After this weekend, I needed desperately to get it (most of it) out on virtual paper. I feel like I need to get a lot better at not caring if I air people's dirty laundry, so to speak, (including my own I guess) because this would be a lot more interesting if that were the case.
Friday: I worked until 5 at my amazing job that I'm absolutely in love with. Then I went home. Worked in the yard and awaited my beloved Sugar Pop's arrival with my new friend. We'll call her Skittles. Because she tastes like the rainbow.
So I go over in my pjs, cause IDGAF, and we of course proceed to ingest copious amounts of alcohol. This is, by enlarge, the theme of the weekend. Awake? Have a drink. (bare with me, this is not a recount of my weekend. I have a point)
So we go to a restaurant and thoroughly enjoy ourselves, the next day I go to a crawfish festival with everyone and absolutely tear that shit up! Run in to a friend from Houston that just moved, catch up there. Of course, drink booze. Come home, go to sleep. Next day is sunday. A day to be celebrated! A day of rest! Mas booze please!
The point I'm making here is, my life is fun. But I've MADE it that way. The way I've done that? Doing my best to balance pleasing myself and others. Because it is a balance. Life is a very crazy balance and I'm trying to feel it out. Between piggy back rides to take shots of mad dog and celebrating Sunday by the pool, I've discovered that life is taken a little too seriously sometimes. I used to take it WAY too seriously. Recently. But through no actions that I am at all aware of, I've suddenly seen the light! I've suddenly realized that if I can go through life without destroying other people too much but just do what I want (sometimes without really thinking), I can probably keep myself happy.
I used to take a lot of shit. I used to make a lot of excuses for the way people treat me. Cheating, lying disrespect, stealing, etc. I was pretty damn good at it too. But then I realized, it doesn't really matter. AIDs epidemic matters. World hunger matters. The crisis in Japan matters. 99% of the stuff that's happened to me just doesn't. And that's not a sad thing, that's just logic. I will die before I become anything but a realist, and that's just plain real. So I need to stop taking things so seriously. As long as I'm not destroying other people, and not letting them destroy me, and I can find that balance, I'm gonna be happy. I'm gonna be able to enjoy my life and live it as a good, strong woman.
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