Women. Those over emotional sensitive creatures. What the hell is wrong with us anyway? In my opinion: Nothing. A lot of rightness comes through tears, and crying is inevitable if you are a woman. And that’s oKay.
We cry. We drop tears from ours eyes because we FEEL things and our inner self is aware of what we feel, and even when our face doesn’t show it, our mind still knows it and so we cry. We release the shit. Our tears are a sign of expression. It doesn’t have to be good or bad or over analyzed by the critical and judgmental kind. Our tears are shed for many reasons and yeah, most of the times we can’t even explain why in the hell these warm droplets are sliding down our cheeks in random spurts, but we know that it feels better to let them out than to hold them in and so, well, we cry.
We are women and our crying is a biological necessity. Our bodies are an estrogen and progesterone roller coaster and none of us agreed to getting on the ride. We are emotional beings and we FEEL. The more we FEEL, the more human we are. We are in touch with the deepest part of our soul. We dare to go there and risk to embrace it. Tears are a sign that we give a shit. We care. Our hearts are affected by the things that touch our lives, the things that disrupt our lives, and the things that leave our lives.
Only a true woman knows that tears can burst at the most inopportune moments and it doesn’t have to be defined by a single incident or explained in some rational fashion. Sometimes they shock the hell out of me, but when they want to come, they want to come, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. Sometimes I think they build up inside our hearts like tiny little layers and suddenly spill when there’s not enough space to contain the anger and shield the frustration.
Certain words people say seem to trickle in and we think we let them go, but sometimes we don’t. Sometimes words linger and we can’t forget them. Sometimes our eyes feel like they’re growing big and heavy, the pupils burn and the upper lids sting, but we can contain it, we can hold that thin layer of liquid just long enough so that it dries up by the fourth blink and the tears hide away again. We control it. We say we’re being silly and may even giggle at this little game our tears are playing, but sometimes it doesn’t work. Sometimes that little lump that we hold at the core of our throat that seems to throb like a tiny swollen heartbeat can only sit there so long before it starts to convulse and then it falls into our heart and the tears rise up and it’s over. Release comes.
So we cry. What’s the big deal? We embrace the hurt and the joy in our lives, and whether or not we know the exact occurrence that broke this dam we tried to build, we just let the fuckin’ tide roll because we must. I think there’s an unsaid rule for every creature that was born with a vagina that we must, at least once a month have a good cry. It doesn’t have to mean anything at all. Sometimes I spend entirely too much time trying to figure out why in the hell I’m crying because I can’t quite put my finger on anything so drastic that should warrant such an array of tears, but I never find a decent answer. It’s an abundance of shit, but I’m sure that every tear flows for it’s own special reason and it isn’t meant to be understood either.
Tears are nothing to be ashamed of and nothing to judge. They are merely an orgasm of emotional build up, a bridge between our heart and our mind, they are a thought intensified. A good hard cry is inevitable, and then you hold your head high and start over again. It takes a strong woman to respect herself enough to cry her heart out and own it. “I am woman, hear me CRY.”
Friday, March 25, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Patience: Is it a virtue?
"Nothing gives one person so much advantage over another as to remain always cool and unruffled under all circumstances." Thomas Jefferson (*I agree with this Mr. Jefferson)
I agree that people should not fly off the handle and explode with impatience (even though I do this at times! Hey, I'm not perfect), but there is a limit to the level of patience a person should have to try and attain, and under what conditions...
Is patience a virtue? At times yes, but mostly no, well, in my book that is..
I understand that some may see patience as a gift or some special ability that people should strive to have, but I see the overly patient type person as more of a curse than a blessing...
Being a person who seems to have been born without patience and does not see that changing, I cringe whenever I even think of the words “be patient.” UGH. I take pride in the fact that I get things done in a timely fashion, I am where I’ll be when I say I’ll be, and rarely has a person ever had to wait on me to complete something. I strive to stay two steps ahead of the game and am usually contemplating my next move before I have completed my last one, and this makes me totally comfortable and at ease (though at times, flawed). Because of the inner workings of my brain, I expect others to somehow think along these same lines, however we do not all have the same chemical make-up and must adjust to how those around us think. This can be a struggle.
