Vacuous, empty headed, lacking in intelligence, drivel.
Seriously, it's ok not to like my blog. You don't have to read it. I'm not holding a gun to your head and forcing you to read it out loud to me and to all of those around you. It really is your choice. This is a free world and we can all write, do, or say whatever we want. If you'd rather watch reality TV and look in on an other's world than do something yourself, that's fine by me.
It's interesting, I started to write this blog because I do have things I like to share and I love to write, but a few friends, including one of my best friends, have been very negative towards it. It's easier to point out negatives than it is to mention the positives. That is the society we live in now. Let's knock and berate others rather than looking into our own lives. We live in a time when bullying is acceptable. Let's face it, we open ourselves up to being bullied because we put our lives out there for others to hate. Ben's dad once said to him that if he was going to be a maverick then to expect to be hated. No one likes anyone who is doing something that they themselves wouldn't do or actually want to do but are unable to do do for various reasons; whether it's because you're too weak or don't have the support, can't afford it or have to work 20 hours a day just to pay your bills. People don't like people. We are threatened by each other and rather than support someone for being different, rather than encouraging someone in what they are doing, we deride them at every opportunity. Yes, sweeping statements but for a lot of people that's very accurate. I don't always agree with the lives others live or what their children are doing but I do try to encourage them and be there for them. It isn't my place to tell them what to do. It's their life to live in the way that works for them.
Maybe I do have too much time on my hands. I live in a country that I don't want to be in. I can't work as fatigue would make me unreliable. So instead of just sitting drinking coffee at the numerous coffee shops, with numerous bored wives and mothers, I'm trying to get myself fit and healthy both physically and mentally. Writing makes me use my brain. It's far too easy to sit on my iPad wasting my days playing games and googling. And as I said in my very first blog, it was because I hate the way social media and society pigeon hole women over the age of 40, so that's why on occasion my blogs will be about what I was wearing and whether I was feeling fat that day. These are real emotions that make me who I am. I'm not afraid to share these feelings. It's back to living in a vacuous empty society where no one is allowed to share their real feelings because of the fear of being knocked down for them. So, we put on our make up and lie to the world. Is this what we are teaching our children? I hope I'm not. I totally agree with dancing in the rain and accepting the things we cannot change. I'm trying to teach my children to pay it forward. To let the world see that no one is perfect, that no ones life is perfect. No matter how rich or famous, poor or unknown, we all have issues. But let's not disconnect from ourselves, family, friends and the world. It appears that to hate is so much easier than to love.
I live in a country where all the customer service industries look down upon women. I have yet to deal with a repair man who doesn't talk to me like I'm stupid and have no idea what I'm doing. It frustrates me, in fact it makes my blood boil. Seriously, what should I do out here in the sandpit where the majority of women work out to be stick thin, leave their children to be brought up by maids whilst they get their hair and nails done, meet for lunch and shop. I've done voluntary work in schools but I have no empathy with the schools anymore, and I've been to art classes, where by the end of the term they've convinced you that you have no natural talent whatsoever because you won't replicate their little designs. Bored women teaching art to fill in their days. Is that any worse than writing a blog? Not to me.
What I really want to do, if you're interested, and I'm sure most of you don't actually care, is have a workshop at the end of my garden. I want to find my passion for painting again, in an environment where I don't have to tidy it all away before my husband comes home from work. I want to buy second hand furniture and restore it to shabby chic, then sell it on a market stall. I want to grow my own vegetables and travel the world. And whilst I'm doing this, I'd like to continue writing my blog because I enjoy it. I like writing. But for now I'm here and at least I'm doing one of the things I enjoy doing, that I get pleasure from.
So please excuse this fat chick as she climbs off her high horse and goes to do some exercise, before I meet a friend for coffee. If it makes you feel any better perhaps I'll get my hair and nails done, just to make you feel better about yourself.
I hope you have a happy and fulfilled day. I know I will because I'm doing something I enjoy, something for me. Something that makes me feel good about myself.
Oh, I was being facetious about getting my hair and nails done. The last time I had my hair done was in December and unless I'm going away I do my own nails.
So today, after reading a comment from a friend I spent the morning in tears and wondering what my worth is. I might be happy and smiley and positive but I do have very real feelings. My life isn't one big fairy bubble.
