Five (5) questions that I cant always answer, can you?

1: How many second chances does one person deserve?

2: Is omission betrayal?

3: Does a lifetime of good deeds make up for one sin?

4: Where do you draw the line between trust and being naive?

5: Does a white lie cover up a black truth?

This post is just a test. I am typing this from my phone. Just wanted to try it out.

Misery loves company

JEALOUSY: Envy. Covetousness. A painful awareness of an other's possessions or advantages and desire to have them too.
DESOLATE: Alone. Dismal. Feeling of unhappiness. Joyless, disconsolate and sorrowful through or as if through separation from a loved one.

KARMA: The force generated by a person's actions held in Hinduism and Buddhism to perpetuate transmigration and in its ethical consequences to determine the nature of the persons next existence. (what goes around comes around.)

Sometimes the positive effects of karma for some can be the negative for others. Working hard, being kind, and even simply keeping your head up when times get tough can bring you bigger and better things but those things seem to cause a fire in the hearts of others. Some people don't believe in hard work or kindness. Some people find their joy in projecting their problems onto others to avoid any responsibility, or to spread guilt and pain. Someone who is cruel hearted, who is jealous of and always competitive with everyone they know, who refuses to make positive change in their life and is on a mission to destroy the light in the lives of others will always fail. He will always live a desolate life, will continue to fall over and over again. Sitting around waiting for change to come to you is wasteful, and lazy. It's a breakdown. We must stand up when times are tough, when we struggle, and create the change we need to rebuild and live and prosper. You can't expect others to do for you what you can't do for yourself.

My exploding head

Have you ever experienced exploding head syndrome? I think that I have and I think it's pretty weird. I noticed that when I am overly tired or stressed out and Im in bed so so so close to falling completely asleep I hear a loud noise like a bang or shot. Sometimes there is what I can only explain as a flash of light with it. Recently I was reading a blog that caught my attention (there is no way I can ignore a blog with a title like exploding head syndrome) and it described someone in a very similar situation describing what I experience. So I looked up the information they talked about and found that exploding head syndrome is legit and quite a few people have it. Apparently its very common among women and might be related to stress and not getting enough sleep. Also, I was talking to Dennis about it and he knew exactly what I was talking about and has had that happen to him too! So I feel much better now that I have an idea of what it is, but next time Im at the doc's office I might still ask about it just in case.

Getting ready in the morning = prepairing for battle

It's no wonder that women are kinda nutty. Between cup size, dress size, shoe size, not to mention all the makeup and crazy shit we do to our hair, sometimes I feel like we need straight jackets instead of the newest fall jackets or winter jackets or spring jackets. We deal with color, cut, size, layering options, how much cleavage is good cleavage, (I personally feel like all cleavage is good cleavage) and length of things, then there are the skinny jeans. Today even I crammed into a pair and moved from wardrobe to hair and makeup. But then what I thought was going to be fashion genius turned into a nightmare when I looked outside and saw the snow,and in the hope that it will be melted off within the next few hours I am thinking of wearing some black pumps that are just as painful as the jeans. So today's question is this: to suffer or not? Heels or comfy yet ugly as fuck uggs? Then we move on to eyeliner choice followed by perfume. Why oh why do we do this to ourselves? Boredom? The media? Men? Who knows. Maybe some of us just kinda like it. ;) From boob jobs to blow jobs women, gay men and on occasion the metros are in for a bumpy ride. Lmao.

Im the bad apple today.

I like to think that in real life im not as terrible as people think i am. I like to think that people misunderstand my sometimes brutal honesty for cruelness and that people just misunderstand me as a whole, as a person. But then you just have one of those days where even the people closest to you make you doubt everything you have ever thought about yourself, and doubt all of the decisions you have made. So what do you do now? I dont know.

Irritation

So I saw an article in the paper today about a new trend in town. A ton of people here are substituting pot with dragon spice. I guess you can buy it at the local smoke shop and it gets you high. I know for a fact that it smell terrible, and is over priced. I think its stupid. I really dont have a problem with pot or dragon spice (whatever it is) but I do have a problem with people that are stoned out of their minds all of the time. The people who would rather get high and fat then go to work. I noticed recently that those people also like to complain about not having any money after spending it on pot and not working. I also have a problem with the perma-stoned people who are half retarded because of it, honestly we all know someone who is just fried, totally baked out of their heads and it never seems to ware off. Well it gets old, and no the same joke you have been telling and forgetting about for the last few months in not funny. Also, since Im ranting, Im getting tired of people who dont make a single decision on their own and try to be little carbon copies of everyone else. Those are the people who do everything you do, some of them also act like they are to good for you and soooo much better than you after becoming your wanna be clone. I also hate people who are fake and people who pretend to be friends out of some sort of convenience.
My weekend trip is going to be an awesome vacation away from all this crap and is very much needed.