TO SELL OR NOT TO SELL…that is the question.
Saturday is FSU Gameday. I SURPRISINGLY got a ticket and told someone i would give it to them immediately. Now, people are paying $100 for these tickets, so it seems like I have the golden ticket. I don’t know if i should keep my agreement to give it away or to stop being such a nice person and sell them….to sell or not to sell. that IS the question.
Soooo, I’ve definitely done it again. I fell for ANOTHER loser. Is his crime that he just can’t make time, or is it something more than that? I don’t know yet, but I’m going to find out. This is freaking ridiculous.
On a good note though, I just met two new potentials. Hooray for the rebounds!
How perfect do I have to be to get you to notice me? I’m sitting idle in this courtyard watching you pass by with no recollection of the girl you once called, “friend.” I’m over feeling invisible to someone I know knew I existed once. The cold stares and the incomplete smiles that you give others as you walk swiftly by seem almost emotionless. Even such looks as those would be enough to quench my thirst for your attention. I’m hot in this courtyard, yet I still sit here wondering if you’ll walk by again. That little glimmer of hope lingers in my spirit as five minutes passes by, then ten, fifteen. I wanted to tell you that I saw you. I wanted to say I missed you in person, but I couldn’t get up the nerve to yell your name across this courtyard. People are staring at me. I think they can hear what I’m thinking. They smile as if they have something to say about you. They laugh as if they know something I don’t. I don’t care. I’m still sitting here, waiting for you to pass by. I’m waiting for you to say my name in the distance, making me turn around and smile, just like in the movies. This isn’t the movies though. This is my life. I’m sitting in a courtyard like a huntress waiting patiently for her pray. I have to say, it’s pretty lame.
Party time at the watering hole means OCD with the wardrobe. Trying on seven different bathing suits, more than once might I add, could really add a lot of anxiety to your life. However, the funness of it all kind of outweighs the repetitive competition that is the WARDROBE CHANGE. Three different pool parties are about to compete for my love in a few hours. Which will win the war on fun?
So, for everyone with natural hair who believe that it’s about a “power movement”, this is a disclaimer: You may not want to read this, because being natural isn’t my thing.
I went natural over a year ago, but not by choice. I had been wearing weave for two years to get my hair to grow back after a short cut. I tried wearing MY hair out for a week but was quickly taken back by my OCD. My hair was a thick afro that had to be picked out EVERY hour. Now, anyone with OCD knows that an activity of that nature was going to be problematic for me. OCD makes the simplest activity SO freaking complex. At one point I remember sitting in the mirror for an hour, crying my eyes out because I felt like I was looking at another person. I was picking my hair for that entire hour because no matter what, it NEVER looked perfect to me. Moral of the story: do what makes you happy. The natural thing is absolutely gorgeous…for some…but it’s definitely NOT for me. LONG HAIR, DON’T CARE baby, not ALL NATURAL, OCD b/c of AFRO…
-SarinaOlivia
Opportunities are like socks. You lose them for a while, then they randomly appear in your basket.”
-SarinaOlivia
wherever the most people have found absolute happiness.
Just got a Twitter and thought, “hey! I should tell all BOTH of my followers on tumblr that I got a twitter!” Then I thought, “oh yeeeeahhh, I only need to tell one of those ppl that.”
SN: I’m the other one…#wack
A fashion is merely a form of ugliness so unbearable that we are compelled to alter it every six months.”
-Oscar Wilde
Oh, the simplicity of it all! Obsessive compulsive disorder is like a black stiletto. It’s simple and defined, yet it can also be bold and over-bearing. Being medically correct we can look at the definition from mayoclinic.com which states, “Obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) is an anxiety disorder characterized by unreasonable thoughts and fears (obsessions) that lead you to do repetitive behaviors (compulsions). Ultimately, you feel driven to perform compulsive acts in an effort to ease your stressful feelings.” To put it in simpler terms, like OCD, that black stiletto can hurt you and put you in an uncomfortable state. You will walk around like nothing’s the matter, but know in the back of your mind that if you don’t deal with this irrefutable issue now, it will drive you crazy and ultimately cause you pain. However, you know that those black stilettos will make your just “okay” LBD look just “okay I’m getting a send date,” so you wear them anyways. You believe in your mind that doing this simple thing will make everything else better. Hello! That’s classic OCD. Now, though the pain from an aching toe and the mental pain from OCD differ greatly, they are both undeniably real. Although one cannot see what stresses another out, just as you fake the pain from a tight heel clenching your piggly wigglys, therefore making it seem as if there is no pain, it doesn’t mean that the stress is not there. And also like the addiction of wearing those restricting foot traps of death, OCD is not something that can just be stopped. Instead of being pissed off and trying to stop the compulsions, you live with it, just as you would with your little black stilettos. So, moral of the story here is that we all have some type of impulse that at times can seem like it defines our lives. For some it’s a repetitive behavior, for others it’s the inability to stop wearing their favorite pair of red bottoms, but in the end we all have them, so we should all embrace them!
-SarinaOlivia
