My motto in life- “This too shall pass”. I don’t exactly know who said that but I got that from somebody close to me from another life. I have been through a lot lately, I always survive it. I have to! But sometimes I just want to curl and hide in a hole and not come out for weeks. Sometimes I’m not that strong… I’m not that confident. I feel small, I feel vulnerable. I tell myself when I’m in that mood- I’m allowed to be sad. Heck yes, I am f*cking allowed to be sad, to scream my lungs out, to shed a gallon of tears. I’m allowed to stare at walls for hours and hours and not think about anything else or hear anything but the beating of my heart and the rise and fall of my chest. I don’t want anybody hugging me, telling me sweet words or encouraging words of some sort. I don’t want to be touched, I don’t want to be seen… I don’t want to be noticed!
Posted by Fareed Zakaria on August 4, 2016
A few days ago, I was asked on CNN to make sense of one more case in which Donald Trump had said something demonstrably false and then explained it away with a caustic tweet and an indignant interview. I replied that there was a pattern here and a term for a person who did this kind of thing: a “bullshit artist.” I got cheers and boos for the comment from partisans on both sides, but I was not using that label casually. Trump is many things, some of them dark and dangerous, but at his core, he is a B.S. artist.
From the time I could flip the pages of the Grolier Encyclopedia when I was young I wanted to see the world. Anywhere and everywhere. I was fascinated with Southern Europe, Middle East, North America (Canada) and New Zealand.
Provence was one of my few favorite places in the world. Although the last time I went to Southern Europe I did not go, but it was about an hour away from where I was! One day soon, one day soon! Continue Reading
I’m a very unpredictable person, most of the time I do things differently just because I do not want to be everybody else…which is in a way not bad but one thing I learned is with this type of personality and lifestyle comes unpredictable consequences. Being unconventional is exciting and weird to some extent…it makes you more interesting to some people, and makes other raise some eyebrows. I learned to not care so much about what people say, because the me 20 years ago, the me 10 years ago and the me now, are quite different, I grew so much in experience and in size (unfortunately)…but lets face it, if I look back, there were things I did 20, 10 years ago that were simply stupid if I happen to meet that same situation again, I would have responded differently…