It’s not so much waiting that irritates me, but more so, the inconsideration of actions and other people’s lack of common sense that may lead up to the need for me to struggle to be patient. For example, I’m at a red stop light. It turns green, yet the car in front of me does not move. Maybe they’re fiddling with the radio, enjoying the blue sky in the distance, or sending a text. I’ll give them 5 seconds, but after that I’m honking! A nice friendly little honk is how I see it, I’m “helping” keep things moving. I’m not going to just stare at the green light at a dead stop and think “now stay patient, they’ll see the green light soon here...”
Another example (and this happens A LOT)... We’ve all been in the line at the store where the person ahead of you is going suuuuuper sloooooow. It takes them 4 minutes to unload a 10 item cart and then the cashier has to comment on every item and suddenly these two strangers are chatting up the weather or talking about the kid they’re buying the sponge bob toothbrush for and “oh I really think Johnny will brush them better now..” la ti da...meanwhile I’m on a 5 minute time crunch to check out and have to hold my hands over my eyes to prevent them from bulging out of their sockets in complete shock. UGH! Patience is painful in times like these when people are being inconsiderate of a full line of people behind them! The lack of common sense makes my blood boil, and I’m sorry, but patience in an occurrence like this should not be expected.
I find that most people who claim to be patient usually don’t have as much motivation as us poor impatient spitfires. Sorry, but that’s just how I feel. I also do not believe that good things come to those who wait. Sit around and wait, but everyone else is out getting what you want and living life while you “wait” for things to fall into your lap and opportunity to knock your door down. I also find that those who claim to be procrastinators are somewhat sugar coating the fact that they’re slightly disorganized. And don't even get me started on people who are late...
You know the person that people say is “always late.” This is not a compliment people.
Ok, so there’s always 2 sides to all of my arguments! So when is patience good?
You must exude patience to complete the tasks necessary to get that college degree.
It’s imperative to be patient with your child while he struggles to get potty trained (also being patient with a new puppy who can’t remember to not pee on the carpet!)
Being patient when recovering through an injury to heal your body properly without attempting to rush therapy is the key to getting well again.
Be patient in love, never rush a relationship. Never rush an orgasm either :)
Baking requires a lot of patience and it also soothes my soul. I can be patient all day for that kind of delicious outcome!
Watching a sunset is beautiful, no one would rush that! The sun could take hours to rise and I’d have the patience to watch it (well if I had the time that is)
Offer to play scrabble with me and I will show you the patience of a god....
Patience can be a good thing in the proper circumstances, but it isn’t “always” a virtue.
OMG have I rambled on with this blog! I could go on all night, but even I'm getting bored here. For anyone who made it to the very end, you must be a very patient person. Bravo to you! :-)
*I just got really impatient proofreading this, so I apologize for any typos! Have a good night!
I agree that people should not fly off the handle and explode with impatience (even though I do this at times! Hey, I'm not perfect), but there is a limit to the level of patience a person should have to try and attain, and under what conditions...
Is patience a virtue? At times yes, but mostly no, well, in my book that is..
I understand that some may see patience as a gift or some special ability that people should strive to have, but I see the overly patient type person as more of a curse than a blessing...
Being a person who seems to have been born without patience and does not see that changing, I cringe whenever I even think of the words “be patient.” UGH. I take pride in the fact that I get things done in a timely fashion, I am where I’ll be when I say I’ll be, and rarely has a person ever had to wait on me to complete something. I strive to stay two steps ahead of the game and am usually contemplating my next move before I have completed my last one, and this makes me totally comfortable and at ease (though at times, flawed). Because of the inner workings of my brain, I expect others to somehow think along these same lines, however we do not all have the same chemical make-up and must adjust to how those around us think. This can be a struggle.
