It's "blog therapy" time again, folks. π» It's sad when the highlight of the last couple of months, is a high-octane, bird-flipping, profanity-filled, stunt-driving road rage incident with some douche that thought he could out drive me. π‘ (Yeah, right. π) I don't know what it says about my personality but I enjoyed it more than all that hot, steamy sex π I'm not having. πͺ With so much tragedy happening all around us, it's hard to complain about my skimpy, little life issues. On the other hand, if I didn't use my blog to bitch about MY pitiful problems, I'd be one miserable person to the rest of the world. And what a world we live in. π Whether it be murderous plot, terrorist attack or natural disaster, it seems a huge gamble to step outside the cozy confines of your own little worlds. π§πΎ♀️ Even then, there's no guarantee that someone or something won't barge in and invade that too. π No place is truly safe and that's truly terrifying. It's like a never ending game of high stakes poker with your very life at stake.♠️♥️♣️♦️ Knife-wielding narcissist, Boston bombings, West woes, Castro captives, broken Bangladeshi buildings, multiple murders, aggravated acid attacks, terrible twisters and way too many other tragedies to name in one entry. ☹ I just don't understand this world sometimes. π¦ I guess if I did, there would be nothing to learn and grow from. Besides, with so much pain, death and destruction around me, I really shouldn't complain about my fairly comfortable life...so I won't. In fact, I kinda feel like things are starting to get better for me. I've laid off the sauce even more lately and have been rewarded with a little less "beer belly bloat" πΊ (Fact Check: Actually, I don't drink beer, I drink wineπ·, but "wine belly bloat" didn't have the same ring to it π). I'm even feeling more confident about my formally fractured smile. π€¨ While I'm still somewhat of a cell phoneπ±/social mediaπ»/e-mailπ§ hermit, I did manage to put on some make-up & go meet up with friends last weekend. It'd been so long since I'd been out socially, I almost forgot how to apply make-up.π³ Me, who's make-up style icon is RuPaul! π It was okay though, it was like riding a bike, it all came back to me. π I almost miss the night life, almost. Frankly, I wasn't too excited to go out after so long but I actually enjoyed myself. π Who knew? It was that very act of joining society again that made me realize that I'm a living, breathing part of this world, no matter how fractured and frightening it can be sometimes. π² I can't just lay in bed, drink incessantly, feel sorry for myself & close myself off from rest the world and expect life to suddenly be perfect with no effort from me. πΆ As clichΓ© as it may sound, making my world better starts with me. ☝πΎ The ironic thing is, to make this world a better place, we have to acknowledge and accept that horrible people and events exist. π Turning a blind eye to the world's atrocities doesn’t make them go away. π€¬ The things I've seen in my lifetime are truly unbelievable and wouldn't hardly make a plausible movie plot. π But in times of crisis, we need to band together, love each other and realize that we're all cosmically connected. It is the way of The Universe. π Okay, now that I've gotten my "hippy chick" sentiments out of the way, we can wrap this up with the moral of the story; know what's happening in the whole, wide world around you, not just your little corner of it. π€πΎ Somewhere, someone has it worse off than you. Count your blessings. ππΎ Spend your time wisely. $ ⏳ And most importantly, don't crap out. π² See what I did there? π I don't know where all these gambling references are coming from but I hope I haven't just replaced my alcohol addiction with a gambling addiction. π€ In the words of the great, recently-released Wesley Snipes, from the movie Passenger 57♣️♠️; "Always bet on black". ππΎ I know that quote doesn't really go with this entry but I've always loved that line.
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"Always Bet on Black" Passenger 57, 1992. Source: YouTube.com
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