This was something that I wanted to post forever ago, in the previous year to be exact…But I thought reflecting on my friendships would be better to start off in the New Year.
For me personally, a lot of my friendships have change. Even though I’m 33 now, I finally got to watch my 30th party a couple of weeks ago and it made me realise how much has changed for me friendship wise…How differently I feel from that couple of years ago.
I was thinking and talking about marriage the other day myself and too me bridesmaids are the ones who are supposed to have your back, that’s why they stand behind the Bride. How many friends do you have in your life you can honestly say that you feel you can say this confidently?
I would love to naively say that I would love to have a girlfriend group like Sex and the City. Even though I know it’s a tv show…It seems my little group is nowhere near this. One girl has just basically dumped us for an entirely different group for the last two years. The only time we see her now is when one of the other girls visits us from Interstate. That’s It. This girl that visits us from interstate, a couple of years ago she said that we were growing apart because for some reason she’s the only person I know that’s under the impression that when I’m single I’d rather hear my friends are being abused, then happy. You know what she’s done since then? Nothing. She hasn’t said let’s hang out and chat. She has hang out with our friends partners, more than me. Not only that when we were going through the rough patch, there was another one of our “friends” who started to attack me and all that was said “That’s who she is”…I didn’t feel better.
Now they’re all upset with me because I didn’t tell them I was in the hospital for a night. Well except the one that keeps attacking me of course,lol….And these are supposedly my oldest friends!lol
I want the Romy to my Michele (I am so Michele,lol)
The Fox to my Hound
The Carrie to my Charlotte (I will always be Charlotte too)
The Rose to my Blanche
The Jack to my Karen
The Chandler to my Joey.
47. Opportunities you’ve been given
*I probably should have written this one when I was going too. It got posted today with no words,lol*
The most grateful opportunity I automatically thought of was the opportunity that I was born into the family that I have been born into.
Bad and Good my family have shown me such a variety of life. My mums side are incredibly close and yet we are so incredibly different and at the same time we get on very well and we respect each other differences. I love being with them. Whereas my Dad’s side, as much as I do love them…They are all exactly the same and yet, cannot for the life of them, get along at all. Half the time they’re not even talking to each other.
It’s a very interesting dynamic.
It has shown me so much of the world and how I view it. How you can be different and get along, how you can be the same and not be on the same page at the same time…It’s really quiet interesting…My Dad’s side they say the exact same things, they are all pretty racist and gullible. YET, they say they are better than the others, when they don’t speak to each? It’s hilarious! If they knew that they are pretty much the same person (and believe me I’ve wanted to tell them) I think they’d be incredibly surprised.
A great example of this was of my Dad over this weekend. He said that I was not allowed to invite a particular Aunt and her family to my wedding (I’m not getting married by the way). They’re the “minority” because no one is talking to them from my Dads family. Yet my Dad and the ones he talks too would actually be the minority at my wedding. I haven’t seen anyone from that side for years (apart from this Aunt and her family) and everybody at my wedding know this particular Aunt and her family, they actually do call her their Aunt as well. The family members that my Dad talks too, apart from my Dad, haven’t even met my partner yet!lol
I had a really bizarre day yesterday, it was roller coaster at seeing the bad, the good and the mentally unhealthily obsessive with the “Hollywood” culture…And it got me thinking of a situation that I went through and have come through.
What is it with people and this whole…Two people do the exact same thing and yet, people can condemn one and revere the other? There was a situation I found myself publicly shamed, yet someone else came along, only a year or so later, did the same thing and they were revered. I have to say I did not feel ashamed having a one night stand (and it was the first time I’d ever had one) and did not realise that it’s something I should be ashamed of, or was other people’s business. The same situation kept happening, to the point I have nothing to do with this group anymore.
It’s always bugged me though, mainly because I guess because I don’t see it just with me anymore. I see it pretty much every where I go. It’s something I don’t understand. Sure if it’s someone I love and respect, I might be a bit shocked and try to understand. I just don’t get it.
I read a post recently and I had to unfollow the Blogger and her posts, but it was for a very unusual reason. I have this weird “thing” (don’t know if you would call it a habit or what) but when someone groups a bunch of people together or says something like “the majority of people on this post/blog” etc. It instantly turns me off, as a lot of the times I haven’t actually agreed with what the writer has even written.
For more a perspective on what I’m talking about I will give people a bit of a warning and a heads up. If you don’t like “wolf-whistling” turn away now!!! …
I don’t get morally outraged at a wolf whistle, I just don’t and sometimes it has made my day. For example, I had an ex who was literally telling me I should be more like the other girls “I should dress more like this girl” or “Why can’t you do your nails like this girl”. So you know one time I went for a walk and I got wolf-whistled by a guy. Just me, just little old why-can’t-I-be-like-all-the-other-girls got wolf whistled and I am not ashamed to say that it made me feel better and I went home that day instead of staying with the guy who thought I should be like the “other girls”. I am now with a guy who makes me feel so beautiful that when someone does wolf whistle me it doesn’t phase me.
Now guaranteed if some person wolf whistled and said “Show me your t&its” I would think that person is gross, but I would just keep walking, it wouldn’t upset my day. It makes me feel “unwomanly” though when other woman get morally outraged at me that I don’t get offended by it. I just don’t. I think there are definitely worse things you can say to a woman than a wolf whistle. I just don’t let strangers affect me? I am more affected by my boyfriend telling me that I should be somebody else.
Back to the topic, even in High School I was like that. I might be showing my age by sharing this with you all by when everyone else like Taylor Hanson, I liked Isaac. When everyone else like Nick Carter, I liked Brian. I think that it’s one of my weirdest thought patterns.