It’s not so much waiting that irritates me, but more so, the inconsideration of actions and other people’s lack of common sense that may lead up to the need for me to struggle to be patient. For example, I’m at a red stop light. It turns green, yet the car in front of me does not move. Maybe they’re fiddling with the radio, enjoying the blue sky in the distance, or sending a text. I’ll give them 5 seconds, but after that I’m honking! A nice friendly little honk is how I see it, I’m “helping” keep things moving. I’m not going to just stare at the green light at a dead stop and think “now stay patient, they’ll see the green light soon here...”
Another example (and this happens A LOT)... We’ve all been in the line at the store where the person ahead of you is going suuuuuper sloooooow. It takes them 4 minutes to unload a 10 item cart and then the cashier has to comment on every item and suddenly these two strangers are chatting up the weather or talking about the kid they’re buying the sponge bob toothbrush for and “oh I really think Johnny will brush them better now..” la ti da...meanwhile I’m on a 5 minute time crunch to check out and have to hold my hands over my eyes to prevent them from bulging out of their sockets in complete shock. UGH! Patience is painful in times like these when people are being inconsiderate of a full line of people behind them! The lack of common sense makes my blood boil, and I’m sorry, but patience in an occurrence like this should not be expected.
I find that most people who claim to be patient usually don’t have as much motivation as us poor impatient spitfires. Sorry, but that’s just how I feel. I also do not believe that good things come to those who wait. Sit around and wait, but everyone else is out getting what you want and living life while you “wait” for things to fall into your lap and opportunity to knock your door down. I also find that those who claim to be procrastinators are somewhat sugar coating the fact that they’re slightly disorganized. And don't even get me started on people who are late...
You know the person that people say is “always late.” This is not a compliment people.
Ok, so there’s always 2 sides to all of my arguments! So when is patience good?
You must exude patience to complete the tasks necessary to get that college degree.
It’s imperative to be patient with your child while he struggles to get potty trained (also being patient with a new puppy who can’t remember to not pee on the carpet!)
Being patient when recovering through an injury to heal your body properly without attempting to rush therapy is the key to getting well again.
Be patient in love, never rush a relationship. Never rush an orgasm either :)
Baking requires a lot of patience and it also soothes my soul. I can be patient all day for that kind of delicious outcome!
Watching a sunset is beautiful, no one would rush that! The sun could take hours to rise and I’d have the patience to watch it (well if I had the time that is)
Offer to play scrabble with me and I will show you the patience of a god....
Patience can be a good thing in the proper circumstances, but it isn’t “always” a virtue.
OMG have I rambled on with this blog! I could go on all night, but even I'm getting bored here. For anyone who made it to the very end, you must be a very patient person. Bravo to you! :-)
*I just got really impatient proofreading this, so I apologize for any typos! Have a good night!
Friday, March 4, 2011
The award for the best facial peel EVER goes to....
(cue drum roll) Da-da-da-da....
The MOST amazing facial peel that you can do YOURSELF is...
Juice Beauty Green Apple Peel! (full strength)
Do you ever try a product and feel like you’ve discovered some secret or found a hidden treasure? This is that product for me. I loved it so much I feel compelled to share it!
This stuff is a miracle in a jar. It truly is. It does exactly what it says it will. My skin feels refreshed, pore less, softer than silk, and smooth as a polished stone. My skin glows. I feel better than I do when I’ve left the spa. I’ve had pumpkin peels before, oxygen facials, you name it, for way too much money. I needed something better.
This product is compared to in office acid peels and got rave reviews across the board so I decided to give it a try. Not one to spend money on a product before I try it, I found a way to get it FREE. I got a free $15 value sample at Sephora.com. It came with a moisturizer sample as well which I also love. That deal may be over now, but if you go to the store, they will gladly give you a free sample. I love Sephora!
I like the fact that all of the ingredients are organic and it works it’s magic in 10-15 minutes. This is strong though, the peel contains all those happy little alpha and hydroxy acids that are supposed to fix our aging woes (wrinkles, sun damage, age spots) at just the right level of intensity. It tingles, but in a good way. It smells like fresh apples so that helps! There is a sensitive version as well, but this was perfect for me and my skin is sensitive at times. Be careful if you have any type of a scratches or perforations on your skin...it will sting like a SOB if the peel hits it, so avoid those areas!
