simple truths

"You should be a writer." Well according to my mother I could also have been the first female president (missed that boat by about 14 yrs..lol), a lawyer, a doctor, etc. etc. She really has pushed the writing though. Buying me books on how to get books published (that book must have been easy to get published..lol), signing me up for Writers Digest magazine and bringing up a career in it every time I wrote anything more than a sentence.  Problem being, I don’t know what the hell to write about. It’s not that I don’t enjoy it. It’s not that I have no talent in it. It’s not even that I don’t have the time for it. I simply have no inspiration. Now I know a lot about a lot, but have not mastered any one thing enough to say "I’m the expert, now read my book." I have a whole plethora of opinions, but then again don’t we all.  I have my life story, which could definitely have a book written about it, but we all have our stories and to rehash it all for the sake of b

TSA...TSK, tsk tsk... Have we gone a little overboard? Just Maybe?? I am a 22 year old white female, never had a passport in my life, no arrests, no tickets, etc. Because the security level is at Orange (wtf does that mean?),  I am nearly missing my plane while TSA runs a little fabric covered wand through my bag, which is now dismantled on their table. Then they run that fabric through an expensive piece of machinery to see if I have any explosives..I don't, ok.  I can only bring two carry on items..my purse counts--though it never has before. I am now faced with merging two packed bags into one...at the same time lug around a 50lb. commercial stand mixer (which TSA had no problems with, except that I wasn't making chocolate chip cookies for them..lol). Anyway as I stand here in this damn airport, barefoot of course because my shoes might turn into a weapon as seen on James Bond, I realize that if i wanted to think hard about it I could come up with a dozen ways to take over a

Alright, now who in the F-Ck said that it was "ok" to go around f-cking with how people feel. To try to play games with their head (I say try because you have to have a f-cking brain to accomplish this). Apparently I missed the grown-up class where they tell you that it's alright to say things you don't mean, to outright lie, to take someones world away from them and laugh about it. I missed the part that teaches others to have NO f-cking conscience, how to steal and not care, how to spit in someone's face or crush their insides. Why can't I just get it together and be the same way. Why is it so hard for me to get my way. people are always telling me how I am stubborn and always want my way..but for some reason I can't go to the same extreme lengths to get it as some, or most, others. f-ck it all. Not a god damn thing i can do about this sh-t anyway. Justice and fairness and morality is a f-cking JOKE. No one lives by these rules anymore, it's all

haha..."So, I've decided..." I am a flake..lol I come on here and say I am gonna start writing everyday. I say that often, yet I don't do it. I think a lot of people do that sort of thing. Intend on doing something and then never really get to doing it. How do we make that GiAnT Leap into action? I woke up last week, with the though "self-monitoring." The part of us that knows and recognizes ourselves and our actions objectively. I looked it up in my psychology book (thanks sis!) and didn't find it, but I did find "self-efficacy." Close enough I figured... Self-efficacy is the ability to believe in ourselves and take the necessary steps in order to achieve an intended result. It turns out, just by believing in ourselves, it makes us better at what we do. If I believe I will do well in my new job, because I am confident and possess the needed skills, then I will do well. If I do not believe I will do well, regardless of ability, I will not do as