The Ultimate Fear Factor

The Ultimate Fear Factor

Daily Prompt – The Daily Post

People are afraid of all kinds of things: spiders, the dark, or being enclosed in small spaces. Tell us about your greatest fear — rational or irrational.

I am almost ashamed to admit this because it seems like such a silly fear to have. I have a fear of … *insert dun dun duuuuuuuuun music here* Octopuses! I am NOT kidding! I watched a program on them once and ever since I have these odd fear of them. If I start thinking about it, I cannot even sit on the toilet comfortably, I spend the entire time completely freaking out.

The program that I watched, demonstrated not only how intelligent they are, but also they can fit into any space, small pipes included. They are SO intelligent, it is crazy insane how smart they are. They are not only just smart but they know how to play us as well! They are evil I tell you! … Evil!

Saving the Barbie!

I have been seeing Barbie copping a lot of flack and I feel like somebody needs to speaks up for her because I find it frustrating. I used to play with Barbie when I was little and I think I turned out, reasonably, alright =P Barbie should be a role model for the imagination which is exactly what I used her for.

She’s a doll, and although I am not a parent and understand I may cop flack for saying “parenting things”. Maybe your biggest fear shouldn’t be a doll. Maybe your biggest fear is thinking that a doll, repeat doll, should be the one teaching your children about their self esteem in the first place? I never once thought that I should look like Barbie, I wanted all her careers, I used my Barbie’s and created many different worlds with them. I use to host a radio show with my Barbies, had them be rock and roll stars, psychic, mummies and daddies. I even learnt about disabilities because my Ken lost his legs. Barbie has had many different careers and many different versions, she (and Ken) how to imagine.

Even with her television show, she’s not a “mean girl”, she’s all about friendships, how to work hard and how to be kind to others? So I am not really sure why suddenly we are putting Barbie in a category she doesn’t belong in?

I think as adults we put too much of our own fears into children and that’s when the problem happens. We do not give children enough credit, they will notice that you “fear” Barbie. Technically shouldn’t you fear ALL dolls then and the self esteem issues that they will give your children?

Stop letting other “things” teach your children, because they learn from us. It never once crossed my mind once to want to look like her? I’m going to be blunt here and maybe some wont like it. If your child has self esteem issues because of a doll, repeat doll, maybe it’s not the dolls fault? Maybe it’s the adults in her life? Maybe we should start taking responsibility again for raising our children?

Most importantly Barbie taught me how to play, by myself and with others.

Barbie

(Picture Credit: Mattel)

Share Your World…Week 32

Share Your World

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Are you a collector of anything? 

Over the years I have collected various things, such as: Tazo’s, porcelain dolls, stamps…Just a whole wide range of things. I seem to get “into” things and then just as fast as I get into them, I get “out of them” just as quickly.

What is your biggest fear or phobia? (no photos please)

This is going to sound funny, but my biggest fear is Octopuses. They are really smart and are able to get into really small and tight spaces. Sometimes if I think about it before I got to the bathroom (so to speak), then I can’t go the bathroom.

Do you prefer reading coffee table books (picture), biographies, fiction, non-fiction, educational?

I honestly like all books, if I enjoy reading it. I enjoy reading it, that kind of deal. My favourites are probably fiction mainly because I get to drift away with it, but as I mentioned before. I enjoy all sorts of books.

Complete this sentence:  If I Must Be Reincarnated, In the Next Life I Want to Be…

A rich person…lol…I would love to be all humbled and say that I would love to be some kind of animal, but I see how tough their lives are, especially wild animals.

Do I or Don’t I?

I am having a bit of an conundrum and I would love my readers to give me some advice. At the moment there are not many people who I know who would be able to help me with this ‘situation’. Once I’ve gotten a clearer mind and am more sure it’s what I really want to do, I will know which step to take next.

While fighting with my ex last year, I bumped into another ex of mine. Literally in the middle of a fight with my last ex and I literally bumped into the one before him. We had a pleasant exchange (apart from the total and utter fear on his face). Recently in my state we had huge devastating bush-fires and I know that his parents house was in this area. He doesn’t know that I know he now lives with his current girlfriend. However, it has made me think a lot because the place we “bumped” into each other was actually where I work.