I’m going to order a big jar of this stuff and use it weekly. The longer you use the product the more intense the results according to the reviews. So let’s see... If I give myself a green apple peel once a week for 1 year, that should bring me right back to the ripe age of 22 by March of 2012...or something like that, math is not my forte :)
Thursday, March 3, 2011
What's on the inside counts, but looks still matter!
While I do believe, at the end of the day, true beauty is within us and there are some really pretty faces in the world with very ugly souls, I also feel our exterior shell can be seen as a reflection of our interior traits. Looks are not EVERYTHING, but you’d be silly to think they aren’t SOMETHING....
When people say “looks don’t matter, it’s what’s on the inside that counts” I can grasp that concept, but like everything, it’s only true to an extent. Of course our outer appearance matters, I mean who’s kidding who here? Models are air brushed on magazine covers for a reason, people don’t want to look at blemished faces, flat hair, and yellowing teeth. Nothing would sell! Face it, this is the truth. People are drawn to beauty. It plays a part in more ways than people care to think.
Are you going to hire someone who walks into an interview dressed in wrinkled clothes with bad breath, dirty fingernails, and dandruff flakes scattered on their shoulders or someone that comes in wearing a tailored suit with well groomed hair and a strong poise? The smelly guy may be may be a genius, but the person doing the hiring would never know that because they aren’t going to choose him.
Think of a present. A neatly wrapped square box in shiny red paper with a silver bow tied neatly to the top. Now think of a box wrapped in a brown grocery bag that has a shoe print on the side and haphazardly taped together. Would you choose the more appealing one? I would. I would just assume there was something pretty and nice inside of the red gift wrap and probably a pair of old boots in the brown sacked one.
A person that respects the outside of their body is more likely to respect the inside of their body, their physical and mental health are probably more balanced, and they probably take things more seriously. I would rather approach someone who looks well polished. People that take the time to floss their teeth, do their hair, and put on lip stick (ladies, please do not go bare lipped!) will always have an edge up on those who don’t care about how they look. When you look good, you feel good, and that depicts how you carry yourself and your confidence level. This is how the human mind works. Tests have been done to prove that fact time and time again. I think everyone should wear a nice spritz of cologne or perfume, it only takes a second, but makes such a difference. Think of it as the icing on the cake!
Face it, people cannot see through your skin and bones at the loving heart your chest may hold. I know it’s sad, but true. They can get to know you through time though and get to know your endearing soul, but it’s less likely for someone to be interested in discovering the true you if your exterior is a complete catastrophe.
I’m not saying everyone has to struggle to try and be a 10, I’m just saying to make the best of what you have. If you were born with a really big nose, frizzy hair, and oil slick skin, you can deal with that. There is a product for everything under the sun, and there are types of clothing to flatter almost any body type. I’m just saying to take a shower, smell fresh, dress appropriately, and wear a smile for gods sake. Your outer appearance IS a key to the inner workings of your personality. Polishing up the outside only makes it easier express your shiny inside!
When people say “looks don’t matter, it’s what’s on the inside that counts” I can grasp that concept, but like everything, it’s only true to an extent. Of course our outer appearance matters, I mean who’s kidding who here? Models are air brushed on magazine covers for a reason, people don’t want to look at blemished faces, flat hair, and yellowing teeth. Nothing would sell! Face it, this is the truth. People are drawn to beauty. It plays a part in more ways than people care to think.
Are you going to hire someone who walks into an interview dressed in wrinkled clothes with bad breath, dirty fingernails, and dandruff flakes scattered on their shoulders or someone that comes in wearing a tailored suit with well groomed hair and a strong poise? The smelly guy may be may be a genius, but the person doing the hiring would never know that because they aren’t going to choose him.
Think of a present. A neatly wrapped square box in shiny red paper with a silver bow tied neatly to the top. Now think of a box wrapped in a brown grocery bag that has a shoe print on the side and haphazardly taped together. Would you choose the more appealing one? I would. I would just assume there was something pretty and nice inside of the red gift wrap and probably a pair of old boots in the brown sacked one.
