Say what you want; want what you say!
It’s the age of the internet and yes, sometimes you get to hang out your best friends and talk about all of the things and stuff. Sometimes though, you have that moment when you’re at your dining room table…please notice that I do know the difference between “you’re” and “your”…HOLLAH!! …alone. All day. And you’ve done laundry and dishes and vacuumed and tossed approximately six articles of clothing and…you realize you’re writing this with a very delicate pen, but you have a heavy hand and it’s not even YOUR’S!!!! Bai pen! Wait…SQUIRREL! Uhmmmm…
So you’re there and think, “whassit? Do you care? Am I what you need? Do you have what I need? Will you be there when, later, shit hits the fan?!” I have a lump in my right breast. I’ve had one before and it turned out to be a fibroses tissue (sack). NBD. They did an ultrasound and it was inconclusive, so Panda had to have a mammogram, and let me tell you…OUCH! M’Fer!!! Ouch! Who wants their breast smooshed between two steel plates??!! So, it’s fine! That time was fine, as I’m sure this time will be fine too.
But it’s different. That time I had someone. A constant. Someone who was there. This time I have me. Only me. So I decided to make it public. Selfishly, because I need you. All of you.
And what shocked me is that within seconds I had you. All of you. Concern, love, prayers, and [CRUSH](es). And so many text messages. So. Many. I realized that I’m not alone. No, I don’t have a life-partner per say, but you have now become that to me.
Annnnnnd…my point?
SAY IT (type it/photograph it)!! Social media is there for a reason and you need to use it to your advantage once in awhile! Yes, post your happy moments, but also realize that there is an untapped fountain of support for you if you need it. Instagram, Twitter, FaceBook, whatever! Just use it. You need it. And when you’re done, I need you…in human form.
On a completely different subject, one in which I have touched on before; speak up. Last night when I was working, I had two instances of “Imma flirt with you.” One I had no idea about until I was closing out the credit cards (at 2am), the other I knew about immediately. So here’s my question: If you feel something, why would you write a note on a credit card receipt and why in the world would you expect your bartender to remember who you were??!! So this human has now given me his phone number in the hopes that I will just randomly call him?! Is that a compliment? The second instance was 6 guys, who all work in the service industry. When they were leaving one of them leaned over the bar and asked me if he could tell me something. I told him, “sure?”…and, “You’re amazingly beautiful and you have awesome taste in music! I just wanted you to know.” Then he walked out. BAM! Thank you. HEARD! So take from this mini-rant what you will, but know that most humans need to hear what you are thinking and if you want to compliment someone, DO IT! Out loud!
It’s the age of the internet and yes, sometimes you get to hang out your best friends and talk about all of the things and stuff. Sometimes though, you have that moment when you’re at your dining room table…please notice that I do know the difference between “you’re” and “your”…HOLLAH!! …alone. All day. And you’ve done laundry and dishes and vacuumed and tossed approximately six articles of clothing and…you realize you’re writing this with a very delicate pen, but you have a heavy hand and it’s not even YOUR’S!!!! Bai pen! Wait…SQUIRREL! Uhmmmm…
So you’re there and think, “whassit? Do you care? Am I what you need? Do you have what I need? Will you be there when, later, shit hits the fan?!” I have a lump in my right breast. I’ve had one before and it turned out to be a fibroses tissue (sack). NBD. They did an ultrasound and it was inconclusive, so Panda had to have a mammogram, and let me tell you…OUCH! M’Fer!!! Ouch! Who wants their breast smooshed between two steel plates??!! So, it’s fine! That time was fine, as I’m sure this time will be fine too.
But it’s different. That time I had someone. A constant. Someone who was there. This time I have me. Only me. So I decided to make it public. Selfishly, because I need you. All of you.
And what shocked me is that within seconds I had you. All of you. Concern, love, prayers, and [CRUSH](es). And so many text messages. So. Many. I realized that I’m not alone. No, I don’t have a life-partner per say, but you have now become that to me.
Annnnnnd…my point?
SAY IT (type it/photograph it)!! Social media is there for a reason and you need to use it to your advantage once in awhile! Yes, post your happy moments, but also realize that there is an untapped fountain of support for you if you need it. Instagram, Twitter, FaceBook, whatever! Just use it. You need it. And when you’re done, I need you…in human form.
On a completely different subject, one in which I have touched on before; speak up. Last night when I was working, I had two instances of “Imma flirt with you.” One I had no idea about until I was closing out the credit cards (at 2am), the other I knew about immediately. So here’s my question: If you feel something, why would you write a note on a credit card receipt and why in the world would you expect your bartender to remember who you were??!! So this human has now given me his phone number in the hopes that I will just randomly call him?! Is that a compliment? The second instance was 6 guys, who all work in the service industry. When they were leaving one of them leaned over the bar and asked me if he could tell me something. I told him, “sure?”…and, “You’re amazingly beautiful and you have awesome taste in music! I just wanted you to know.” Then he walked out. BAM! Thank you. HEARD! So take from this mini-rant what you will, but know that most humans need to hear what you are thinking and if you want to compliment someone, DO IT! Out loud!
