a door rushing, being carried by the tide. I have no expression on my face. Like a page waiting to load.
"Lead By example" , don't make an example of yourself. I have negative feelings toward this word. It reminds me of being told to do something or not do something depending on how I may be perceived by other people.
Screw other people.
THat's how resentment is made
Im a control freak with a lack of control. I try to control things I cannot, such as other people. Since it's difficult for me to control my emotions, I try to prepare for any circutance. When my husband had heart surgery, I tried to prepare for what life would be like if e died. force myself face these things, head on.
Yet my eating is out of control. I wake up, and want chocolate. After meals I want chocolate... as when I smoked. But when I smked, I wasn't ballooning out of control. I just had less $ and bad breath
This is final, yet it's not.
It' s final in that it's the last 3.3.11, the last time I'm going to experience this moment just like this. It's final in that carpe diem sort of way. If it's bad, it's the final time I'll experience the pain this sharply. If it's good, it's the final time for that, too, so I best suck it in and savor it.
This isn't final, if I fail at a task, I can do it again. If I gain weigh, I can lose it.The specific situation i's final, but how i react to it, and what I take away from it's not. It's not final until I say it is or until I stop breathing.
Everything is in flux.
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