A person that respects the outside of their body is more likely to respect the inside of their body, their physical and mental health are probably more balanced, and they probably take things more seriously. I would rather approach someone who looks well polished. People that take the time to floss their teeth, do their hair, and put on lip stick (ladies, please do not go bare lipped!) will always have an edge up on those who don’t care about how they look. When you look good, you feel good, and that depicts how you carry yourself and your confidence level. This is how the human mind works. Tests have been done to prove that fact time and time again. I think everyone should wear a nice spritz of cologne or perfume, it only takes a second, but makes such a difference. Think of it as the icing on the cake!
Face it, people cannot see through your skin and bones at the loving heart your chest may hold. I know it’s sad, but true. They can get to know you through time though and get to know your endearing soul, but it’s less likely for someone to be interested in discovering the true you if your exterior is a complete catastrophe.
I’m not saying everyone has to struggle to try and be a 10, I’m just saying to make the best of what you have. If you were born with a really big nose, frizzy hair, and oil slick skin, you can deal with that. There is a product for everything under the sun, and there are types of clothing to flatter almost any body type. I’m just saying to take a shower, smell fresh, dress appropriately, and wear a smile for gods sake. Your outer appearance IS a key to the inner workings of your personality. Polishing up the outside only makes it easier express your shiny inside!
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
A few words to Charlie Sheen....
Dear Charlie Sheen,
Grow the hell up and get your shit together. The baby daddies on Teen Mom are better fit for fatherhood than your sorry ass, coke snortin’, prostitute screwin’, hard boozin, wife beatin’ piece of crap. I don’t care how good of an actor you are or how much $$$ you got in the bank. Fame cannot earn you respect. Money cannot buy you a free pass at intelligence in the eyes of the public. At the end of day, NO, people don’t really give two shits about your life and we don’t go to sleep at night wondering who Charlie Sheen is banging or whether or not he’s wasted in some hotel room with some ho tied up in a bathroom while he’s blurry eyed and breathing through a nose that’s clogged with coke, but guess what? We have to hear about it on the radio, watch it on the entertainment news, and see photos of it on the internet and magazine covers. So with your bloody fame breathing down our necks, of course we are forced to make some sort of opinion on the nature of your actions. I thought you sucked long long ago, but everyone else seemed to think you were such a great actor, that it somehow condoned it all. I’m just so over the rich and famous prancing around on the red carpet and sucking up the lime light, and lavishing in the Hollywood glory of seeing their face in multiple films, but the second they do something raunchy and down right disgusting they’re all “oh my private life is none of your business.” Excuse me? Your private life depicts the true YOU, it lets your true personality step out of the shadow of the fictional character you play, and this Charlie Sheen, helps us decide whether or not we want to invest our time watching you enjoy the thrill of being so talented at your skill. Maybe I don’t want to contribute to your pay check by watching your show so that you can spend more $$ on drugs and ho-bags while potentially disrupting the well being of your children.
Gaahh! And now you’re prancing around back on the set of “Two and a half Men” (a-hem you’re not even 1/2 a man by the way) with some hot little barely 18 blonde little bimbo on your arm, making out in between sets but telling everyone it’s nobody’s fucking business who she is. You’re such an idiot you probably assume she actually thinks you're hot even though you look like a wrinkled old grandpa next to her and she has that twinkle in her eye because she's pretty proud of herself for getting her photo in a gossip magazine, but if you didn’t have $$ she wouldn’t look twice at your tired old monkey face... Charlie Sheen, you ooze douche bag to me in so many ways I cannot even stand to discuss it anymore, so my rant needs to end before I try to rip up my computer screen for allowing your name to even be typed on it!
So please. Grow up so the tabloids have a reason to shut up. I’m tired of looking at your face. And quit trying to look all suave and sexy when you look at the camera, because at your age, it just comes across as looking confused....
Thursday, February 10, 2011
The benefits of "Beer drinking chics"
According to a study done by OkCupid, women who prefer the taste of beer are more likely to sleep with you on the first date... Um....duh? Ha ha.
