So, that's kind of my new philosophy. Phuck it and Enjoy! I've spent so much of my life being prim and proper and not really taking any chance that I've sort of been letting my life pass me by as I sit in the rocking chair on my front porch working on my latest cross-stitch- like I'm 88 instead of 28! I don't know how good I'm going to be at this whole, new philosophy- totally unchartered territory, afterall- but there's so much to see and do and we never really know, well, anything!

I'm avoiding going to work. I technically start at 11 today but as I finished my 100 ques. exam in 25 minutes, I'm stalling for time. *Sigh* I'm convinced that working does, infact, get in the way of a really nice life. I'd much rather stay in the park, or take a page from our dear (e:ladycroft) and go sailing! (That is the thing that I've decided to learn to do once I get my teaching degree- somehow, someway!)

Fellow (e:peeps), have a peach of a day! And remember to Enjoy!

There is something that I have been pondering lately... the idea that we should have "no fear" and whether or not that is really a good thing?

I am addicted to Dove dark chocolate. On the inside of the little red, foil wrapper there is a little inspirational saying. Last week, I kept coming up with the "Be Fearless" one. While on the surface, it is a wise suggestion as fear is generally what holds individual's back, but when you really think about it, though, it's really a stupid idea. Fear is a very real emotion that does serve a purpose of self preservation. It becomes inhibiting when it kicks in over things like spiders, elevators, the dark, etc... and a person becomes so paralyzed he or she can barely move, think, or save one's self should the situation arise. (Believe it or not, the idea is much clearer and eloquent in my head... and the words I am chusing are not expressing it as I would wish, but I shall press on, regardless...) To have "no fear" is to let go of a very real and necessary physiological response that has helped humanity throughout our evolution. The real answer, in my opinion, is to not have "No Fear" but to have great courage, which is to recognize and acknowledge that the fear is there and then move past it, to do what needs to be done. Maybe I'm full of shit but it's my revelation and I'm sticking to it...

So, I say to all of you live your lives with Great Courage! ;)

Sometimes, the best thing to do is to just give in to the Pity Party. Feel bad, cry it out, berate yourself, and then, reality kicks back in and you can say, "I'm an AWESOME person!" and really believe it, because, afterall, it's true.

I do think, though, that when an optimist hits the doldrums, we can get into a deeper depression than the most dedicated pessimist. The trick is, though that rather than dwelling there interminably, we dust ourselves off and smile and say, "What a beautiful day!" and move on from there. At least, that's what I do because, Magically, everything works out for the best in the end. So very Panglossian, and so very, very true. Ciao! :)

Okay, so I venture outside myself- finally- actually work up the nerve to ask out a very cute boy- which took me a month and a half from the time I decided to do it to the time I actually did- and, of course, it comes back to slap me in the face! My timing is so horrible, had I asked him when I originally realized that I should very much like to date him, he would have been still single, but as I procrastinated- AGAIN- he has since run into his ex-girlfriend and they're trying to work things out. ARGH! He's such a decent and honest and delicious guy OF COURSE he would have a girlfriend! (although I keep going to spell it "girlfiend". I think my subconcious is trying to say how I REALLY feel about the whole thing!) I kick myself for doing it, for saying to him that I really like him because now the truth is just out there, hanging in limbo, as always happens to me when I decide to take a chance on telling someone how I feel and once again, it really SUCKS! People always say, "What have you got to loose?" to which my answer is, "My self-respect". Have I lost my self respect- well, no- and I was- I AM rather proud of the fact that I did have the courage to do it but I don't feel any better for it. Immediately after I asked him, I asked myself "what the hell have I done?" I'm not going to lie, I so very badly wanted it to go in the other direction- for him to be single and be interested in me back, and had this ex- girlfriend not shown back up, I really think it would have.

I always say that I have no luck, but that is not true. I am a very fortunate person in a lot of ways, but where I have no luck is with the opposite sex and that stings. *sigh* I'll nurse back from this. I always do. I comfort myself with the fact that he really is a decent fellow and at least had the respect for me to be honest with me. That doesn't happen very often.