I know it sounds bad to “Dump someone”, but sometimes self preservationinsists!
Other people’s words are actually nothing to do with us and it’s actually all about them. It’s their perceptions, what’s going on with them, how they are conducting their life and they might need help with this, but that doesn’t necessarily mean you have to do it!
If there’s a choice of who to share OUR life with, and ifsomeone gives us the gift of them speaking their mind or in other ways show us into their world towards us and it’s all negative, driving us crazy and making our life a misery, then making a sound choice (based on that track record) means backing off. Note however: If there’s a possibility of physically abuse, you will need help to leave safely and to stay safe once you have left.I get the feeling, that to stay in a relationship out of choice with a D track record towards you is to enable them to do the same thing over and over. They might become more of a [Bexy turned the air blue and went all EXPLETIVES] and they might think it’s okay to be [BEXY made the air turn blue again with EXPLETIVES].
An average life span is not that long and surely living it as an enabler to a [EXPLETIVE] is a pretty crappy existence, right? and So please beloved, don’t waste your time left on this beautiful planet, but have some compassion and kindness unto your sweet self as an Equal with others!
Beloved [EXPLETIVE] be warned, if you know your being [EXPLETIVE] do something about your perceptions, question your thinking, get help, speak gratitude, get a new attitude, because if you piss people off enough, they might piss off and stay that way.
I don’t think many people will know about this physical ailment, but here goes.
“Costume Arms”: That ouch you get in your biceps of a morning, when you’ve gone to sleep after a sewathon, sewing costumes by hand damn near non~stop most of the weekend, to create something sparkles, wow and impressive, working thoroughly so things are safe and can’t pop out, layers cannot come apart and bits won’t fall off during a dance!
If you ask me this question, most times I am totally willing to tell you, so beware of that. If you want to be a part of my life, if I want to be a part of yours, then we have to communicate what’s going on in there (Bexy points mentally to her head). That’s how interpersonal relationships and support structures are made, kept and developed. Thing is, it takes more than one person to communicate effectively, it takes at least two:
Well, beds in some parts of the UK used to be a frame with rope strung from one side to the other, with a mattress made of all sorts of natural stuff. Every now and then you would have to pull the ropes tighter. As for the bed bugs!!! There in posh houses they would put coals in a pan made of copper and rub inside the bed to hear a popping sound of the “Wee beasties” (Northern Scottish accent).
I was looking at YouTube to find a way to make a belly dance cane out of a garden bamboo cane, especially bending that little bit at the top. I want to not waste/spend money on some import from hundreds of miles away. However, I wasn’t successful for that, but found and loved this YouTube clip, all about bending really thick pieces of bamboo 90 degrees:
In the meantime I’m going to try soaking the ends of the garden canes in boiling water, see if that softens it enough to bend them round something, then letting them cool and dry. I get the feeling this might work, might, perhaps? As for the painting and decorating bit, well that will be a breeze and a joy. Finally hitting the floor and twirling it over my head like a loon dancing of course!
Wait, wait, reforming ideas, now I’ve just found a winning dance without the saidi canes having to be curved at the end:
The Narberth Mending Cafe – Sewing, Darning and Clothes Swap is on tuesday night at Span Art, Narberth, West Wales, UK, 6pm and I might take some dance sparkle to sort out. This event is part of the Cheerful Project’s new monthly Mending Cafe in Narberth.
‘Bring something along and learn how to fix it or come and help others learn a skill… come and spruce up your summer wardrobe, patch the holes in your favourite pair of jeans or darn your best cardigan! Bring along your unwanted wardrobe (please make sure clothes are clean and not too worn out) to swap with others for a whole new look! Pay What You Can.’
For some reason, I was attempting to find the soothsayer from Up Pompeii and failed. In the meantime looking at some YouTube of the series I enjoyed cringing at the odes. I also recalled Manny, a relative of Frankie Howerd who was a dear friend to my mother, but didn’t actually like me (you cannot win them all).
So, anyways I felt the need to do something Up Pompeii ode~like:
Note: It’s a poetic attempt at satire from that era.