Live And Let Live

Human beings (especially males) are hypocrites.

Definition of a hypocrite: a person who professes beliefs and opinions that he or she does not hold in order to conceal his or her real feelings or motives.

Upon seeing a gay, homosexual couple across the street or on the TV they will express their utter disgust of those “faggots” and spit on the floor and utter profanities. However later on tonight those same individuals will log onto their computers, bring up a porn site, type in “Lesbians” and watch two or more females going at it for hours on end (or until they receive their own pleasure).

Hypo-fucking-crite.

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Do You Not Like Me?

What happened to you as a child?

That is the main question or issue that a psychiatrist, counsellor or shrink will try to get down to. There is research to prove that the problems we may deal with as adults have stemmed from our childhoods. However trying to remember events from our childhood is the problem itself, particularly for those individuals who endured traumatising events and have since completely blocked them out.

I have been contemplating going to talk to a professional to sort out my self-esteem and self-confidence issues. So I tried to do some self-helping and thought about the questions that they would most likely ask me. The obvious ones stem down to what happened to bring on such low self-esteem and when did it happen.

Looking back as far as I could I just couldn’t find an answer, because as far as memory serves I have always been a shy, introverted, quiet little girl who lack confidence.

But then one day it hit me. A little snippet of a memory that is only one piece of this puzzle.  Continue reading

There’s No Fool Like An Old Fool

Another article I came across that had my blood boiling (think I should stop reading these).

This article has been copied word for word from Daily Mail.

My greedy ex took everything and I’m a bitter wreck:

“My 66th birthday is approaching and I feel I want it to be my last. It all began when I was 15 and met Trevor. My father was difficult and domineering, consequently I married Trevor just after my 17th birthday.

We both became social workers and had the usual ups and downs, but our family life with four children was loving and close. In 2003, on our 40th anniversary, we renewed our wedding vows on a Tobago beach.

In 2004, I had cancer, and during this time Trevor was the most devoted, caring partner I could have wished for. I retired in 2006, looking forward to spending time with our grandchildren.

In 2006, Trevor became a senior lecturer. In 2007, he changed — saying the job was difficult.

He started going to conferences, couldn’t give details, would turn off his mobile at night. You guessed right — an affair with one of his students. At the time she was 28, he was 62. She’d been married twice and had three children by different fathers — the children are the same ages as three of our grandchildren.  Continue reading

You Want Me To Do What?!

I hate getting told what to do.

Fucking.

Hate.

It.

I hate getting orders, demands, requests etc. Every time I get told what to do, I feel like pulling out an AK47 and shooting their ass.

Why do people feel the need to butt into my life.

Fuck off out.

If people spent the amount of time and effort they spend butting into others lifes, focusing on their own lives instead, everyone would be a hell of a lot happier. Continue reading