Sometimes life throws you a curve ball. Or, in my experience, sometimes life decks you in the face. Regardless of whether you see the glass as half full or half empty, we can all agree that life isn’t always easy. In fact, sometimes it is quite hard, and well, that’s okay,
I nearly drown in self-pity yesterday. It was rather pathetic. It was one of those my-life-has-been-so-hard days where i decided that my job was shit and I didn’t like the color of my apartment carpet and although my stomach was debating the consumption my spinal cord, nothing was worth eating. So, I let myself sit there and be a complete dick. I sat on the couch and listened to hateful music and sulked. This lasted maybe an hour when i heard Chris Brown whispering sweet nothings through the speakers of my phone.
I almost threw my phone. What self-respecting woman has A.) a R&B ringtone, and B.) a R&B ringtone sung by a notorious celebrity who was convicted for beating his girlfriend? I was disgusted with myself. But I answered.
"SHE. IS. ALIVE!" blared a familiar voice. A familiar voice that I had so deeply missed, my cousin Brittany’s always comedic, always comforting southern drawl. However, if you think "bitch" is derogatory, you probably wouldn’t find her nearly as endearing as I do. We talked about nearly everything I could think of to talk about- the weather, relationships, pineapple, my brother’s not-so-closeted-love-life, Damien Rice, portals, True Blood, our ridiculous family, and the color wheel that is our previous hair hues. It was completely meaningless and everything I needed to pick myself up out of that fucking pit of sorrowful bullshit.
I really need to work on my cursing.
It was idealistic in every way. She reminded me, without saying the words, that I am a bad bitch. A bad bitch who does not sulk. A bad bitch who simply needs a few days in a new zip code and a good glass of bourbon to remember that life is more than this shitty apprenticeship and terrible choice in carpet. Life is full of things that i love including, but not limited to, puppies, beer, indie folk music, independent gay films, hazelnut (candles and spread), Apple products, sunday morning coffee, cardigans, bourbon, football, movies about football, tv shows about football, football coffee mugs, women’s v-necks with my favorite football team (Daaaaa Bears), makeup, oversized sweatshirts, tea, stand-up comedy, slam poetry…so on and so forth.
She also told me she bought a guinea pig. She named her Ambrosias Lolita Campbell. Ambrosias had a rough childhood and as a result hated everyone. She did not tolerate childish petting or affection of any sort. Four days and 8 bite marks later, she returned Ambrosias, and since, has been much happier.
I wish I could find an intellectual way to tie Ambrosias into a life-altering comparison of the trails we face, but instead, I will leave you as is, with the image of a guinea pig wreaking havoc.
it’s kinda funny how when you get older you start to enjoy the things you hated as a kid like taking naps and getting spanked
I JUST WANT A BABY TIGER PLAY DATE!!!!!!!!!
instead of watching the 50 Shades trailer, why not just make awkward eye contact with a total stranger at the grocery store for a solid 2 minutes and 34 seconds? you get the same skin-crawling, uncomfortable feeling but without the shitty writing, terrible acting and massive dose of rape culture
WHERE IS THIS FROM ?
It’s from “la source des femmes”
THERE IS NOTHING IN THE QU’RAN THAT SAYS WOMEN’S SOLE PURPOSE IS FOR OBEYING AND PROCREATING.
We are allowed to inherit and own property and businesses, and we are allowed to CHOOSE our husbands instead of having them foisted upon us in arranged marriages. WE ARE ALSO ALLOWED TO PARTICIPATE IN COMBAT.
I’ve read the Qu’ran COVER TO COVER and there’s nothing God says about women being LESS than men. In fact, God IMPLORES men to treat women as equals. Probably because God knew men have a tendency to foul things up and has to remind them that WOMEN ARE ALSO PRECIOUS CREATIONS OF HIS DIVINE WILL.
-huffs and puffs-
Sorry. I was in my feelings. But this touches my nerves a lot when people misinterpret Islam as some misogynistic religion. Nothing could be further from the truth.
do you ever read someone’s opinion about something and just go “okay for the sake of our friendship I’ll just ignore that”