BranJenGalina sounds similar to Vagina or more like some undiscovered STD yet to make its mark in history.
More random ranting.
And so it goes.
If I had a dime for every time I over-analyzed something in my brain until the dead horse spontaneously combusted, I would be a rich monkey. And so it goes. The journey continues. Another page turned. Blah, blah, blah. I realize we are our own worst critic but some of us sure do know how to bash one's love of self. I just wonder when the day comes that I will be able to own the love of self, the "iLove" and all that it entails. Thoroughly. Completely. Without question.
Try as I might to not let "friend's" words and/or actions bother me; I fail. Times like these make me reevaluate the relationships in my life. I mean, I understand we are all human. We are all selfish piglets to an extent. What makes you think I want to hear from you in my "times are tough" moment when I don't hear from you otherwise? Well, OK. Actually I do hear from you. When you're in a big fat shitstorm that you have brought on yourself and you're in dire need of a listening ear. Someone to sob to over nothing. Someone to agree with you, tell you you're right and poof! You're gone. Never to be heard from again. Until.... So let me get this straight. Enter Meowlissa shitstorm. You come running. Not to help, just to hear all the gory details of the terrible. Enter your shitstorm. You come running again because no one else has told you what you want to hear, maybe Meowlissa will. Wrong. What about all the other moments in between? Why is it only "young and the restless" style? I could post some mundane nonsense on Facebook right now and I promise you I will get a text or a phone call about it. Within *seconds*. Only if it is negative though.
"What is out of your control should not affect you" by: Someone
Wouldn't it be great if we could all bask in the greatness that is life? Reasons to celebrate rather than feed on someone's drama and negativity? I am a pretty private person so I don't hear much out of these types of people until I let an ounce of a bad day leak and then I'mand everyone comes running begging to know the details of the "terrible" that is my life and does my new tattoo mean I'm adopting a 64th child or is Brad , am I really jealous of Jennifer, am I the one who rocks a baby food diet? Blah blah blah. If you didn't know before, you sure as hell won't find out now. Stop trying. Really. And! If you must know, my tattoo is really of the name "Herman". The man who sells me all these babies at cost.