Positivity means hating less things
A couple months ago when I was having a hard time, I sent a desperate email to my old therapist and was like, "O hai, how can I make everything and everyone around me suck less?" She kindly reminded me that everyone around me doesn't exactly suck, and is probably trying the best that they can, and that maybe, just perhaps I could try to have a little more compassion for people.
My immediate reaction was, "Okay, but like...there are totally some people who are not trying their hardest. I HATE THAT."
And then I realized that the people who are not trying their hardest don't really affect me, as I've said peace out and moved on. I realized there are some people who do suck, but it's not my problem. Somewhere between having these people make me write seething "FUCK YOU!" posts and me getting to spend some time away from all that jazz, I started to see those situations a little bit better.
For example, some people are so small, that they feel the need to put on this giant show every single waking hour that THEY'RE BIG! THEY'RE MIGHTY! And you MUST RESPECT THEM. It's easy to get sucked into the show and to start to feel that freakish fear they are so desperately trying to inflict in you. Those fuckers want to make you crazy, and make you question everything from your confidence, to your way of eating, to why it is you do that whole breathing thing so incessantly.
However, if you adopt a different way of thinking, and dare question the mighty wizard of oz, you'll figure out all they are is some old dude with white hair behind a curtain.
Anyway.
I suppose that was my longwinded way of saying that I'm trying to be a bit more positive and a bit more grateful lately. I tried keeping a Gratitude Journal, and even bought the book Simple Abundance from Amazon and PAID EXTRA to have it rushed to me...but I got bored.
One of my new years resolutions has been "Try to hate less things", so, here is my attempt at being less hateful. I won't get sappy and start thanking the academy or anything, but the fact of the matter is, I should be grateful for all the things I have, and for being a Westerner, and that I am able to buy and consume some very exciting things. So here it is...
(or things I don't hate)
Let's be honest, I don't even know how to pronounce that word, and the first time I saw these at Boots, I laughed. How preconscious do you have to be to get Evian spray for your face? However, whilst browsing for things to take on the plane with me, I recalled how disgustingly dry and nastified my face gets cruising at 35,000 feet above the ground. All I can say is that using this baby is like spritzing your face with purified angel tears.
Now I know last year I fell in love with Old Navy's cupcake slippers, but this year my mom got me these, and I love them. They look very, I dunno, Dutch to me or something and I like to pretend I got them in the Netherlands when I wear them. (And also pretend that not every third person within driving distance to an Old Navy has them, too.) Favorite part? The pompoms. Sadly, one of the poms fell off and died, but I still have 3 others.
For some reason I have a hard time finding lotion I like. Partly because I'm cheap, and partly because a lot of the lotions in the UK don't come with those nifty squirty tops that I must desperately have. I'm no good with twist offs. However, I finally tried this. It's about £5 and when you put it on, you can feel your skin drink it up and say thank you. It absorbs super quickly, and it doesn't smell like a baby's ass, flowers, or "fresh" anything.
This was my fantastic present from Iain for Christmas, and I have to say, I have a crush on this phone. I am scared to death of losing it/getting mugged for it, but am even more scared of using it. The typing thing I've almost got down, but it's just so different than my other phones that I still don't have all it's nifty tricks figured out. I'd liken it to having sex with a really hot person for the first time. You're not sure what the heck you're doing or what it wants, but you know once you figure it out, it's gonna be haaaawwt.
Yeah, I know this isn't 10th grade and that I'm not doing school projects all the time, but oh lord do I love me a good Sharpie. I recently discovered that the UK have STAPLES, and I nearly came just from looking at the big red sign. I found me a pack of colored Sharpies, and they help me stay organized. I find that if I do To-Do lists in bright, sassy Sharpie colors, I actually will get shit done...but mostly so I can have the satisfaction of crossing things off in different colors.
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I absolutely hate a dry skin. It sometimes feels like on fire and totally uncomfy. -_-;
Is it available internationally? Cause I never seen it before.
The "brumisateur" is french-ish. "Brume" is "fog" in French if I recall correctly.
I'd pronounce it like bru (u like in tushy), mi (like the ee in eep), sa, teur (eur like in err).
4.) Blackberry Pearl 8120
Congrats. Water and food be damned, I've found that everything is better with my BB.
Crackberry addiction is very similar to facebookitous. However, I'm in denial about both.
I am completely in love with Sharpees. I use them whenever I can and I'm literally drawn to them in the store...especially the sparkly metallic ones.
Then again, I have a weird obsession with office supplies and cleaning supplies.
The funny thing is I hate cleaning and I hate working too.....but I love the stuff necessary to do both.
I remember when I discovered the Evian Spray. That stuff just rocks, it's so incredibly refreshing.
She has a point.
I've added you to my neighbourhood, hope you don't mind! ^_^