No really. How a person could conduct a study based on your taste for beer and equate it to if you’ll do the dirty on the first date is beyond me, but it does kind of make sense. Maybe a little bit?
Ok so I kind of agree with this, not because I like the taste of beer and I’m proof of this little study, but well...I like my fellow beer drinking girls and I think there’s a true meaning behind this test by OkCupid.
Why? Well, here’s a few things I know about girls that drink beer:
They don’t always have to be prim and proper and act like a lady. They can belch out loud and look hot while doing it, rather than cup their mouth in shame...in fact, they have no shame.
They laugh at their bold indiscretion. Beer drinking girls are who they are. No fakes here. If they want to jump your bones on the first date, they do so because they want what they want when they want it and would do the walk of shame with their head held high. Oh wait- walk of shame? Shiiii- they own it like the walk of fame girl.
Girls who drink beer usually know how to shoot pool, throw darts, and well, drop it like it’s hot. On the dance floor and in the bed...
Girls who prefer a bottle of beer to a glass of chardonnay usually know how to hold their own and hang-with-the-boys so they say. They aren’t specific, they’re usually not too picky, not too opinionated, and can go with the flow. (All of this I think I know from beer drinker’s?!) I know! Such crazy opinions have...
A beer drinking girl can whip her hair at a concert, walk in mud and rain to get to a tent that has beer and sit on a broken down lawn chair and enjoy that beer with a smile on her face. Why? Because beer drinking girls understand the simple things like good music, a round of friends, and well, a cold bottle of beer. Nothing is too serious or too dramatic. Sex on the first date really isn’t THAT big of a deal to them either.
If you’re on a first date and you ask the girl what she wants to drink and she replies “Oh I’ll just have a beer.” Chances are you’re getting it in. Well about a 60% chance, according to this study.
The way I see it, a beer drinking girl is comfortable in her skin, she knows who she is, what she wants, and she’s not afraid to get IT.
If the girl wants wine, she probably likes to take things slow (hence the sipping) and doesn’t want to get toooo tipsy. She likes to look well polished and not get her hair all out of order ...
A girl that hops on the shots right away is insecure and trying too hard. She’ll probably end up like a hot mess later and you won’t be able to get her OUT of the bed if she makes it to it. Her performance will not be up to par either, unlike the beer drinking girl who doesn't have to wonder what you think or if you’ll take her home because she assumes you think she’s awesome and she knows you want to take her home.
So, cheers to all my bottle loving, brew hugging, dirty doing little bitches out there in the world tonight. May your first date start with a beer and end with a bang.
I think I’ll drink to that :)
No really. How a person could conduct a study based on your taste for beer and equate it to if you’ll do the dirty on the first date is beyond me, but it does kind of make sense. Maybe a little bit?
Ok so I kind of agree with this, not because I like the taste of beer and I’m proof of this little study, but well...I like my fellow beer drinking girls and I think there’s a true meaning behind this test by OkCupid.
Why? Well, here’s a few things I know about girls that drink beer:
They don’t always have to be prim and proper and act like a lady. They can belch out loud and look hot while doing it, rather than cup their mouth in shame...in fact, they have no shame.
They laugh at their bold indiscretion. Beer drinking girls are who they are. No fakes here. If they want to jump your bones on the first date, they do so because they want what they want when they want it and would do the walk of shame with their head held high. Oh wait- walk of shame? Shiiii- they own it like the walk of fame girl.
Girls who drink beer usually know how to shoot pool, throw darts, and well, drop it like it’s hot. On the dance floor and in the bed...
Girls who prefer a bottle of beer to a glass of chardonnay usually know how to hold their own and hang-with-the-boys so they say. They aren’t specific, they’re usually not too picky, not too opinionated, and can go with the flow. (All of this I think I know from beer drinker’s?!) I know! Such crazy opinions have...
A beer drinking girl can whip her hair at a concert, walk in mud and rain to get to a tent that has beer and sit on a broken down lawn chair and enjoy that beer with a smile on her face. Why? Because beer drinking girls understand the simple things like good music, a round of friends, and well, a cold bottle of beer. Nothing is too serious or too dramatic. Sex on the first date really isn’t THAT big of a deal to them either.
