Grrrrrrrrr one word... MEN!
Or should I say... RELATIONSHIPS!
What is the point in them. I always thought of myself as being someone who is on the look out for that special someone. Now don't get me wrong I don't mean that in a Sex and the City type of way... where I except to live happily ever after in a penhouse in New York... eventhough that does sound quite fun. But even just finding a simple, reliable man to spend time with is a pain in the arse.
But the people I find even more idiotic then men are people like myself... Who feel (or at least felt) that sooner or later someone would turn up out of the blue and everything would be hunky dorey!
I pride myself as being a positive person. I like who I am and the way I look. I have flaws, don't we all, but I have never considered them to be a issue.
But recently when I have let myself fall for people I have found myself starting to question the positive image I once held so proudly.
Relationships, don't always work. You have to kiss a lot of frogs to find Prince Charming. And by kissing a lot of frogs either gets you a reputation or makes you feel worse.
No one wants to go round kissing frogs all their lives. But its all part and part of growing up and "experiencing" life... if thats the best way to put it.
You have to take the good with the bad. Sometimes people hurt you... sometimes they don't.
True friends don't hurt you. You can pick your friends, which means you can make the choice who you think will stick near you and who wouldn't.
I think I'll keep kissing frogs. As long I realise some frogs maybe complete tossers.
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We're all in the same boat honey. Well apart from those annoying married people, heh heh. Hang in there!
Karen is overlooking the fact that I kissed my fair share of frogs too. Well, a couple. But they were pretty damn ugly. Nice post Markie! x
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