Today I was once again….

…reminded that the Universe; she does in fact take care of her own. Perhaps in her own time, but she does nonetheless.

What happened? Something that thought I would have to “fight” for was given freely and openly.

Well, the advert (for my new venture) has been placed. No serious inquiries as of yet…fingers crossed.

That’s what I’ve been doing of late.

I’ve also been banging a few discussions around….and this really odd theory of sexuality that popped into my head whilst I was doing the morning washing up.

Ok, as I write this, I’m listening to Skye (Edwards) I love her voice. (She also fronts for my favourite all time trip-hop band, Morcheeba.) Just in case you were wondering..

I think I am going to bite the bullet and do it. What are you going to do Drew?

I have to do it. If I am going to return to the world of comic books, what a time to start and what a title. Oh, speaking of….

as usual, the stickers were provided by GetGlue.com.

Ahhhhh, here it is….

Tell me all about your day.
So good to hear from you.
Tell me about your day.
Feels good to speak to you.

Tell me about your day, by Skye. I just ❤❤ her voice..it makes everything ok again.

Anywhooooo

The other day, actually a few weeks ago. A friend said that she was under the impression that I was a submissive.

Me? Submissive? Have you met me?

Well you always tell me to tell you what to do

That’s not being submissive. That’s to prevent the beating about the bush to ask for a favour.

Oh

But that got me to thinking….is there, can there be such a thing as a dominant submissive? Humm, let’s see what Google via Wikipedia has to say….. Alrighty then, I go to Dominance and Submission and the first thing I saw…well, you clicked the link. Let me put it to you this way….moving on rather rapidly.

Where can I go from there? Hummmm,

I am really digging this show! BeingHuman(US) has really grown on me. I will admit however, that the original, UK version is my favourite. Not because it’s “better,” just because.

Well, I think I’m done….my theory of sexuality……I’m still working on it, so until I’ve made more sense out of it….. afterthought, it’s not really intense, and honestly has nothing to do with sex per se

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Ok, I’m also thinking about “peers.”

A few days ago, I listened to this kid complain about his mother.
Now, I will admit, she is a piece of work!! But I kept my mouth shut, until he said one thing.

“I would think that we would be peers by now.”

“Young sir, if you live to be a thousand, and she two, you WILL NEVER BE A PEER TO YOUR MOTHER or FATHER.” You may earn more, be better educated, younger and a laundry list of “plusses” in your column; but you will never be their peer. And for your relationship to progress and be less stressful to you and those around you; you need to realise and accept that fact. NEVER

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Happiness = Security … or does it?

Wow, once more into the fire.

Would you, could you agree that happiness = security? That without “security” we can’t be happy?

Well, my “security” was taken away today.

(The details aren’t important as they would mean nothing to you. Not being mean or secretive, just telling the “truth.”)

Yet, I’ve not noticed a noticeable drop OR rise in my “happiness.” So is that a valid equation? I have no idea if this loss of “assumed security,” if it is a permanent or temporary situation. However, permanent or temporary the situation, ” ‘life’ will go on.”

But, I’m reflecting on conversations and observations and things are making me say hummm…

Now, one voice is calmly whispering in my ear “the universe will take care of her own.”

“your happiness level hasn’t changed because your “true” security hasn’t been taken away.”

Ok, that is one voice. The other is running the gambit. Dealing with an entire range of human emotions…..so many that I can not/am not equipped to handle them.

Anger (I am always angry. My mother says that I was an angry baby. Not a bite you angry, just this disapproving scowl. But this is different. This time I am more angry with myself for the poorly conceived decisions I made and honestly for listening to ANYTHING except my head. )

Fear (as to the next step. Where do I go from here? )

Confusion (oh my, what to do, what to do?)

Faith (I never thought I was a person of faith. I just took it for granted that if I did “a” and “b” , “c- would happen.” but, now there is something…. Can’t put a pin on it, but….)

Blame (I always go there when I do not want to accept my role in whatever less than helpful situation I find myself. But eventually I realise that I must bear the brunt on the responsibility. And the realisation that those who wrong others and gain from that will rarely accept responsibility – so why blame them?)

But of them all I am still “happy.” Well as “happy” as I allow myself. But you know what, my happiness level is the same today as it was yesterday. (well that’s not the truth, I am in a much better mood than yester-morning. But that pissy mood was banished after Thomi and her workout. Perhaps, yesterday was a trial run…instead of RE-acting today, I PRE-acted yesterday.) But all in all, I am no more “happier” than the “norm.”

So what gives? My “assumed security” is gone, yet my “happiness” is the same. How can that be?

Am I “willing” myself happy? Or is this some type of shock?

Oh well, a pui tardi!

I am of peace…most of the time.

Ho ripulito la cartella bozze

Yep, cleaned out the ole drafts folder. Too many fragmented thoughts. Issues -that worth commenting on THEN, that aren’t terribly important now.

As I started my hydration sequence this morning, questions started to pop into my head. Questions like,

Why can’t you blog everyday?

Why won’t you blog everyday?

For “complete happiness” (whatever that may be) what would I be willing to give up?

Can I help someone who does not want to be helped?

Why should I even care?

When am I going to work on developing a “normal” sense of humour?

Can a person be too smart/intelligent? (I think I’ve asked this before)

Is it ego? Why can’t {insert name} just see that I am “right?”

All of that whilst having a bottle of water. Wowsers!

Ora, un tentativo di rispondere a poche, se quelle domande.

But in no particular order.

Of late, I am having to ask people to explain their “jokes” to me. I just don’t get them. It’s a wee be disconcerting when someone has to tell you, “thats supposed to be funny.” my response, a furrowed brow and a delayed laugh (if I like you) or my usual, “how is that funny?” Now don’t get me wrong, I find many things hilarious. I am chuckling right now. So the development of a sense-a normal sense- of humour is on the list.

This is a two-fer. I am he. He is me. We are..

This is an easy one. For “complete happiness” [whatever that is] I would give up….

I do have a lot to say. I have thoughts, ideas, moments of “clarity” – my BOOYAKITTY moments. But, just because I can say it, should I?

Yeah it is. However, there is something to learn from the experiences of others. It’s not really about being “right” or “wrong”.

Il gioco è fatto.

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Remove yourself from the discord

Meditate, engage in daily prayers, read uplifting books, commune with Mother Nature–in some way try to remove yourself from the discord of the everyday world that invades your sense of inner peace. - Stephen R. Covey