If you’re on a first date and you ask the girl what she wants to drink and she replies “Oh I’ll just have a beer.” Chances are you’re getting it in. Well about a 60% chance, according to this study.
The way I see it, a beer drinking girl is comfortable in her skin, she knows who she is, what she wants, and she’s not afraid to get IT.
If the girl wants wine, she probably likes to take things slow (hence the sipping) and doesn’t want to get toooo tipsy. She likes to look well polished and not get her hair all out of order ...
A girl that hops on the shots right away is insecure and trying too hard. She’ll probably end up like a hot mess later and you won’t be able to get her OUT of the bed if she makes it to it. Her performance will not be up to par either, unlike the beer drinking girl who doesn't have to wonder what you think or if you’ll take her home because she assumes you think she’s awesome and she knows you want to take her home.
So, cheers to all my bottle loving, brew hugging, dirty doing little bitches out there in the world tonight. May your first date start with a beer and end with a bang.
I think I’ll drink to that :)
Saturday, January 15, 2011
I'm a Gemini now?! Well that just explains EVERYTHING!
What?! You mean I’m not a reserved,sensitive, moody, prudent, domestic, traditionalist? I’m not a Cancer?!
I’m not huge into astrological signs, but after hearing about recent talk of the Earth’s wobble on its axis, creating a one-month bump in the alignment of the stars, I decided to do some research. My July 6th birthday would have formerly been a Cancer sign, but it is now a Gemini. This makes absolute and total sense to me when reading the description of this sign. I’ve always felt like many of the attributes of a Cancer did not accurately describe me at all. Gemini however? Hits the nail on the head.
I have always said I felt like I was a multitude of personalities, I even attempted to explain this in my facebook bio. Anyone who knows me has heard me say I have multiple personalities, but not to be considered a disorder, as I feel very orderly in my mind as a whole. One of the main traits of being born a Gemini is their dual personalities and ability to change mood from moment to moment. Hello? That’s totally me. Along with wit, brilliancy, and the description of “the life of the party”, I can’t help but feel I fit into this category. Confidence, not arrogance people, and yes there is a world of difference!
A Gemini is not expected to be constant with their ideas and plans (I always say how indecisive I am, and feel comfortable letting others make choices for me). Geminis are the most difficult to understand, having the affect of being hot and cold within the same moment. I get this. I am this. I have never understood it though. They “lack continuity on purpose.” I get this too. I have a tendency to be my own worst enemy, jeopardizing pieces of my life, without realizing I’m doing it which explains the twin sides of Gemini which perpetually pull in opposite directions. This explains so much you have no idea.
Gemini's are described as human puzzles, while loving passionately, they can be inconstant at the same moment...this describes my 20’s perfectly. My husband, who was born 8 days after me falls into the same horoscope and since his mindset is similar to mine, it helps that we both understand our puzzling ways. Speaking of puzzles though, we do fit together perfectly.
To Gemini's, every moment has a separate existence and they can quickly see the weak points of those they meet, while reducing it all with sarcasm and wit. How very true this is. Cancer sign would say I am easily hurt by the slights of others, but I never felt that described me. While I am intrigued by others thought and opinion of me, I have never let it directly affect my view of myself or disrupt my actions. An overly sensitive Cancer is not me at all, unless I’m in the throes of PMS of course!
Cancer’s are known to be good at accumulating things, but I have no problem tossing out things I don’t need and hate extra stuff lying around. I am also not over-anxious about financial matters, like the Cancers are.
Also, Cancers are described as having a deep love for “their people” and stick firm to family traditions and customs. This is so not me! I blend with all people and can’t stand it when people lack the ability to embrace change and be different. I would rather be my own person and not succumb to the one-track minds of conformity. I do not subscribe to any specific religion and am totally comfortable with changing my mind about all aspects of life. I am a Gemini you see. That’s what they do!
Cancers are very timid and are afraid of refusal. This couldn’t be further from my personality. Difficult to make friends? That is a Cancer, but honey that is not me. I am the social butterfly. I am entertaining. I am delightful. I have wit. I am a Gemini!
