I realise that this year Easter's coming early. That's good, it means this term is short. Apart from that I don't like Easter, I don't like celebrating the misery and cold hearted actions this man Jesus was dealt. Now I am not very religious, but I think I like Jesus, a beautiful man, kind, and always helping others, a man you could take to your mother to meet, yet a man with so much passion and love. That just about describes my ideal man. And that is a man and a God all in one. So maybe my expectations are not quite normal... it takes a deity it seems. And then everywhere I look I see pictures and carved statues (some lacking talent) of blooded images of this beautiful man. What a shame. One big shame, a feast of celebrating how man can be so cruel over man. Terrible.
Anyway there is time left for that. Right now the weather sucks, I've just had my hair done, my nails done, so I feel better. And now it's raining so I cannot risk my blowdry going berserk.
What prompted me to come back to my faithful blog. Someone has upset my balance in the transgression of boundaries, I will not delve whether it was purposely done or not. That is their business. But it is hurtful and I want to scream I am what I am because the made me what I am. It is useless comparing me to this and that, because there is always a parental change. I wonder how some people feel so perfect, perfect enough to hit on their imperfect creation. But then again I look to my roots, I never had a say.... not my fault. Being in poor health requires tlc and not because I told you so's. Oh but why do I bother everytime....
Anyway there is time left for that. Right now the weather sucks, I've just had my hair done, my nails done, so I feel better. And now it's raining so I cannot risk my blowdry going berserk.
What prompted me to come back to my faithful blog. Someone has upset my balance in the transgression of boundaries, I will not delve whether it was purposely done or not. That is their business. But it is hurtful and I want to scream I am what I am because the made me what I am. It is useless comparing me to this and that, because there is always a parental change. I wonder how some people feel so perfect, perfect enough to hit on their imperfect creation. But then again I look to my roots, I never had a say.... not my fault. Being in poor health requires tlc and not because I told you so's. Oh but why do I bother everytime....
