Consideration.
Is a very long word with lots of syllables. If you look really fast it almost looks like, Confederate. Or... constipation... or concerned. Or... Connecticut. So I could see why its meaning and stability has almost vanished from the face of the EARTH.
However..
As you know, I could live in another universe.. In fact, if I could create my own universe, different sorts of people would be sent to different planets just to learn a thing or two about themselves. Instead of mirrors and hard lessons learned, in my universe, a person might wake up to find that they had been teleported to another place where they would be surrounded by people just like them but worser. (yes i know). Anyways, this way they could grasp a concept of what its like dealing with themselves day to day.
For example...
I would probably be sent to the planet called, "Biz-Nitch" at least 4 times a year. I would experience what its like for people to be brutally honest with me despite my stupid little feelings. Every moment for an entire weekend, I would have my feelings hurt so much my life would seem like spec of cow manurer on a flies butt crack. I would be reminded that respecting others feelings is important to the overall happiness of mankind. When I returned home to my planet "Getreala" i would skip around like a small princess passing out milk duds and those ugly ass yellow flowers that grow with weeds to all of the people in my neighborhood until i started to act up again.
After leaving Biz-Nitch, right before returning home, I would then be flown off to the planet "Venus", (Yes, my universe has a Venus too), where I would know exactly what it feels like to be loved unconditionally despite my very immature and inappropriate behavior. My flaws would never be put on a shelf for viewing at some college of psychology.I would be great no matter what. I would be given a kiss for every GREAT thing I said. Including the phrase "god bless you" after sneezes. Every smile and everything that makes me such a beautiful, fabulous, skinny, perfect, and wonderful woman would go rewarded. (In Venus that's what I am , basically I'm like queen of the entire human race in Venus). I would come back home kicking every man women and child who called me negative, bitter, or showed lack of appreciation for me. For everyone else I would surprise them with Range Rovers dipped in chocolate with a cute puppy inside that had a license plate that had a cool phrase, until I would return to my state of depression where i would then be sent back to VENUS to learn to love myself once again.
you get the point.
Back to this consideration word..
Its a big word to some, irrelevant to others, but it does exist, somewhere in this insane world. Some people can be so caught up in their own little phony lives that they can't see the people who believe in them, who are actually interested in all of their bogus dreams and flaws standing in front of their face. Standing their in the street ready to stop traffic so that that person can make their way.. Putting that individual before themselves. Having enough consideration to have that person in their daily thoughts. Just right there you know? In the face. I have definitely been brushed off and kicked to the streets for some inconsiderate loser to take the place, which has lead me to also being the inconsiderate one. Yes. Perfect little me. Not because that's who I am, that would be much easier to swallow. Mostly, because so many people who walk this earth are so inconsiderate to others. Its like, ok to be that way. I have shaped my life to fit my environment I guess. Humans' humanly right of selfishness has REQUIRED me to become a down right selfish wench. A defense mechanism if you will.
I love excuses. NOT! They're so not cool , but they work, so back off!
Before you go preaching and thinking this OVER EXAGGERATED topic is me talking about myself....like, before you give me the others shouldn't dictate you and all you need is jesus, yadi yadi yadi spill....
Think of it this way. If you're a happy down home southern bell from doppity do, Alabama, and you move to new york where you reside for a couple of years, no matter what you said before.. Now you walk faster, you usually have a serious look on your face, you don't wear your favorite college team apparel to a nice restaurant anymore, you don't drink "sweet tea" as much, and you're definitely not as trusting as you use to be. Its just how the cookie crumbles.
Consideration is cool tho, because no ones doing it. Its like the whole "green planet" concept. I want to make CONSIDERATION like THE NEW THING. If we all thought about considering someones feelings, time, compassion, someone's circumstances, emotions, etc, etc., life would be better. It just would. Everyone would pick flowers from golden fields and let puppies lick their face, because life would be BETTER.
Consideration, Getcha some. I like that already.
via the dodge avenger at 330am.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
My NEVER ending battle of weight loss
Once upon a time there was girl who weighed 170 pounds. Her face was round and her ass was too. So round it couldn't fit in any of her favorite jeans. Everytime she would sit down the crack of her behind would show. The entire world would believe she was a plumber in her former life. It was a sad life she lived of shame,depression, and utter defeat between her and FOOD. Pizza, bagels, mash potates, all in which would ruin 6 months of her life.
