Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Just Fine.
Still loving.
Thanks, you rock.
**********
I'm not the most perfect person. I make mistakes and often times they're not pretty. I place a pretty high standard on myself for deadlines and projects and updates and schedules. I try not to have those for other people, but can get irritated when people slow my roll.
Sometimes so much that I forget that they're people.
I messed up the other day pretty badly. And apologized profusely. But the person decided that they'd had enough and ended up leaving the show. I'm not proud of this, in the slightest. I hurt them, not intentionally, but with the wrong comment at the wrong moment.
My friends and associates are telling me it's not my fault. That she left because she'd been looking to leave for a while. That she was unreliable, flaky and she should have just gotten over it and accepted my apology. And on some level, I know they're wrong. But here's what I want to know...
Why is it so easy for people to forgive others and not forgive me?
How do I not get crucified every time all I do is just SAY THE WRONG THING? For god's sake, I'm only human. Or are you just upset that I finally spoke up for myself?
I just feel like people refuse, REFUSE to apologize or forgive me. Like, if I'm not perfect, that for some reason I'm not worth being their friend. For crying out loud, I'm only human. If I touched a nerve, and then I apologize, doesn't it mean that you have to get over it.
Well you know what? Doesn't matter to me anymore. See Mary above (hey, it's the 15 year old Penny doing a song lyrics post!):
Let it go……
Can’t let this thing called love get away from you
Feel free right now, going do what you want to do
Can’t let nobody take it away, from you, from me, from we
No time for moping around, are you kidding?
And no time for negative vibes, cause I’m winning
It’s been a long week, I put in my hardest
Gonna live my life, feels so good to get it right
So I like what I see when I’m looking at me
When I’m walking past the mirror
No stress through the night, at a time in my life
Ain’t worried about if you feel it
Got my head on straight, I got my mind right
I aint gonna let you kill it
You see I wouldn’t change my life, my life’s just…..
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
You see I wouldn’t change my life, my life’s just fine
Feels so good, when you’re doing all the things that you want to do
Get the best out of life, treat yourself to something new
Keep your head up high
In yourself, believe in you, believe in me
Having a really good time, I’m not complaining
And I’m a still wear a smile if it raining
I got to enjoy myself regardless
I appreciate life, I’m so glad I got mine
So I like what I see when I’m looking at me
I aint gon’ let nothing get in my way
(I ain't gone let nobody bring me down, no, no, no)
No matter what nobody has to say
(No way, no way, no way)
I ain’t gon’ let nothing get in my way
No matter what nobody has to say
Feels so good, when you’re doing all the things that you want to do
Get the best out of life, treat yourself to something new
It’s a really good thing to say
That I won’t change my life, my life’s just fine
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
Just fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, ooooh
You see I won’t change my life, my life’s just fine
Monday, May 28, 2012
With or Without You
"These people are not my friends."
It's equally weird to live with someone for over a year and realize that this person is absolutely self-centered and think:
"This person is not my friend."
And it's weird to spend time with and associate with and care for people that are not my friends. These are not people who are going to visit me in the hospital, bring me chicken soup when I'm sick or help me pick up my car should it get towed. These are not people I trust, nor are they people who I think I have the same values as.
I'm hanging out with them, because I feel like I'm personally building something better. Because the people that ARE my friends weren't there today. And because people often present themselves as something they're not.
Let's be sure of something, these are people I WANTED to be friends with. But at the end of the day, I still don't get that snarky, middle school, cooler than thou attitude. I'm such that person who takes things at face value; it's pretty naive, but I just don't get that making fun of others is that cool. I don't get that being fake to people that are trying or being two-faced to others is all that great. But it's what I'm dealing with. So I end up spending a lot of time alone. Alone because to have to deal with that fakeness is so ultimately unappealing.
Here are generally the reasons people contact me:
-They have a problem and they want someone to listen to them
-They have a problem and want me to solve it. Apparently I am now the holder of: phone numbers, bank accounts, directions and recipes
-They want to know if I can help them get something
-They want to know if I'll help them clean something, move something, organize something or produce something
They generally do NOT call me if:
-They want to hang out
-They want to go/do something cool
-They're having a party and they want me to attend
People generally treat me:
-Like I'm their servant
-Like I'm their secretary
-Like I'm dispensable
-Like I am their therapist
People do not generally treat me:
-Like I am good at what I do
-With respect
-Like I am likeable or good (unless they want something)
It's late, I'm rambling, I just wanted someone to listen. But turns out, people are too busy talking to listen. Too busy thinking about themselves to think about others. Thanks to DC and ML who listened to me today. I wish they were still awake to talk to. I always get stuck in deep thoughts way too late at night for anyone to be out there for me to chat to. Maybe I should become friends with a insomniac...
Thursday, February 16, 2012
I'll take Potpourri for $500 Alex...

Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Veggietales
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Tip the scales.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Missing you.
Maybe because I was painfully aware of my size, I cultivated an awareness of all of my life. A deep knowing. A way of sensing and trusting and believing that others won’t, or can’t, know as well. Maybe I feel deeper. More purely and intensely.
Maybe when I learned to, finally, love just being alone with myself, I fell harder in love than others ever will.
Maybe my present is more precious.
Maybe because my heart has ripped, and lost pieces, and still has visible stretch marks and sewn seams, my character will be ultimately more resilient.
The thing is, it’s easy to find the bad. I’m cynical. Pessimistic and realistic, too weathered to seem breezy. I can, and do, look at situations in pros and cons. But what I’ve come to know as true, in the last twenty-six years is that I am everything I’ve ever been.
Moi aussi!
- Pen
- 20 something. Singer/designer/blogger. My last blog is now permanently lost in the ether, but I've been writing online since 1995. And so it begins...
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