If I ever feel shy, intimidated, or unsocial, all I have to do is remember that I am a GEMINI now and that is not what a GEMINI would be like damn it! I am GEMINI hear me roar. RAAAAWWRRR....Hmmm.... maybe I should get a tattoo since I finally feel like I understand myself and can actually breathe a sigh of relief over all this confusion. Thanks to this astrological hiccup I have finally figured out who in the hell I am.
Now that I’m a Gemini my description is versatile, lively,alert, quick-witted,literary,changeable,social, intellectual, and logical. Yesiree, that is me!
I’m not huge into astrological signs, but after hearing about recent talk of the Earth’s wobble on its axis, creating a one-month bump in the alignment of the stars, I decided to do some research. My July 6th birthday would have formerly been a Cancer sign, but it is now a Gemini. This makes absolute and total sense to me when reading the description of this sign. I’ve always felt like many of the attributes of a Cancer did not accurately describe me at all. Gemini however? Hits the nail on the head.
I have always said I felt like I was a multitude of personalities, I even attempted to explain this in my facebook bio. Anyone who knows me has heard me say I have multiple personalities, but not to be considered a disorder, as I feel very orderly in my mind as a whole. One of the main traits of being born a Gemini is their dual personalities and ability to change mood from moment to moment. Hello? That’s totally me. Along with wit, brilliancy, and the description of “the life of the party”, I can’t help but feel I fit into this category. Confidence, not arrogance people, and yes there is a world of difference!
A Gemini is not expected to be constant with their ideas and plans (I always say how indecisive I am, and feel comfortable letting others make choices for me). Geminis are the most difficult to understand, having the affect of being hot and cold within the same moment. I get this. I am this. I have never understood it though. They “lack continuity on purpose.” I get this too. I have a tendency to be my own worst enemy, jeopardizing pieces of my life, without realizing I’m doing it which explains the twin sides of Gemini which perpetually pull in opposite directions. This explains so much you have no idea.
Gemini's are described as human puzzles, while loving passionately, they can be inconstant at the same moment...this describes my 20’s perfectly. My husband, who was born 8 days after me falls into the same horoscope and since his mindset is similar to mine, it helps that we both understand our puzzling ways. Speaking of puzzles though, we do fit together perfectly.
To Gemini's, every moment has a separate existence and they can quickly see the weak points of those they meet, while reducing it all with sarcasm and wit. How very true this is. Cancer sign would say I am easily hurt by the slights of others, but I never felt that described me. While I am intrigued by others thought and opinion of me, I have never let it directly affect my view of myself or disrupt my actions. An overly sensitive Cancer is not me at all, unless I’m in the throes of PMS of course!
Cancer’s are known to be good at accumulating things, but I have no problem tossing out things I don’t need and hate extra stuff lying around. I am also not over-anxious about financial matters, like the Cancers are.
Also, Cancers are described as having a deep love for “their people” and stick firm to family traditions and customs. This is so not me! I blend with all people and can’t stand it when people lack the ability to embrace change and be different. I would rather be my own person and not succumb to the one-track minds of conformity. I do not subscribe to any specific religion and am totally comfortable with changing my mind about all aspects of life. I am a Gemini you see. That’s what they do!
Cancers are very timid and are afraid of refusal. This couldn’t be further from my personality. Difficult to make friends? That is a Cancer, but honey that is not me. I am the social butterfly. I am entertaining. I am delightful. I have wit. I am a Gemini!
If I ever feel shy, intimidated, or unsocial, all I have to do is remember that I am a GEMINI now and that is not what a GEMINI would be like damn it! I am GEMINI hear me roar. RAAAAWWRRR....Hmmm.... maybe I should get a tattoo since I finally feel like I understand myself and can actually breathe a sigh of relief over all this confusion. Thanks to this astrological hiccup I have finally figured out who in the hell I am.
Now that I’m a Gemini my description is versatile, lively,alert, quick-witted,literary,changeable,social, intellectual, and logical. Yesiree, that is me!
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