Through a series of heart break and the lack of dance performance employment, she would set a goal to lose over 40 pounds. People would whisper and say mean things about her weight loss. "She's too skinny" they would say. But she felt wonderful. THE END.
Needless to say this was a very short story about myself. But I have moved to WHACKlahoma and have gained more than enough weight to please all of the over weight people who wanted to judge. My jeans don't feel as fierce on me. I can kinda see my tummy when I look down. My cheek bones are no longer "high". Its time for a revolution in my pathetic life.
Despression is a bitch. And so is the lack of motivation put on my shoulders, because I'm surrounded by zombies in this bogus land. I'm not the type to blame people or my atmosphere. I leave that for movies like boyz in the hood and shit like that. I have to motivate myself and make changes within myself. It will be a very complicated task but vigorous in my attempts to succeed.
This post is more for myself then readers. I feel as though if I write this and follow up I will actually do it. For I know that I say I'm going to do a lot of things and never do.
I'm on a mission to lose 20 pounds as of today, Feb. 3rd, 2009. And I hope to lose it by may 3rd. Follow me on my journey to looking "sick" as my haters would say. Ill follow up each week on my thoughts of how I held up or lack of holding up. Oh dear universe, help me.
Wish me luck.
Through a series of heart break and the lack of dance performance employment, she would set a goal to lose over 40 pounds. People would whisper and say mean things about her weight loss. "She's too skinny" they would say. But she felt wonderful. THE END.
Needless to say this was a very short story about myself. But I have moved to WHACKlahoma and have gained more than enough weight to please all of the over weight people who wanted to judge. My jeans don't feel as fierce on me. I can kinda see my tummy when I look down. My cheek bones are no longer "high". Its time for a revolution in my pathetic life.
Despression is a bitch. And so is the lack of motivation put on my shoulders, because I'm surrounded by zombies in this bogus land. I'm not the type to blame people or my atmosphere. I leave that for movies like boyz in the hood and shit like that. I have to motivate myself and make changes within myself. It will be a very complicated task but vigorous in my attempts to succeed.
This post is more for myself then readers. I feel as though if I write this and follow up I will actually do it. For I know that I say I'm going to do a lot of things and never do.
I'm on a mission to lose 20 pounds as of today, Feb. 3rd, 2009. And I hope to lose it by may 3rd. Follow me on my journey to looking "sick" as my haters would say. Ill follow up each week on my thoughts of how I held up or lack of holding up. Oh dear universe, help me.
Wish me luck.
Monday, January 26, 2009
The Truth About Women: Lesson 1
I decided to start a series of truths, for and about a majority of women in todays society. Somehow men think they have us figured out. This is in fact false. There isn't the slightest bit of possibility of that even being close to even being remotely true. See, men in their simple thoughts, have allowed simple mindedness to bamboozle their simple brains. This fact, (and yes I think everything I say is in fact a fact), has led men to believe that women's ability to convey emotion without being "gay" or called a "fag", as a DEFINING characteristic of women. However, if women were in fact JUST emotional creatures, that would make women as simple as men. To all you people (men) who want evidence of this FACT, then you try carrying one 0r more children in a tiny womb for nine months. And thanks to the EVOLUTION of the modern man...
*Clears the throat
DIRT BAG, women have also learned to nurture, clothe, teach, and provide for an entire family with the weight of the world on their backs SINGLE handedly. I am standing by the FACT that women being simple beings is practically IMPOSSIBLE. Simple mindedness, has set sail, discovered a land of greed, and found a way to make men world leaders, only to destroy the very existence of man. I guess if i had to choose between that role, and being a "desperate, nagging, and emotional bitch of a human", I guess I'll choose B.
Side note: For all of you "emotional" men out there, please don't get too worked up. For I continue to the see the importance of men and their need in the lives of women and small centipedes across the universe. This post is definitely bias, and I see no need for tears.
Back to the point..
