Crazy Aunt Carol likes to post motivational, sometimes religious statements on her facebook. Sometimes you need Rosetta Stone to figure them out. Others make you think someone hijacked her facebook account and others well, they just make sense.
Trust your hunches. They’re usually based on facts filed away just below the conscious level.
How true is that? Maybe its just ringing bells in my head lately because I have this certain hunch, which I’m not happy about. It’s not one of those hunches that you’re going to win the lottery, or a company will accept your proposal, or that you are being proposed to. No, it’s the bad kinda hunch, like when you feel you shouldn’t drive or eating raw oysters out of a van on the side of the road. That last one in general, is a common sense bad idea, but like most things, I did it anyway.
Anyway, I’m not going to tell you what the hunch is because it could be wrong even though I’m pretty sure it’s right. Point is, I have no idea who reads my blog. I’m not the type to get caught up about who’s talking about who, or what people say about me. Frankly, I don’t care. Unless they are talking about my family, then I most definitely care. I just don’t understand, why if someone has such a problem with me they would tell everyone else, except me. Then pretend as if nothing is wrong.
I wear my emotions on my sleeve. If I don’t like you, it’s obvious. If I can’t stand to be in the same room with you, I won’t be in that room. It’s really that simple for me. And it is rare for anyone to fall into either of those categories, because I just don’t care enough about other people that I don’t care about. Does that make sense? It does in my little head of crazy. I should trademark my brand of crazy. The Lindsey Special. Back on point, And the people that I do care about would never say hurtful things about me behind my back, and if they do, well they really aren’t a friend at all, right? It’s quite reminiscent of that part in the movie Love Actually, where the prime minister of England (played by that gorgeous Brit) and the US president (played by hillbilly Billy Bob) are at a news conference.
I love that word “relationship”. Covers all manner of sins, doesn’t it? I fear that this has become a bad relationship. A relationship based on the President taking exactly what he wants and casually ignoring all those things that really matter to, erm… Britain. We may be a small country but we’re a great one, too. The country of Shakespeare, Churchill, the Beatles, Sean Connery, Harry Potter, David Beckham’s right foot. David Beckham’s left foot, come to that. And a friend who bullies us is no longer a friend at all.
So thank you Crazy Aunt Carol for your daily motivational thoughts that are sometimes pulled from the back of plastic surgery pamphlets, like this little gem;
To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly.
Or this one, which is a far better quote to end this entry with
Let us strive for love in our relationships, not superiority.
