Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Random Blog Entry (first part I found, second part I elaborated)


Are you someone that is liked?  I am - in general I think most people like me.  And it’s important to me.  I make an effort to smile, to look people in the eye, to pay attention you know all of that stuff that makes you feel like you matter.  How do you deal with people that don’t give a shit about being liked.  That are rude.  And that clearly do not like you.  They don’t look you in the eye - they talk around you - they look at you for a brief second and then quickly look away like - shit you caught me, I acknowledged you exist, shit I’m screwed now.

So what do you do?  Do you continue to be the Barney against their Scrooge?  Do you fight back and assume an "I don't care either but secretly I am completely frustrated as to why you don't like me" stance?  I mean, what did you ever do to this person to make them just simply... not.... like.... you.   All you can think about is how can ANYONE not like me?  I'm funny, friendly, and say sorry when I'm supposed to even when it's someone else who stepped on me.  So what happens next?  You try even HARDER to make them like you and start smiling extra hard, cracking jokes at every chance, offering to go out of your way to do things... and starting to look like a very sad puppy.  Until you realize... what the effin hell man, I'm starting to lose my self-control over someone who I just met for 10 minutes.  Who is this person?  They sho ain't barak obama.  Why the hell do I need to impress them so bad?  It's because this person just simply doesn't want to or care about acknowledging YOUR existence and that's what pisses you off.  Because hey, you got lots of friends, your boss likes you, you have a new shirt on your back... and your hair looks good today!  You're almost on the verge of leaning over that counter and shaking that person silly while saying "Pay attention to me!!" like a spoiled 5-year old.  Wait, how old are we again?

Sunday, March 8, 2009

There's Hope - India Arie


Back when I had a little
I thought that I needed a lot

A little was over rated,
But a lot was a little too complicated

You see-Zero didn't satisfy me
A million didn't make me happy

That's when I learned a lesson
That it's all about your perception

Hey-are you a pauper or a superstar
So you act, so you feel, so you are

It ain't about the size of your car
It's about the size of the faith in your heart