Good morning world. I've actually been up earlier than this, but it's Christmas time, so I had to devote some of my time shopping for the greatest and latest Christmas decor. Because I don't like the usual decor, it's got to be chic too, otherwise it won't match my cluttered- but- otherwise- also- chic home. I am throwing caution to the wind this year, I don't care how much it costs, it's got to be fit for a prince.
Although I'd like to think that I have all the Crown Jewels stashed away here, well I don't. But it's a good try. Only now am I understanding the true value of Christmas. Perhaps it's late, but I have at least got there. Some people probably never ever get to understand it. Dominant people will probably hate this season as if it's hell on earth, because the limelight is not on them anymore, but it moves on to something far more special. I am still thinking about dominance, swollen heads and egos. My oh my, it's such a blessing that they are not President of the United Nations, or the world would be in for it. They are not the star of the show anymore, because they probably think that life is a show. It's a cliche` for us girls, beware of men with fast red sports cars because that is usually trying to make up for what the men don't have. Beware of tight, rigid, anal-retentive men, because they're probably hen-pecked to death, so then they will throw their weight around. Weight, the topic of so many discussions. I am the expert at it, but no, I do not throw my weight around. And perhaps sometimes I should, it would squash these sad creatures to death in the process. And no it won't mean a national funeral because these people were so small in the first place. They just thought they were big, but factually they were as small as a pea. They will have probably thought they would be missed, but they won't be. They will also probably have thought out their own epitaph, but nobody will go to the trouble of having it carved in cold white marble. Too expensive. The key-word here is being humane. People can be perfectionists but still have a heart. I know one man like that. He is still young, but oh what an old head on young shoulders. He is not extra-large, but then again, you don't have to be an extra large to have feelings inside. I am going to risk going against myself, but humane does not necessarily come in big packages. I have no problem with big people, but not if they think they rule the world. And there again I have no problem with smaller people especially if being human takes up a lot of their package. It does seem sometimes, that people have fallen into the wrong profession. The big heads would have done much better if they had branched out to being professional dominants. Respect is something that someone earns. I will gladly respect anybody who has a heart and uses that heart in every day life, and it could be small but hold such grandeur. God bless them, they are what make day to day life special. They will always be the ones I will humbly ask for advice. They are the ones who earn my respect effortlessly. And God bless them because I have been blessed enough to meet them in this thing called life.
Although I'd like to think that I have all the Crown Jewels stashed away here, well I don't. But it's a good try. Only now am I understanding the true value of Christmas. Perhaps it's late, but I have at least got there. Some people probably never ever get to understand it. Dominant people will probably hate this season as if it's hell on earth, because the limelight is not on them anymore, but it moves on to something far more special. I am still thinking about dominance, swollen heads and egos. My oh my, it's such a blessing that they are not President of the United Nations, or the world would be in for it. They are not the star of the show anymore, because they probably think that life is a show. It's a cliche` for us girls, beware of men with fast red sports cars because that is usually trying to make up for what the men don't have. Beware of tight, rigid, anal-retentive men, because they're probably hen-pecked to death, so then they will throw their weight around. Weight, the topic of so many discussions. I am the expert at it, but no, I do not throw my weight around. And perhaps sometimes I should, it would squash these sad creatures to death in the process. And no it won't mean a national funeral because these people were so small in the first place. They just thought they were big, but factually they were as small as a pea. They will have probably thought they would be missed, but they won't be. They will also probably have thought out their own epitaph, but nobody will go to the trouble of having it carved in cold white marble. Too expensive. The key-word here is being humane. People can be perfectionists but still have a heart. I know one man like that. He is still young, but oh what an old head on young shoulders. He is not extra-large, but then again, you don't have to be an extra large to have feelings inside. I am going to risk going against myself, but humane does not necessarily come in big packages. I have no problem with big people, but not if they think they rule the world. And there again I have no problem with smaller people especially if being human takes up a lot of their package. It does seem sometimes, that people have fallen into the wrong profession. The big heads would have done much better if they had branched out to being professional dominants. Respect is something that someone earns. I will gladly respect anybody who has a heart and uses that heart in every day life, and it could be small but hold such grandeur. God bless them, they are what make day to day life special. They will always be the ones I will humbly ask for advice. They are the ones who earn my respect effortlessly. And God bless them because I have been blessed enough to meet them in this thing called life.
