Pretty, pretty princess
Well, I've survived!! I'm alive, sans my wisdom teeth and I can't be happier. I had a pretty interesting weekend, filled with family, friends, applesauce and percoset.
I had a pretty interesting dream last night, one that woke me right up. Well, I was in that stage, between being asleep and being awake, when there was a quick flash of imagery. The image was of a kiss, one of which I was the recipient. Thing is, I know nothing more than that. We were in a hotel room, I was sitting on the bed and this guy (no idea who) came over, bent down and gave me a kiss. And that kiss woke me up. No, not woke me up, energized me. My eyes popped right open and there I was, lying in bed at home. Weird.
But it made something so crystal clear to me: We always hear about the frog that's a prince, but no one really talks about all the princesses out there that need to be kissed. Now, I'm all about people knowing their worth and loving and cherishing who they are. That's why I call one cousin "Princess" and another "the Amazon Goddess," cuz nothing fits them better. But I get sidetracked, let me focus.
So, being in bed with a swollen face had me thinking. I told a couple of my friends it was a good thing I didn't have a boo cuz the past weekend would've been the deal breaker. That's not true, though, cuz it shouldn't have mattered what I looked like, any "boo" of mine would love me for me. Knowing that, with the "kiss" dream, I realized what I'm looking for. Something deeper.
Not some fun, on the fly love affair, but an actual connection with someone who really "gets" me. Now I realize that that is a tough thing to come by, but I'm still fairly young in the game, and only time will tell. Now, I'm not trying to be anyone's wife right now, either, I've got too much to do, but I was always raised to never say never.
Realizing all this, though, has helped me to empathize a little bit with those I've cursed out before. Like the Princess, who will toss herself (or her kids) under a bus if a man wanted her to. Or the Amazon Goddess, who still shops for her ex husband, even though he's all the way in NY. Or Martini, who's holding out for his eHarmony.com love match. Those issues are a shell, a big fat, warty, green shell. Each and every one of them, in their own ways, are waiting for their prince (princess in Martini's case) to come along and kiss them awake. I mean, yeah, they still have issues, but to them, life would be a little easier with someone by their side, with whom they can be themselves.
We're all frogs, in a sense. Ever look at a FLY guy and see that he has a girlfriend that's not as "up to par" as you think she should be? The first question that enters your mind is, "How'd SHE pull HIM?" Then, you dismiss it with something like, "She must give good head" or "She's probably payin' all his bills." It's like, they can't truly be happy without some sort of string attached. Like, she can't get him or he get her. Some people are like that, and they're the lucky ones. So whenever I see a couple like that, I just smile at them and keep on goin'.
See, after the breakup of all breakups, I looked to myself. I became my own personal princess. And I love myself wholeheartedly, believe you me. But there's a fortune out there that says, "If you fall in love with yourself, you leave no room for others." I hold that to be very true. I got to the point that if any man tried to get near me...Well, he didn't, to be honest. But I'm an all or nothing kinda girl, always have been. So, either I share nothing with a guy or I share everything. And therein lies the rub: he'll either love that about me or hate that about me. I may be too honest and scare him off. Or not honest enough and we barely communicate. For someone who hates silence, the latter's never a fun option. So, there's my shell, I guess...
I know what I have to offer to the man who wins me over, but he has to get there first. I can go down the list of all the things I can do, but it's pretty evident in just talking to me. I'm that girl that makes hot cocoa from scratch for a guy, but lets him know when I give it to him not to expect it all the time. But I'm also the girl who will make a 4 course meal for you, just cuz she's bored and didn't wanna waste her day and will say not a word when you come in with McDonald's in your hand. Can I be silent when doing something nice? Yes. Do I do it often? Yes. But I've spent too many days and nights being a silent support system for people who took me for granted. Trust me, if I'm making a fuss, chances are, it's been a long time comin' and you haven't been listening. But that was a side note...
In conclusion, I'm a frog, you're a frog, we're all frogs in this wacky world. But how many of us are aware of the princess (or prince) that lies within? Still waiting to be kissed, I guess...
