teetalks

I really think about this space to write quite often and for whatever reason can’t pull the trigger when I want to write. Theres even an app, I am still not committed. I haven’t been to the gym, I don’t run, if I’m too tired I cancel yoga. Am I lazy or is it “ADHD”, I get excited about new things and then don’t stay consistent.

Anyway, I’m at barnes n noble being a “writer” lol how cool am I. Not. I am avoiding doing my homework because I’m over doing homework. I wonder if I can make a profession out of being a philosopher. I think often about why children or even adults want to be buried in the sand when we visit the beach. Why do we feel compelled to be under the heavy weight of the sand? Why are we collecting shells, as if they belonged to us once and we lost them. Why can humans smell rain stronger than a shark can smell blood or whatever the hell that research said. What is that about?

Yesterday was my best friends baby shower and it was cute, tomato themed. Everyone had a great time and she was smothered with gifts, as she should be. I think I’d love to have a baby, a little girl. A sweet crazy little ferocious girl.

My mom always wanted a little girl and here I am just being a beast of a woman. Loud mouth, opinionated, intimidating.

Or.

Strong, empowered, brave, funny.

Depends on who you’re talking to or who is tolerating me, enduring me or loving me. I’ve always been proud of my intellect. I finally found someone who supports how smart I am without feeling threatened or, competitive. My social butterfly charismatic charm is endearing to him, not a threat that I’m seeking attention elsewhere. I’d love to meet a stranger some day but as my friends and family say “theresa knows no stranger, all are a friend”. I have enemies, or well, people can’t stand me. I know it to be true, I can also very much be a stubborn, relentless pain in the ass. I love myself for it because as Dr.Seuss always said…

those who mind, don’t matter

those who matter, don’t mind.