I don’t hate him anymore and I don’t want him to fear coming into where I work. Especially with the bush-fires it’s made me realise that I know he wasn’t a bad guy and a lot of his lying was to protect me, in his own weird way. I was his first ever girlfriend and he was so used to being a “player” that lying is honestly the only way he knows of.

My question is, should I unblock him from my Facebook and write just a little message saying that I hope his family are alright and he does not have to fear coming into where I work?

 

A letter to you, to know that I made it through

So I made it through today and here I am sure that everyone expected me to fall. I am so proud of myself today, I thought that I was going to fall as well. Even with everything wrong and hard that is going on around me, I made it through. I made it through and I did not have to pretend once. Every single smile was real, every joke I made, everything was real.

It would have been your birthday today and I hope that it was one you enjoyed and hopefully with this event may you grow and learn even more about all the wonders with this world, instead of the stagnant life of getting drunk every day. We will never be friends, we are just two completely different people, but I still want the very best for you. I will not forget what you did to me and I don’t think I should.

My heart is healing and I have another to thank for that, he is so honest. It is something that I can honestly say that I’ve never experienced, he keeps me safe but doesn’t play around. If he doesn’t like something he tells me, and he expects the same from me. I feel safe, truly safe.

Role Reversal?

Here I am again, feeling frustrated because no matter how many times I have rejected a guy. Apparently it is MY responsibility to make them feel better again and for months to listen to how much they like me and how strong they’re feelings are for me. Even though I have made it clear that 1) I am NOT interested and 2) I have met someone.

If I did this, I would be call ‘crazy’, ‘pathetic’ and ‘stalkerish’. Yet, if I call them that and I don’t just sit there, take it and listen to something that I think is actually unhealthy and not helpful at all, I’m a bitch. Why? Why do we just have to put up with these guys harassing us? The emotional blackmail as well! I got so fed up with one guy today I literally broke and started to lose it. When I told this guy I was refusing to talk about any-more his feelings for me (I said no to him mid-December and he knows I’m dating someone else) because it was clearly not healthy and it was clearly not helpful for him. He tried to turn it back on me “Oh, I was just asking how you were doing”. I LOST it! I have not lost it like that in a really long time.

I literally FEAR rejecting guys now, I really do fear it. I have been humiliated on Facebook because of rejecting someone, which honestly made me even MORE glad that I chose to say no to that guy. Why anyone of them (a group of people decided to tag me in a picture that basically called me a “bitch” and posted it on their Facebook, they wouldn’t have dared to post it on my own wall) would think that that would make me want to date him more is beyond me. I have had guys go off on me while in their cars, that is scary as!

Guy listen to me…Man up! Not one single girl I know finds it sexy to constantly harass us after we have rejected you, in fact, it makes us want to stay away from you even more you and humiliating us does NOT work for us! Not one single girl I know has changed her mind after you posted on her wall any type of “friendzone” meme. It makes us even more glad that we don’t choose you, except we can’t say that because we’ll be called a bitch and then have our name dragged through the mud.

7 Strange question that help you find your life purpose…

Scrawling through Facebook this morning and I see this article on my friends page and I go to read it thinking “Yeah, yeah another article telling us “What do you really love to do” and so on and so forth. I was genuinely surprised to read this article and I had so many “Wow” and Oprah lighting bulb moments reading and I just had to share this.

I’ve been so afraid to do things and I have felt like this is the year I start doing what I’ve been scared to do.

This article just almost spoke to me and made that lovely cold shiver down my spine happen. If you are feeling stuck or are at a cross roads about what you want to do, or what you think you should be doing, I highly, HIGHLY, suggest that you read this article.

7 Strange Questions That Help You Find your Life Purpose – Mark Manson

Manson, M 2014, ‘7 Strange questions that help you find your life purpose”, markmansonnet, blog,  <http://markmanson.net/life-purpose&gt; viewed 11/01/2015.

I didn’t expect this…

I’ve only been on the online dating site for a couple of days and I already have two guys that I’m interested in and they seem interested in me too…

In the moments though when I am not talking to them and those silent few minutes before I asleep. I am suddenly reminded of the heartbreak that I have only recently endured and it comes all flooding back to me and then I am paralysed again by fear and I just want to go back to the beginning of the year and start all over again.

I don’t want to feel like this any-more, I want to be happy, I don’t want to be sad. It is easy to forgive, it’s hard to forget. I wish that there was someone who could just give me one big hug and tell me that it was all going to be okay and for once be able to believe it myself.