The Keys To My Success

Yesterday, at work, I ask “Has anyone read anything good lately? I need a new book.”

The first response I get is “When do I ever have time to read?”  Shouted over the cubes by OMG girl.

Really?

This was not the question that I was asking.  I simply wanted a suggestion for a good book.

Why do some people take any opportunity to regale us with the misery that is their lives?

Am I annoyed because I simply do not give a fuck?

 

That’s not entirely true.  I do not take pleasure in seeing people in misery.  Well, there are a few people that I would like to see with burning assholes for the rest of eternity, but for the most part I’m pretty peace-loving.

 

I actually try to down play any misery that I might be suffering from to the general public.  I’m beginning to believe that I am the minority here.  From work to Facebook, everywhere I look or listen, someone is COMPLAINING and usually quite loudly.

Now, if you’ve read here for any length of time, I’m sure that you’re thinking “TrippyBeth complains a lot herself.”  And you wouldn’t be wrong.

However, I’m really trying to change my life.  Negativity breeds more negativity, it’s a vicious circle that I’m trying to stop. 

I want to be happy.  So I ‘m thinking happy thoughts, being grateful, visualizing the things that I want and I’m open to receiving them.

This was a little difficult yesterday after locking myself out of my apartment.  But, I had a cell phone to call for help, I had a friend to come pick me up, I had another friend take me home and lots of good-natured teasing… it most definitely could have been worse!  And it was something to laugh about all day.

Who doesn’t need more laughs?

I was able to get back in my apartment last night and in three hours the weekend begins… what’s not to like about that?

A Thistle by Another Name... Is Just as Prickly

Well... My friends, my mood has improved.

My friend B and I discussed things and have decided to continue with our friendship. 

I am pleased with myself that I didn't run for the hills, like I'd normally do. 

Maybe Trippybeth is growing up.

(But, hey, who really wants that?)

B and I had the most fantastic day on Friday. Honestly, it was one of the best days in my recent memories. I feel lucky.

You can follow our shenanigans on my photo blog.

Saturday I finally got my thistle tattoo!!! 

My friend KR rode to Dayton with me and witnessed her first tattoo!! 

Kevin, as always did a fantastic job for me and I'm very pleased! 

The half sleeve is coming along nicely. 

The stencil.

Kevin working hard...

The finished product!!

The after-ink sangria ;-)

Please Pass the Bourbon

Sigh…

At my last posting I confessed to being smitten.  According to Webster’s, one of the definitions of smitten is “To be struck with a firm blow”.

I couldn’t have been more accurate with using a term than I was with using smitten.

Today, I was struck with a firm blow, unexpectedly, squarely in the gut.

I was dismissed.

I can’t really say “dumped” since there was no relationship declaration.  But I feel DUMPED.

Crying at work is sooooooo not cool. 

I won’t detail his reasons here, out of respect for him, his reasons are his own and from what he said it wasn’t about me (unless that was just to spare my feelings).  I actually understand the reasons that he gave me; it’s someplace that I’ve been before.

Maybe my stupid enthusiasm had something to do with it… in fact, I’m sure that it did.  I wear my heart on my sleeve sometimes, and when I think something or have an idea, I have to share it, that’s just how I roll…  maybe I need to change some more things about me???

Do I think that he’s being rash? Do I think that he’s fucking up?

HELL YES I DO.

But, it’s not my decision… I can only live with it.

I guess I’m upset that I let myself feel a connection with someone and have some hope that it could possibly turn into something.  That’s not my usual MO.  But, I did feel a connection with him; I saw something very special in him that I haven’t seen in many before.

I’m not mad, but my feelings are hurt, I have that pain that a person gets deep inside their chest, maybe that’s where my soul is??

Now what do I do this weekend?  I took a vacation day on Friday because we were gonna take a day trip. I was so looking forward to it.

I guess I could go alone, but that doesn’t sound like too much fun to me…

I think I’ll just get drunk.