I had a pretty interesting dream last night, one that woke me right up. Well, I was in that stage, between being asleep and being awake, when there was a quick flash of imagery. The image was of a kiss, one of which I was the recipient. Thing is, I know nothing more than that. We were in a hotel room, I was sitting on the bed and this guy (no idea who) came over, bent down and gave me a kiss. And that kiss woke me up. No, not woke me up, energized me. My eyes popped right open and there I was, lying in bed at home. Weird.
But it made something so crystal clear to me: We always hear about the frog that's a prince, but no one really talks about all the princesses out there that need to be kissed. Now, I'm all about people knowing their worth and loving and cherishing who they are. That's why I call one cousin "Princess" and another "the Amazon Goddess," cuz nothing fits them better. But I get sidetracked, let me focus.
So, being in bed with a swollen face had me thinking. I told a couple of my friends it was a good thing I didn't have a boo cuz the past weekend would've been the deal breaker. That's not true, though, cuz it shouldn't have mattered what I looked like, any "boo" of mine would love me for me. Knowing that, with the "kiss" dream, I realized what I'm looking for. Something deeper.
Not some fun, on the fly love affair, but an actual connection with someone who really "gets" me. Now I realize that that is a tough thing to come by, but I'm still fairly young in the game, and only time will tell. Now, I'm not trying to be anyone's wife right now, either, I've got too much to do, but I was always raised to never say never.
Realizing all this, though, has helped me to empathize a little bit with those I've cursed out before. Like the Princess, who will toss herself (or her kids) under a bus if a man wanted her to. Or the Amazon Goddess, who still shops for her ex husband, even though he's all the way in NY. Or Martini, who's holding out for his eHarmony.com love match. Those issues are a shell, a big fat, warty, green shell. Each and every one of them, in their own ways, are waiting for their prince (princess in Martini's case) to come along and kiss them awake. I mean, yeah, they still have issues, but to them, life would be a little easier with someone by their side, with whom they can be themselves.
We're all frogs, in a sense. Ever look at a FLY guy and see that he has a girlfriend that's not as "up to par" as you think she should be? The first question that enters your mind is, "How'd SHE pull HIM?" Then, you dismiss it with something like, "She must give good head" or "She's probably payin' all his bills." It's like, they can't truly be happy without some sort of string attached. Like, she can't get him or he get her. Some people are like that, and they're the lucky ones. So whenever I see a couple like that, I just smile at them and keep on goin'.
See, after the breakup of all breakups, I looked to myself. I became my own personal princess. And I love myself wholeheartedly, believe you me. But there's a fortune out there that says, "If you fall in love with yourself, you leave no room for others." I hold that to be very true. I got to the point that if any man tried to get near me...Well, he didn't, to be honest. But I'm an all or nothing kinda girl, always have been. So, either I share nothing with a guy or I share everything. And therein lies the rub: he'll either love that about me or hate that about me. I may be too honest and scare him off. Or not honest enough and we barely communicate. For someone who hates silence, the latter's never a fun option. So, there's my shell, I guess...
I know what I have to offer to the man who wins me over, but he has to get there first. I can go down the list of all the things I can do, but it's pretty evident in just talking to me. I'm that girl that makes hot cocoa from scratch for a guy, but lets him know when I give it to him not to expect it all the time. But I'm also the girl who will make a 4 course meal for you, just cuz she's bored and didn't wanna waste her day and will say not a word when you come in with McDonald's in your hand. Can I be silent when doing something nice? Yes. Do I do it often? Yes. But I've spent too many days and nights being a silent support system for people who took me for granted. Trust me, if I'm making a fuss, chances are, it's been a long time comin' and you haven't been listening. But that was a side note...
In conclusion, I'm a frog, you're a frog, we're all frogs in this wacky world. But how many of us are aware of the princess (or prince) that lies within? Still waiting to be kissed, I guess...
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"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." It's my rejuvenator, helping me to let go of the crap in my past and all past mistakes and skeletons in my closet and just look forward to whatever comes my way, appreciating that life is good. It can suck sometimes, but ultimately, it's good, and it's what you make of it baby! Noone needs to tell you that though...rock on darlin' ;o)