Wash your Wednesday worry away!

You think you’re waiting for help. For someone to tell you what the right thing to do is. Even though, at the back of your mind, you already know what that is. So all you’re really waiting for, is a time when you’re forced to do it.

Sunday story.

I don’t know who I am. I’m not who I thought I was. I’m more. I’m complicated in ways I’ve never realized before. Not happy or sad, but both, and all the shades in between, all the time. I can be afraid of the melting glaciers and still turn up the air conditioning in my room. I can buy cheap jeans  and still feel sorry for exploited garment workers. I can contradict myself. I’m not supposed to be simple. I’m complicated. I’m a mess. I can think a hundred different things at once. I’m one insignificant creature and I’m the center of the universe. My existence has no meaning and my existence is its own meaning. I am therefore I am.

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What do i do? What SHOULD i do?

Think about it.

You never know the biggest day of your life is going to be the biggest. The days you think are going to be big ones, they’re never as big as you make them out to be in your head. It’s the regular days, the ones that start out normal. Those are the days that end up being the biggest.

Another dose of Whatever Wednesday

If you cannot appreciate me, then at least stop criticizing me.

I just don't know why there are people out there who would hate me without knowing who i am. They don't even try to get to know me before passing judgment on me.

I don't care about what they think of me, really, i am just who i am. If you think for a second that whatever you say about me or do to me is gonna hurt me, believe me, you're not. You don't bear any significance in my life whatsoever, so what makes you think i am gonna even think about what you say about me.

All i can say is... Your opinion of me, doesn't define who I am. 

It's Friday.

"You’ll get over it…”  It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. 

To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don’t get over it because ‘it” is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never loses. 

 How could it? 

The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?

I'm gonna make you Think Thursday.

You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life. Everything…affects everything.