Welp, It's 2016... What are your resolutions they will ask...
I don't make resolutions. I find the whole thing, the party, the holiday.. I find it all quite preposterous if I may.. Could someone tell me why we have a holiday to celebrate the beginning of another year but we don't have a holiday for our vets who gave their lives for our freedom?
Something isn't right if you ask me.
Anyways, for 2016 I have promised myself to not sway from me. I like me. I won't compromise again, I won't keep negative people in my life because I think I owe it to them. I won't be someone I'm not. I won't pretend to like something. I won't try the mushroom coated meat because I fucking hate mushrooms. I will order poached eggs even if they cost me $1 extra, because poached eggs are my fucking favorite.
I'm going to share with you something that happened, an interesting revelation from a few weeks ago. I finally got a tattoo - commemorating my Not-So-Fun-Motorcycle-Sommersault from 5 years ago. I posted a picture of the tattoo on social media (The book of Face & Insta) It got a pile of likes, but that isn't the point. Out of all the likes it received, do you know who didn't like the post?
The people who were with me the day it happened.
(except one - KG - but he doesn't count because he was blacklisted before me)
Those 16 people I was with that day, who went back to the campsite while I was transported to a hospital. The people that I called my friends, up until they proved they weren't.
Them not liking my picture isn't the part that bothers me tho.. Not at all. The part that REALLY gets me, is the why. Once of them contacted me, privately - letting me know that they actually liked the tattoo & what it represented.. BUT they couldn't like it publicly because the BigGuy may see it. And they don't want to upset him.
Seriously? SERIOUSLY?
You can't like my post, you can't show me support... Because you are afraid that my ex may see it somehow and it would upset him?
I wish I was kidding. My friends.. so concerned about what the BigGuy thinks that they are afraid to like a stupid picture on social media. So worried what the BigGuy may think if he finds out that they text me every once in a while, to see how I am doing. One I met before I met the BigGuy, after seeing him kms away from where we live, after chatting at the side of the road for 10 mins, wishes me well then promptly removes me from his facebook friends list.. Another, who had to look around the store before giving me an awkward hug, just in case someone may see ...
Well fuck that.. and fuck you too. I don't need, nor do I want "Friends" like that.
The people I surround myself with now are not sheep. They do not believe what they are told to believe; they think for themselves. They aren't afraid to speak up and say something no matter who knows, or who is watching.
That's my promise to myself. To stay true to me, and true to the people who love me for me & hate me for me.. Not because someone told them to.
Happy 2016 dear readers..
I don't make resolutions. I find the whole thing, the party, the holiday.. I find it all quite preposterous if I may.. Could someone tell me why we have a holiday to celebrate the beginning of another year but we don't have a holiday for our vets who gave their lives for our freedom?
Something isn't right if you ask me.
Anyways, for 2016 I have promised myself to not sway from me. I like me. I won't compromise again, I won't keep negative people in my life because I think I owe it to them. I won't be someone I'm not. I won't pretend to like something. I won't try the mushroom coated meat because I fucking hate mushrooms. I will order poached eggs even if they cost me $1 extra, because poached eggs are my fucking favorite.
I'm going to share with you something that happened, an interesting revelation from a few weeks ago. I finally got a tattoo - commemorating my Not-So-Fun-Motorcycle-Sommersault from 5 years ago. I posted a picture of the tattoo on social media (The book of Face & Insta) It got a pile of likes, but that isn't the point. Out of all the likes it received, do you know who didn't like the post?
The people who were with me the day it happened.
(except one - KG - but he doesn't count because he was blacklisted before me)
Those 16 people I was with that day, who went back to the campsite while I was transported to a hospital. The people that I called my friends, up until they proved they weren't.
Them not liking my picture isn't the part that bothers me tho.. Not at all. The part that REALLY gets me, is the why. Once of them contacted me, privately - letting me know that they actually liked the tattoo & what it represented.. BUT they couldn't like it publicly because the BigGuy may see it. And they don't want to upset him.
Seriously? SERIOUSLY?
You can't like my post, you can't show me support... Because you are afraid that my ex may see it somehow and it would upset him?
I wish I was kidding. My friends.. so concerned about what the BigGuy thinks that they are afraid to like a stupid picture on social media. So worried what the BigGuy may think if he finds out that they text me every once in a while, to see how I am doing. One I met before I met the BigGuy, after seeing him kms away from where we live, after chatting at the side of the road for 10 mins, wishes me well then promptly removes me from his facebook friends list.. Another, who had to look around the store before giving me an awkward hug, just in case someone may see ...
Well fuck that.. and fuck you too. I don't need, nor do I want "Friends" like that.
The people I surround myself with now are not sheep. They do not believe what they are told to believe; they think for themselves. They aren't afraid to speak up and say something no matter who knows, or who is watching.
That's my promise to myself. To stay true to me, and true to the people who love me for me & hate me for me.. Not because someone told them to.
Happy 2016 dear readers..