LESSON 1: Getting Laid Sooner Than Later
When a girl walks in the club her motive is no different from a thirsty man looking for a quick fix. If a guy comes up to a lady and says, "hey whats your name?" No matter what you look like you've lost cool points and now it's going to take numerous text messages, phone calls, picture mail, and dates to get laid. (YES! I said "cool points") Why? You ask. Simply because you have begun to talk, and you're saying all of the WRONG simple things. Hide your simpleness. For the sake of getting down, pretend to be something youre not. Seeing as though most women live in some fantasy land where unicorns play and men are slaves, i don't see anything wrong with pretending. If you're a guy and you know you're in fact a loser, but you still want to play as if you're on the level of LeBron then take notes. Don't say the same lame lines. Figure out what it is women want to hear. Think COMPLIMENTS first and YOU last. Read a damn Cosmo. Listen to a song or two. Beyonce' aint all over your radio airwaves and televisions for nothing. Put up that fake ass porno.
NOTE: Woman just TALK and play the "porno role" so your cheating ass won't stray. However, it takes lots of work and acting just like in the porno itself. So if WE take the conscious effort of making our encounters a good experience for you, then you should do the same.
Here are a few examples of things TO say when approaching a woman:
1. " those shoes are nice".
Girls spend lots of time on their outfits for the most part. Even if it's whack. And they do it to grab the attention of men. So do us a favor and lie dammit! If you can lie about the girl texting you being your cousin then you can lie and tell us we're fly.
2. "your smile is beautiful".
Usually a woman who is cheesing all night, is either a. drunk or b. trying to flirt. Either way, she's trying to get your attention, so acknowledge the fact.
3."What would you like to drink?".
She didn't even have to bat her lashes. She doesn't even have to play the independent role. You've already decided she's getting a drink from you and thats SEXY! No mater what you look like you can get a dimes attention with this one. Now once you open your mouth, its on you patna!
Here's what NOT TO say:
1. "i like yo ass in that dress".
Tacky and more tacky. Slow down. Geez! Creep in slowly when you start to talk about my body parts. When the time IS RIGHT, say what you'll do to them, not how they look. When it comes to a women's body she's very self-conscious about it anyway, so you're thinking you're giving her a compliment, but in fact now she thinks her ass is too big! Thanks a lot!!
2. "damn baby, whats your name".
First off its my first time meeting you, why is the first word a curse word? Secondly, my name is Xena for all i care, you've given me no reason for you to get to know me. Third, its lame. Like its the first phrase you learn in your baby spanish class, so paleeeaassse!!!
3. "What you drinkin on?"
Who gives a shit? Something some other guy bought me, so keep it movin. Whats even more gross, is after the lady tells you you say, "oh, thats cool". Now you just look cheap, and that is NOT SEXY.
Mostly, these lines are A. Cliche and B. Lame.
If you put more thought into what you say and do, you can get laid quicker than you think.
If you put more thought into what you say and do, you can get laid quicker than you think.
If you put more thought into what you say and do, you can get laid quicker than you think.
MEN: Every woman you meet is not looking for a house, 3 kids, a dog, and fence. We breathe the same air. Sometimes women don't want much out of you either. So get it together for your sake. You could be with a 10 sooner than you think! Plus, thats way cheaper than taking her out to dinner and a movie! Although, you might get a few tricks for that. HAHAHAHA!
Men or women, if you have 3 things to say or not to say when approaching women, let us know!
*Clears the throat
DIRT BAG, women have also learned to nurture, clothe, teach, and provide for an entire family with the weight of the world on their backs SINGLE handedly. I am standing by the FACT that women being simple beings is practically IMPOSSIBLE. Simple mindedness, has set sail, discovered a land of greed, and found a way to make men world leaders, only to destroy the very existence of man. I guess if i had to choose between that role, and being a "desperate, nagging, and emotional bitch of a human", I guess I'll choose B.
Side note: For all of you "emotional" men out there, please don't get too worked up. For I continue to the see the importance of men and their need in the lives of women and small centipedes across the universe. This post is definitely bias, and I see no need for tears.
Back to the point..