Seriously, it's ok not to like my blog. You don't have to read it. I'm not holding a gun to your head and forcing you to read it out loud to me and to all of those around you. It really is your choice. This is a free world and we can all write, do, or say whatever we want. If you'd rather watch reality TV and look in on an other's world than do something yourself, that's fine by me.
It's interesting, I started to write this blog because I do have things I like to share and I love to write, but a few friends, including one of my best friends, have been very negative towards it. It's easier to point out negatives than it is to mention the positives. That is the society we live in now. Let's knock and berate others rather than looking into our own lives. We live in a time when bullying is acceptable. Let's face it, we open ourselves up to being bullied because we put our lives out there for others to hate. Ben's dad once said to him that if he was going to be a maverick then to expect to be hated. No one likes anyone who is doing something that they themselves wouldn't do or actually want to do but are unable to do do for various reasons; whether it's because you're too weak or don't have the support, can't afford it or have to work 20 hours a day just to pay your bills. People don't like people. We are threatened by each other and rather than support someone for being different, rather than encouraging someone in what they are doing, we deride them at every opportunity. Yes, sweeping statements but for a lot of people that's very accurate. I don't always agree with the lives others live or what their children are doing but I do try to encourage them and be there for them. It isn't my place to tell them what to do. It's their life to live in the way that works for them.
Maybe I do have too much time on my hands. I live in a country that I don't want to be in. I can't work as fatigue would make me unreliable. So instead of just sitting drinking coffee at the numerous coffee shops, with numerous bored wives and mothers, I'm trying to get myself fit and healthy both physically and mentally. Writing makes me use my brain. It's far too easy to sit on my iPad wasting my days playing games and googling. And as I said in my very first blog, it was because I hate the way social media and society pigeon hole women over the age of 40, so that's why on occasion my blogs will be about what I was wearing and whether I was feeling fat that day. These are real emotions that make me who I am. I'm not afraid to share these feelings. It's back to living in a vacuous empty society where no one is allowed to share their real feelings because of the fear of being knocked down for them. So, we put on our make up and lie to the world. Is this what we are teaching our children? I hope I'm not. I totally agree with dancing in the rain and accepting the things we cannot change. I'm trying to teach my children to pay it forward. To let the world see that no one is perfect, that no ones life is perfect. No matter how rich or famous, poor or unknown, we all have issues. But let's not disconnect from ourselves, family, friends and the world. It appears that to hate is so much easier than to love.
I live in a country where all the customer service industries look down upon women. I have yet to deal with a repair man who doesn't talk to me like I'm stupid and have no idea what I'm doing. It frustrates me, in fact it makes my blood boil. Seriously, what should I do out here in the sandpit where the majority of women work out to be stick thin, leave their children to be brought up by maids whilst they get their hair and nails done, meet for lunch and shop. I've done voluntary work in schools but I have no empathy with the schools anymore, and I've been to art classes, where by the end of the term they've convinced you that you have no natural talent whatsoever because you won't replicate their little designs. Bored women teaching art to fill in their days. Is that any worse than writing a blog? Not to me.
What I really want to do, if you're interested, and I'm sure most of you don't actually care, is have a workshop at the end of my garden. I want to find my passion for painting again, in an environment where I don't have to tidy it all away before my husband comes home from work. I want to buy second hand furniture and restore it to shabby chic, then sell it on a market stall. I want to grow my own vegetables and travel the world. And whilst I'm doing this, I'd like to continue writing my blog because I enjoy it. I like writing. But for now I'm here and at least I'm doing one of the things I enjoy doing, that I get pleasure from.
So please excuse this fat chick as she climbs off her high horse and goes to do some exercise, before I meet a friend for coffee. If it makes you feel any better perhaps I'll get my hair and nails done, just to make you feel better about yourself.
I hope you have a happy and fulfilled day. I know I will because I'm doing something I enjoy, something for me. Something that makes me feel good about myself.
Oh, I was being facetious about getting my hair and nails done. The last time I had my hair done was in December and unless I'm going away I do my own nails.
So today, after reading a comment from a friend I spent the morning in tears and wondering what my worth is. I might be happy and smiley and positive but I do have very real feelings. My life isn't one big fairy bubble.