Words of wisdom.

                          Words of wisdom

Everybody has it, that one experience where you realise that your friends are in fact major assholes. This normally happens in your teenage years when you catch your " friends " whispering behind your back. But to be honest most people can be assholes at that age, in one way or another. I probably was one myself at one point.

When I used to come home upset about what one of them had said or done my mum would always say this to me " There is a difference between being mates with someone and being friends with someone ". I of course had no idea what she was talking about at the time but now I think she's pretty spot on. Mates are the people hanging around you when you have free concert tickets or the people calling you up to go out after everyone else has told them they're busy. They aren't the ones who listen to your problems, wipe your tears away and shout blue murder to whoever has hurt you, those people fall into the friend category. The thing is, if you were to count how many " mates " you had and how many " friends " you had what would be the outcome? Unfortunately I found myself realising that some of the people I had known for years were not that great for me. When I look back at how many times they have let me down it makes me so damn angry. However a lot of that anger is with myself because I let them walk all over me. Anyway this blog isn't for feeling sorry for ourselves, it's more an on wards and upwards point of view. Instead of being upset about it I kind of feel liberated, I can go off and do my own thing making new friends along the way. And what will I lose from it all? Nothing!

Being popular doesn't interest me in any way whatsoever. I would rather have one good friend than a hundred lousy mates.

If we can choose our " friends " then why do we choose so badly? If those people upset you then just do what I'm doing and just walk away. They aren't worth the worry.

Just be happy! :)

A Rose by any other name...

It's always surprised me how in a world as big as ours that people can manage to find each other and fall in love. A small twist of fate can decide whether or not we meet the person of our dreams or of our nightmares.

You could walk up the road everyday at precisely nine am and miss your " soul mate " by a minute or you could travel to the other side of the planet and meet the same person in a dive of a hostel and fall in love. Maybe your surroundings account for whether these feelings progress, I don't know. But anyway my point is to find someone you like let alone love is a bit of a gamble at the best of times, however to find someone, fall in love, get married and decide to have babies is a whole other thing. And that brings me to the point of my ramblings, how the fudge do these people both agree to call their children the worst names in history?!

People should not be destined to be together because they both equally have terrible taste in baby names, but I have heard some awful ones in my time. In fact whenever I know that someones had a baby or is close to giving birth I tend to ask what they will call it. It's like a sickness, I need to know what they will call the child so that I can decide if their main aim is to get their child bullied by the time they start school. I have no idea what drives these people to be such assholes to their kids but if it's to stop them from being able to buy key rings with their name on then they are winning big time.

I do not include any particular names that I find distasteful or amusing, after all my opinion on names may not be the same as yours but I will leave you with one thought. I once knew a girl that wanted to call their daughter after the place she was conceived, that name was Alley! Now that is classy!