LESSON 1: Getting Laid Sooner Than Later
When a girl walks in the club her motive is no different from a thirsty man looking for a quick fix. If a guy comes up to a lady and says, "hey whats your name?" No matter what you look like you've lost cool points and now it's going to take numerous text messages, phone calls, picture mail, and dates to get laid. (YES! I said "cool points") Why? You ask. Simply because you have begun to talk, and you're saying all of the WRONG simple things. Hide your simpleness. For the sake of getting down, pretend to be something youre not. Seeing as though most women live in some fantasy land where unicorns play and men are slaves, i don't see anything wrong with pretending. If you're a guy and you know you're in fact a loser, but you still want to play as if you're on the level of LeBron then take notes. Don't say the same lame lines. Figure out what it is women want to hear. Think COMPLIMENTS first and YOU last. Read a damn Cosmo. Listen to a song or two. Beyonce' aint all over your radio airwaves and televisions for nothing. Put up that fake ass porno.
NOTE: Woman just TALK and play the "porno role" so your cheating ass won't stray. However, it takes lots of work and acting just like in the porno itself. So if WE take the conscious effort of making our encounters a good experience for you, then you should do the same.
Here are a few examples of things TO say when approaching a woman:
1. " those shoes are nice".
Girls spend lots of time on their outfits for the most part. Even if it's whack. And they do it to grab the attention of men. So do us a favor and lie dammit! If you can lie about the girl texting you being your cousin then you can lie and tell us we're fly.
2. "your smile is beautiful".
Usually a woman who is cheesing all night, is either a. drunk or b. trying to flirt. Either way, she's trying to get your attention, so acknowledge the fact.
3."What would you like to drink?".
She didn't even have to bat her lashes. She doesn't even have to play the independent role. You've already decided she's getting a drink from you and thats SEXY! No mater what you look like you can get a dimes attention with this one. Now once you open your mouth, its on you patna!
Here's what NOT TO say:
1. "i like yo ass in that dress".
Tacky and more tacky. Slow down. Geez! Creep in slowly when you start to talk about my body parts. When the time IS RIGHT, say what you'll do to them, not how they look. When it comes to a women's body she's very self-conscious about it anyway, so you're thinking you're giving her a compliment, but in fact now she thinks her ass is too big! Thanks a lot!!
2. "damn baby, whats your name".
First off its my first time meeting you, why is the first word a curse word? Secondly, my name is Xena for all i care, you've given me no reason for you to get to know me. Third, its lame. Like its the first phrase you learn in your baby spanish class, so paleeeaassse!!!
3. "What you drinkin on?"
Who gives a shit? Something some other guy bought me, so keep it movin. Whats even more gross, is after the lady tells you you say, "oh, thats cool". Now you just look cheap, and that is NOT SEXY.
Mostly, these lines are A. Cliche and B. Lame.
If you put more thought into what you say and do, you can get laid quicker than you think.
If you put more thought into what you say and do, you can get laid quicker than you think.
If you put more thought into what you say and do, you can get laid quicker than you think.
MEN: Every woman you meet is not looking for a house, 3 kids, a dog, and fence. We breathe the same air. Sometimes women don't want much out of you either. So get it together for your sake. You could be with a 10 sooner than you think! Plus, thats way cheaper than taking her out to dinner and a movie! Although, you might get a few tricks for that. HAHAHAHA!
Men or women, if you have 3 things to say or not to say when approaching women, let us know!
Monday, January 12, 2009
Healing...
So here it is a new year and it seems that its been a year since my last post. I'm back! Thanks to a friend and their much needed inspiration, im in attempts to keep it current.
Here's to a start of a new blog... HEALING
Break-ups are as traumatizing as some fucked up kid going to school and shattering the lives of not so innocent kids in hopes to prove to their peers that their lives aren't as minuscule as their peers made their lives to be. Like when you hear about those shoot-outs on the news, you feel bad for those kids who were shot, but something in your measly heart also is sympathetic to the shooters. like you can see how someone can get to their last straw..... BAD break-ups are like being shot 25 times in the thigh, stabbed 14 times in the right foot, being hung by your eyelid, falling from the 8th floor, breaking both legs and arms, getting your teeth knocked out, and no longer being able to speak without a special machine, and still managing to survive through it all. Yes really i'm that drama. It will take awhile to get back to the old you. Maybe a couple of surgeries. Thousands of dollars in debt. Your life flashing before your eyes over and over again. Depression. Hopelessness. Lots of medication. Very experienced specialists in law, medicine, psychiatry, and illegal substances . Support from your closest and most adored family and friends. Loneliness. Shattered dreams. Etc. Etc. Unfortunately, through all of the nonsense...Unfortunately, you will survive.
