I’m a huge Netflix fan! In the rare moments that I’m actually home, I fire-up Netflix and get things done while it plays in the background. I hate lounging. I’m not the type of person who can sit-around watching a show — I’m a Capricorn, for God’s sake. Capricorns are known for their workaholic tendencies. So having Netflix allows me to feel fulfilled in the work arena. It also keeps my mind going — and on occasion it also prevents me from venturing too far into Self Pityland (it helps with breakup recovery!).
My latest Netflix adventure is How I Met Your Mother from the NBC network. Because its main character is wife-hunting, it’s chock-full of lighthearted dating jokes, advice, lessons and more. And even though I’m multi-tasking while watching, I still catch a lot of festive dating truths. Some of those truths comes from one of the most ridiculous versions of the male dating dog — Barney Stinson — played by the very talented Neil Patrick Harris. His ridiculous antics on the show are a culmination of every wickedly dickheaded douche (male or female!) whom you may have dated (or married!). And his character, Barney Stinson, has a blog. That’s right. You read me.
Because the entire series is available, you’re able to absorb endless character traits and history that are carried throughout each episode. So when a detail like Barney’s blog is mentioned, you can’t help but chuckle, because you feel like you’re part of the gang… in on the joke… a member of the family.
Today I decided to Google Barney’s blog, hoping the network actually took that extra step to flesh-out such a great show. They did! Meet: Barney Stinson Blog
The blog is legen-wait for it-dary! Enjoy!!
And unfortunately if it’s anger or resentment, then you’ll get more anger and resentment. Do yourself a favor, and when you start thinking about how someone is pissing you off, stop yourself and think of that one thing that makes you happy. Get yourself a Positivity App if you have to.
There comes a point in a toxic relationship where you have to choose YOU over the past. Sure you may have “invested time,” but what does that matter if the person you’re now with is no longer who they used to be? It doesn’t matter if they WERE or COULD be who you want them to be. If they’re not NOW, then they’re NOT. You now need to think about why it’s so important to stay with someone who doesn’t appreciate your good qualities.
Sometimes posts like this make me want to scream. It’s not always easy to be happy and positive! Like someone posting it will make think, “Oh hey, you’re so right! Let me get on that right now!”
But honestly, when I put in the effort to stop myself from wanting to kick some asses, things actually do get better. And they get better quickly.
So here’s “the thing”: You can be miserable 100% of the time because you think “bad things are going to happen anyway – so why bother,” OR you can HAVE and allow yourself to enjoy glimpses of happiness while you have them until all hell breaks loose.
From what I can see, one of these scenarios offers happiness, and the other doesn’t. Your choice.
A friend and I were discussing why I was meant to be single. “I really believe I’m meant to be alone right now,” I said.
“Why’s that?” he asked
“I’m clearly not learning some kind of lesson that God needs me to learn,” I mused. “It’s always got to do with a lesson. Ennndddless lessons.” I laughed. But I was still serious. Only at this point in my life I’ve been questioning if someone DID enter my world, would I really want to make room for him?”
Either way, I feel like I’m in a constant state of studying. What makes the universe choose one person to have something and another to not?
I was with some married friends this past weekend, watching them argue brutally most of the day. It was uncomfortable, to say the least. I couldn’t help but think, “Is this the lesson that I’m supposed to learn? That I’m so much stronger and better-off being single?” I breathed a sigh of relief when I returned home. After donning some poofy holiday socks, popping a bottled Root Beer, and lounging with my young son, I realized that if their route was my only other choice, I would indeed want to stay single.
What we need is a signal that confirms our lessons have been learned. Like, “Ding! Ding! Ding! Congratulations! You’ve achieved Level 8: Maintaining Your Self.” Sort of like a video game, when you reach a new level you get more weapons, ammo or more doors open.
“Ding! Ding! Ding! 1YearOfSingle, you’ve just discovered all your crappy romances were to actually help everyone else succeed in love!” Oh lovely. Well at least I know now. 😉 Lol…
When I was in college, I got in an argument with my mother that resulted in her fetching a kitchen knife, and my sister calling the police. When the cops showed, they eventually told me I needed to “listen to my mother.” A few years ago I watched my ex-husband manipulate the system, including lying in court. No evidence was requested from him. I lost the court battle. Last year I was devastated when someone I deeply cared for returned to a toxic spouse. So you see – Im not surprised in recent events. Until we be strong, stand up for justice, truth and honor, the assholes will just keep winning. Now, I honestly don’t know all the details of recent news events but I know what Ive witnessed countless times, and those heartbreaks were enough for me.
Sometimes it’s exhausting hearing people say, “You did the right thing.” Because besides not being involved in a toxic, unhealthy relationship, I’m forever alone. And while I love me – and quite honestly can’t think of anyone I’d want to break into my happy little reverie that I’ve got going – sometimes it would be nice to feel rewarded for tough decisions I’ve made with something other than “Your life won’t suck now.” Sometimes that consolation prize just doesn’t cut it.
So I walked out of work last night and into light rain. At first I was thinking, “Okay no big deal that my umbrella was still upstairs in the office because Im on my way to the subway, and that’s only a block away. I then hit block after block of BLOCKADES, thanks to what looked like the NYPD. But no one really knows since no information was shared. So the group of now-irate commuters walked for blocks like prodded cows, the blockade guards stood silent, allowing people to get pissed-off because we had 1.) No idea why the blockades were up 2.) No idea how to get around the blockades to get HOME 3.) No detour information. Im at a loss for how some folks can force others into ignorance and NOT expect a riot? Common sense here, people. Hello. I was trying to not feel sorry for myself, even considering yesterday was a horrendous day. So there I was, getting rained-on and detoured, and thinking that people are so negative about the rain. I’d get soaked even if I had the umbrella. So would it be worth hearing – all day, “It’s going to rain! It’s going to rain!” Or not knowing at all and walking into the monsoon? Either way, something’s raining on my parade. Lol
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Trust me, I've been there, I've looked, I've searched and I know now, that there are no answers to be found in the bottom of a bottle or on the edge of a blade! Fighting Hard, Recovering, Rebuilding, REBORN. Moving on from addiction to a new life.