One Love

I'm reading this book my girl gave me. It's not part of my usual selection, but I take recommendations from those who have something valuable to say.

Granted, I initially grunted at the predictable exhortations and over zealous proclamations of female empowerment -currently asexual due to numerous disappointments with both genders-but then Madame Dr. said something.

In my words, (naturally) respect as a person able to spear a cause, is earned by being disarmed. *Funny, this contradicts the beloved bitch/prick. But then I witnessed the two states and realized being disarmed grants you strategic agility and freedom from excesses.

In love, friendship, passion, and especially in the world, be disarmed. Without the heaviness of tension you create not destroy & build not jeopardize, all while radiating poise and elegance.
One love. That's it.


Artist: James Joyce

No matter how hard I try...

#Confession

I was creepin...on Facebook...so ashamed* Shaking head. Tiss-tiss.
Whatever, no one can judge me cause we ALL do it.

Oh curiosity, you're a bitch. You lead me to findings that are unnecessary and torment my soul.

 A close friend got tagged in a picture. Naturally, I looked at it. Then, I proceeded to view the rest of the album. Turns out the album had an individual, who was related to another character, that lived with the sister, of a monster (bare with me). One click, two clicks, three clicks and I'm back 3 years ago. OMG, almost fell off my chair. Breathe.

As soon as I saw that first individual I knew. I knew I was going down the wrong path and it would ruin my day. It did. Why would I do that? Seriously. Dumbest.Thing.Ever.

I have a love-hate relationship with Facebook. It has been useful and I really do keep connected. But it is also the main stage for infamous HORROR stories. I know everyone has one. The point of this blog is really nothing, more or less a vent. Five years later and FB still manages to kick me in the ass.