There is no source for measuring your healing process. It may be years, days, seconds, months.. You can even measure your healing with the massive amounts of cookies and cakes you will consume. Or even countless fill-in boyfriends or girlfriends, shots, blunts, articles of clothing, or hours spent in the gym. Once you figure out how your soul heals, you will then trail down a pathetic path of trying to find your self worth , and just getting to know who you are. Like rebirth so to speak. Because after a bad break-up you will become a new person. If you thought you were Tasha before, you are kidding yourself.. Now you are Sasha, the warrior and fighter for all of the squirrels of the Mongolian Jungles. Hopefully for you,during the walk down the desperate road, there is a very dim light.
This new year im hopeful. Which is great because last year it was like a power outage in Las Vegas. It was like, Nightmare on Elm Street, but i was just like the tree in the dark woods. I couldnt even be chased, or scared out of mind, or even murdered. Just in the background, mad because I wasnt in the movie. This year will be one of hope, i see the very very very Dim light. (basically trying to fool myself at this point). But seeing the very small, tiny light is like HUGE. Its like the difference between a 7 and an 8 on a males rating scale of women. (thanks to a very cool friend who put that in perspective for me, i can use that as reference to life). HOPE and HEAL. Both words should meet each other at a mall food court, fall in love instantly, and make love every night until they have lots of kids, and name them RICHard, HAPPYonia, LAUGHtrosha, and SoFUNia . Like I swear i would babysit for free!
Im just trying to sew it up this year. Get it together and keep it that way.
Basically, every post will consist of my sorry attempts to do so.
IM BACK BITCHES!
Here's to a start of a new blog... HEALING
Break-ups are as traumatizing as some fucked up kid going to school and shattering the lives of not so innocent kids in hopes to prove to their peers that their lives aren't as minuscule as their peers made their lives to be. Like when you hear about those shoot-outs on the news, you feel bad for those kids who were shot, but something in your measly heart also is sympathetic to the shooters. like you can see how someone can get to their last straw..... BAD break-ups are like being shot 25 times in the thigh, stabbed 14 times in the right foot, being hung by your eyelid, falling from the 8th floor, breaking both legs and arms, getting your teeth knocked out, and no longer being able to speak without a special machine, and still managing to survive through it all. Yes really i'm that drama. It will take awhile to get back to the old you. Maybe a couple of surgeries. Thousands of dollars in debt. Your life flashing before your eyes over and over again. Depression. Hopelessness. Lots of medication. Very experienced specialists in law, medicine, psychiatry, and illegal substances . Support from your closest and most adored family and friends. Loneliness. Shattered dreams. Etc. Etc. Unfortunately, through all of the nonsense...Unfortunately, you will survive.
There is no source for measuring your healing process. It may be years, days, seconds, months.. You can even measure your healing with the massive amounts of cookies and cakes you will consume. Or even countless fill-in boyfriends or girlfriends, shots, blunts, articles of clothing, or hours spent in the gym. Once you figure out how your soul heals, you will then trail down a pathetic path of trying to find your self worth , and just getting to know who you are. Like rebirth so to speak. Because after a bad break-up you will become a new person. If you thought you were Tasha before, you are kidding yourself.. Now you are Sasha, the warrior and fighter for all of the squirrels of the Mongolian Jungles. Hopefully for you,during the walk down the desperate road, there is a very dim light.
This new year im hopeful. Which is great because last year it was like a power outage in Las Vegas. It was like, Nightmare on Elm Street, but i was just like the tree in the dark woods. I couldnt even be chased, or scared out of mind, or even murdered. Just in the background, mad because I wasnt in the movie. This year will be one of hope, i see the very very very Dim light. (basically trying to fool myself at this point). But seeing the very small, tiny light is like HUGE. Its like the difference between a 7 and an 8 on a males rating scale of women. (thanks to a very cool friend who put that in perspective for me, i can use that as reference to life). HOPE and HEAL. Both words should meet each other at a mall food court, fall in love instantly, and make love every night until they have lots of kids, and name them RICHard, HAPPYonia, LAUGHtrosha, and SoFUNia . Like I swear i would babysit for free!
Im just trying to sew it up this year. Get it together and keep it that way.
Basically, every post will consist of my sorry attempts to do so.
IM BACK BITCHES!
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