Not sure how messed up the housing system is anywhere else, but where I'm at I am fed up and very dissappointed! I've gone to several governmental resources and I've heard everything from "you make too much money to get any kind of assistance" to "we're sorry, there's no availability on our waiting list" ....and everything in between. Homeless and living in a hotel....but damnit, I'm working and doing whatever I can and because I'm not living off of the welfare system and sitting on my arse, doing nothing, I'm not allowed the help that's needed. Meanwhile there are so many people out there, not working, not trying to work and taking advantage of everything the state has to offer while they sit at their home, that is paid for by the state, and play video games....waiting for their next state check to come in. Do I have a bit of an attitude right now? I sure as hell do...I am angry and feel like I've been let down. While I am homeless....work day to day in this flippin heatwave, someone else is living in their own home or apartment off of my tax dollars....isn't it ironic?
Just a bit of venting...sorry folks. I am done now
Tis a long road ahead of me.............
Yes, I'm still alive lol.....borrowing a friend's laptop because I've missed everyone and wanted to say hello. Things are a little crazy now but I hope to come back soon but it's a bit early to say just yet. Hugs to all.
So I'm sure you all remember I had a date recently that didn't pan out so well...but that was all good. We've been talking since as friends and that's it and I'm fine with that. But today, he said to me that his boss was single and interested in meeting me. So I said, fine, it's whatever....couldn't hurt to meet people, right? Then he proceeded to tell me, "He's a great 'dude'.....he's good looking and he's loaded" ...I said to him, really? Why do you feel the need to tell me that when I've already agreed to meeting him, do you really think I'm that shallow?" Obviously the man doesn't know me too well. But anyway, so this man calls me. We talked for maybe 15-20 minutes on the phone and I had to ask because he sounded a bit older. "How old are you, anyway?"....that's when he started beating around the bush a bit, bragging about what kind of person he is and about all the things he's still capable of doing at his age and how he loves to drive fast in his sports car, yada yada yada...so I asked yet, again....but how old are you, be honest with me. After muttering a bit, he said "70". I'm sorry, I had to cut the call short. My mother is 70 years old and I have absolutely nothing against older men, but the reality is I am a young 39...and that's a HUGE generation gap for me. I'm sorry if this offends anyone, but, yes....age may be just a number, but I'm sure there has to be some kind of limitations here.
So then my former "date" texts me back and said, so how'd the call go? I said, what were you thinking? The man's 70 years old. He said to me, well he looks about 45-47....max 50. Even sent me some pictures....which indeed he is right about that. But still, that "70" lingers over my head and I can't seem to get past it. Then he tells me that this man is tired of women using him so the age he told me wasn't accurate. So I'm thinking, the man lied to me when he's actually younger than 70? or is he older? Or is my new found "friend" just saying that the man lied about his age to do his boss a favor?
I don't know, do you think I'm really being judgemental of an age or realistic. Think about it, though. If in fact, the man IS 70....that is over 30 years my senior.
A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that 1,100 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried up to meet his schedule.
A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping, and continued to walk.
A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.
The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally, the mother pushed hard, and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.
In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money, but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most talented musicians in the world. He had just played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, on a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.
Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.
This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste, and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?
One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?
Women: When removing her jumper, a woman will cross her arms in front of her to pull it over her head.
Men: The man however will drag it up and over from its rear collar.
One lady when asked suggested that doing it the man's way is not an option if you have breasts.
Why, when lighting a match does a lady strike it away from herself yet men pull it towards them?
Why is it that when catching a tossed ball men will close their legs but yet women open theirs?
Why is it, when getting dressed a woman puts her top on before her pants.....but yet a man puts the pants on first?
Women use bottle openers to remove bottle tops....men use their teeth or whatever "sharp" object they can find.
Men and Women are obviously very different in many ways....ever notice any of the subtle differences as mentioned above? What have you noticed? Just curious.....and need a bit of entertainment this evening
That the ones you want and desire....usually end up being just the opposite of the ones you actually need in your life that suit you best?
Open mouth, insert foot.
My sincerest apologies.
Wish I could say it wouldn't happen again.....
but I know me too well.
This is why I'm so much better in person.
I'm shy.
I can't speak.
I clam up.
I stammer my words.
I can't be foolish.
I can't say things I regret later.
So I sit here within my own mind
and only think the things I shouldn't say.
Red is my straightforward, fearless inner mind
While June is realistically just the quiet fly on the wall
observing her surroundings.
This is me.
Wasn't born to be anyone else.
Is it really the body that attracts us to another? The eyes? smile? beautiful hair? I honestly believe it goes deeper than that, but that may be JMO... My personal belief is that it's the soul of another that initiates the attraction. The way their mind works, words can bring two together without even a vision or image to go by. The mystery of one's mind brings out the curiosity in another to know more. Humans are very curious creatures....always occupying their minds to passify their curiosities. Because the mind never stops learning, there is always something more to know and that's what draws one's curiosity to another .... because it's neverending information that a wondering mind craves. I have seen plenty of "eye candy" on this site, but as soon as emails are exchanged, that interest disappears very quickly on my end because regardless of what the image revealed, the personality and intellect I'm looking for just isn't there. Maybe this is why I had turned to the blogs...because people here have the opportunity to show their personalities and views up front, rather than just displaying a photo and sending a pre-worded flower. I love a beautiful mind...it attracts me both physically and mentally. Again, JMO
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