Won’t like you.

 

0n face book I received a message of sorts I say of sorts because it was a colourful attractive quote, it said—

“People might agree with you but because its you they won’t”.

Its a bit like believing that if your nice to some one they will be nice to you,

so not so, there are people who don’t want to like you or me and whatever we do they still won’t like you so count your blessings and be glad there not in your life you don’t need such people nobody does .

Going solo.

 

I enjoy  going solo I enjoy the freedom one gets from going it alone I don’t feel the need for some one else’s company all the time. But when I have been in good company for a while that feeling goes away and I miss them and want to make for human company once again, but it passes.

Most things I do are solitary things, drawing and painting, writing poetry and short stories, I get bored easily and some times don’t bother to finish what I write knowing in my heart I have the ability to write well when I am of mind. I feel sort of ashamed that I have in a drawer manuscripts of original stories I have written and done nothing with. As for poetry I have lost so many poems I have written and forgot them over the years. I had a draw full of pictures I painted from sketches I did they are now tatty and not fit to show. I have wasted talents but I guess we all have.

All that glitters.

0ne of my favourite old sayings is “All that glitters is not gold”, and it means that what you see or hear is not always true or real. That is very much the case more so these days than ever before with the possibility of all kinds of cosmetic surgery and so much we can do to cover up who we really are.

We can feel very let down when we find out the truth about some one if they are hiding behind some thing or pretending to be some thing there not.

I like to make the best of what I have but I don’t want to change it not because I think its so great but its me and who I am and I am unique I don’t want to have a nose that is perfect or like some one else’s I know if I changed it for another I would never like it and in the end we need character and much more to survive to a big age in this life and looks don’t come into it. Infact I think too much surgery on parts of the face and body could make us look older as the years pass than we other wise would.

To be alive.

There is one thing about life giving you a rough ride you do appreciate each day when you have climbed out of that hole and can see the light again. When they were giving up on me and were about to let me die and I heard my hubby say “I am here and I love you” I used every bit of strength I had to fight back and he said the first time I gripped his hand tears filled his eyes.

The Stare.

Do you get fed up with people who stare, don’t ask them why they are staring because they wont tell you, I even wonder if they know why they do it, did nobody tell them its rude.
Just before I left hospital nurse’s came in and out of my room preparing for me to go home and standing in the middle of the floor outside opposite the door was a chap staring in and listing I stared back but he made no attempt to move.
When I came out of a restaurant a smart looking elderly woman stood and stared at me eyeing me up and down. Then often my hubby and I have seen a woman who stands outside the door stareing at the house and one day I looked through the window and she stared back without flinching.
You know when people who stare are not your friend try speaking to them such as hello and they won’t answer. Maybe they should learn to mind there own business before some one punches there nose for there cheek.

Listen to your body.

“Listen to your body” some one said. If I listen to mine I would never get out of bed, it is saying, “I am tired, I ace all over and every thing is an effort” but I still get up whatever sort of night I had and get on with things, I would hate not to be able to do anything and expect others to do for me as I had to do once when I could not even lift a knife and fork to eat on my own my hands would not grip them, my hands were so weak, my feet would not move, and I was so weak I could not stand for more than a second without falling to the floor and then I could not get up. Doctors gave up on me I became a skeleton looking creature hollow faced and thin, part of my inside taken away and a huge hole in my gut I was dyeing and I knew it. I struggled to pray to a god that seemed to not be there and not care, “God help me” I called and very soon I awoke in intensive care much to everybody’s amazement. I could hear people and picked up on there amazement “Hello”, some one said it was a woman wearing a green mask and green overall “You have come back we never thought you would”, said the woman with a huge smile. The struggle went on, I was still isolated from every one I had a major operation, a heart attack, and sepsis there was a long way to go but I was alive and it seemed my prayer was answered.

0pen minded.

What is important to one person is not to another. 0nly when we are keen on playing tennis or any other game are we impressed by the one who is the best at the game nobody else feels anything about it.

We don’t really know what we like until some thing clicks with us some times we might with an open mind give some thing a chance  others will not,  they make up there mind they don’t like some thing and will not give it a chance.

I like to keep an open mind and try new things even if nothing clicks just to see if I feel any different about things when I have the full value of them after all if we don’t we might be missing some thing.

True friend.

I can remember some years ago when a chap was very bothersome wanted me to go out with him, me no, so when he invited himself over I put some curlers in my hair some thing I rarely do and the oldest clothes I could find and no make up thinking this would scare him of but it did not, he turned around and said, ” If this is how you look at your worse wow! you look great at your best”. In other words it did not work he was not put of and the funny thing is I liked him so much more, he liked me for me, those are the people worth having as friends. If we have to rush around to polish the house and dress up to please some one we don’t need them.

People person.

What is a people person some one who can not stand to be alone, am I a people person no I enjoy my own company and I think I prefer the company of animals to many people who only moan and complain all the time and find fault in others.

No I am not much of a people person although I enjoy the company of some people who have interesting things to say specially if they make me laugh. I am sympathetic to the misunderstood the unloved the one who is different they are often kind hearted people who accept others for what they are and are bullied by the well supported one who gets every thing his own way. My experience of people as not been good I have a history of people hurting and letting me down but I still give them  a chance now with a more open mind.