Psychological Mind-games of the Insanely Lame….

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That title is all about me… Me, myself and I. It popped into my head one day after a psychological warfare was underway in the deepest recesses of my cranial cavity. What was the internal conflict? Me panicking about going out. Yup… as simple as that. And because of all the different synapses firing off inside my skull, I worked myself up so much that I started shitting every hour. Sadly, I’m dead serious. That’s how messed up my tummy was! Thus my whole ordeal started from 9am that Saturday morning and ended when the first sip of gin & tonic hit my lips. Well actually if I’m being completely honest, it started when the event was booked. But all the shitting, fortunately for me, was the day of. How thoughtful of my stomach and brain. With that being said, I have no idea how my brain has turned into such a mess. It has somehow suffered a short circuit (possibly several) where once the internal workings were such a smooth process, but now,  convulsions take place internally instead. Isn’t that nice…

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Why We Should Continue To Embrace and Nurture Strong Women…

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Being a strong woman in this day and age should be a mandatory requirement. And by this I don’t mean the actual literal term of the word. I am referring to the emotional and mental layering of it.

Ever since I was a little girl I grew up knowing that I was a woman in a man’s world. I knew that we were always seen as the “behind every man stands a great woman” kind of lady. We would subtly go unnoticed. We tended, cared, counselled, taught, loved, sacrificed, all in the effort to hopefully one day stand beside the man. But there were some of us that were ready to break that cycle. I’m talking about the single mothers out there. The women who are working three jobs and still taking classes to better educate themselves. The ones who are raising families while having a high powered career. The ones who are entrepreneurs and motivational speakers. The ones who struggle with postpartum depression, who suffer from an eating disorder and managed to come out the other side because of their sheer strength and determination. I am talking about women in the police force, the armed services, nurses, doctor, lawyers, CEO’s, teachers, and senators. All these women had the strength to do what they had to do to make this world a better place for the rest of us. They had the nerve to show us that we can step outside the box.

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The 92 Year Old Man Who Sang To His Dying Wife

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What I’m about to show you has been viewed a little over 4.3 million times and keeps on rising steadily. The first time I saw it,was actually two nights ago when a friend posted it to her wall. And to be completely honest… I cried as if my heart was being brought back to life. It was the sweetest, most sincere, and most genuine video I have seen in a while. Get ready… Oh and crack out the tissues.

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Before I Go To Sleep…

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Every night as I prepare to fall asleep, I get plagued by the fear that my brain may not switch off. For one reason or another, it seems like I have built up an intolerance to mellowing out over the years. As soon as my head hits the pillow, my brain starts going into over-drive. And so, every night without fail, I become an angry ball of mush who’s brain is being stuffed full of convoluted mind-fuckery.

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Not Lying for a Day is Impossible…


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I read something somewhere (I know great referencing) about a women trying not to lie for 5 days and documenting her accounts of what happened. At first I thought, hmm, doesn’t sound so difficult, why not give it a go. For I am a woman of few lies. I wanted to support this woman’s quest in the “not lying” game, which I decided to do for a day. Here’s the thing guys, I couldn’t even last an hour. Not one fucking hour before I crumbled like a little school girl wanting to be liked by the rest of her class.

The harsh truth is, we lie about everything. Some might be tiny white lies, while others are brazenly bold big fat robust lies. Here I am spouting about how people should be more honest with each other in my posts and I couldn’t even last one hour. Because my fear of hurting one’s feelings outweighed that of being honest.

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