FiftyFour.

I've been told that I'm wise beyond my years.

I know, I thought that was kind of strange myself.

But nonetheless, I'd like to share some of my wisdom and things I've learned with you.

After all, you learn something new every day.

Here goes:

You can't let what other people say bother you. If you do, then they're getting exactly what they want. Some people are just insensitive, insecure, and unbelievably rude. They take comfort in knowing that they can break you down, and for some reason that makes them feel better about themselves. Let them say what they want. No matter what they come out with, you're better than them. And besides, I'm sure your momma taught you better than that anyway.

The only person that can stop you from doing something is yourself... and in some cases the law (you don't need to be doing those things though ;) ). If you don't believe in yourself then no one else will, but if you do... well then you can do anything.

There is a very fine line between doing someone favors, and being taken advantage of. A favor is a once in a while thing. If you find yourself helping someone out over and over again, chances are you're being taken. If you're not sure just count how many times that person has helped you out. If the score is 10-1, well then you can figure it out for yourself.

You only live once. Don't waste time. Don't put things off for another day when today is just as good as any other. Have fun. Don't take yourself, or anything for that matter, too seriously.

Just Live.

FiftyThree.

Random Collection of Thoughts...

This post isn't going to just have one topic, and it very well may not make sense, but at lease I'll know what I'm talking about.

I'm starting to hate my job.

Ok, clearly that's a lie because I've hated it for a while now. It's exhausting. I feel like they take advantage of me because I'm the only one competent enough to do anything (besides the new Amanda, she's catching on quickly, thank god.) Everyone expects me to drop what I'm doing to help them, but the second I need any kind of assistance they're too busy. It's ridiculous. And when someone doesn't feel like doing it, it gets dumped on my desk.

Lately, I've just been saying I'm too busy, or that's not my job because I'm just not doing it.

I can't wait til the change and I become the office manager and I can just do whatever I want whenever I want.

My job is also slightly depressing. I've been there a year and a lot of the patients that I was used to seeing on a regular (3 month) basis have passed away. It's a small office so you become familiar with the patients pretty quickly. Most of the patients are pretty old too, so once you realize you haven't seen someone in a while, you also realize what must have happened.

What's the worst part? It makes you realize that life's shorter than you thought it was. One little old couple was planning a trip to Asia, and a week later the wife was planning the husbands funeral. You never know when your time is going to come. And we should all be so lucky as to be in love for 50+ years like they were.

People really are selfish.

No matter how good some people claim to be, they're really only looking out for themselves. I can appreciate you taking care of yourself first, somebody has to do it-but if you're going to be a bitch, or an asshole... then be a bitch or an asshole. And if that's the case, then own up to it. If you're going to be one behind my back, then I can't respect you.

I like to think I'm not selfish. Actually, I know that I'm not. I go out of my way for people all of the time. I'm getting really tired of it too because no one appreciates it.

Recently I went out of my way to get someone a job. At first I told them it probably wasn't for them, and the hours were long, and it was a lot to learn. They didn't care, and wanted to get an interview anyway. I did what I could, they got the interview, they worked one day, and then they quit.

Really? Way to waste my time training you, and then make me look bad. Way to go.

I don't know why so many people love me.

I mean, yes I am awesome. I know that, but that's not what I mean.

It's uncomfortable sometimes. It's flattering, don't get me wrong, but when it happens relatively often it's weird. I don't know why it happens, just the way I don't know why everything happens to me.

It's actually scary when you've only known someone for two months and they tell you that they love you... and then they become a stalker... Ok, well, that was an isolated incident, but still. Anyway, I guess what I'm saying is, try not to fall in love with me ;)

I suppose that's all for now.

FiftyTwo.

Hyp·o·crite

Pronunciation: \ˈhi-pə-ˌkrit\

Function: noun

Etymology: Middle English ypocrite, from Anglo-French, from Late Latin hypocrita, from Greek hypokritēs actor, hypocrite, from hypokrinesthai

Date: 13th century

1 : a person who puts on a false appearance of virtue or religion 2 : a person who acts in contradiction to his or her stated beliefs or feelings

— hypocrite adjective

Interesting? Yes, yes in deed.

I find it hilarious how some people can go and cut someone down about one thing or another, and turn around and do the same exact thing. I actually just read something that someone wrote and laughed to myself because a certain person made themselves look like a complete asshole, not that I didn't already think that that person was one.

Thank you for proving to everyone that you're not as high and mighty as you think you are.

On another note, I follow a few blogs here and there. Not all of them are on this website so you wont find the one I'm talking about, and good thing too. I'm not about pointing fingers at anyone. Yes, I may not like certain things but I'm not going to publish your name because we disagree.

Anyway, I was reading some posts and I thought to myself "Self, I can't believe what I'm reading." The things this person posted were just outrageous. I almost feel like this person doesn't have a television, and quite possibly has never watched the news in their entire life.

I can't write any thing else about this because it just gets me aggravated.

FiftyOne.

Why are the people you love the most the ones that hurt you the worst?

Because they know that no matter what they do, you'll forgive them.

That's true. For the most part, anyway. They'll wrong you, and hurt your feelings, and probably offend you more than once. Time after time you'll accept their halfhearted apology and go on about your business, until one day they just push you too far.

Once you hit that point, there's no going back. There's no more forgiveness left.

And once you hit that point, it's time to realize that they weren't worth your time to begin with. Of course you'll be disappointed at first, and of course you'll miss that person at times, but a person can only give so much when all the other person does is take.

Fifty.

So...

In the last week a handful of people have told me that I have either changed their life, or made it better in some way, shape, or form. It's a good feeling, flattering. I had no idea that I impacted anyone's life, let alone several.

Also this week, I've been touched by someone else's act of kindness. There's a group on Facebook called Tell Her She's Beautiful. A high school boy created the group to prove to one girl that she's beautiful, and it just kind of took off. His main goal is to spread the love, even if it's just one person at a time. Now he has more than one million followers.

He's inspired me to inspire you.

If everyone just took one minute out of their day to give someone a compliment, or do someone a favor, or just be there to listen... if people really did pay it forward... imagine what we'd be able to accomplish. Sure it seems impossible, and yes there will always be hate in the world no matter how much peace you try to spread, but in order for anything to happen it has to start with you.

Now, I'm not going to sit here and preach to you about all of the things that will make you a better person because I'm in no position to do so, and if you want to be a better person you'll do it on your own. All I'm asking you to do is pay it forward. I know you've all heard that phrase before, and many of you have even seen the movie. The only thing left is to actually do it. If you think about it, when you're down wouldn't you want someone around trying to pick you up?

The last thing I want to say here is that you should always follow your dreams. I'm sure you've heard that before too, and brushed it off. I know I did, and I regret it on a regular basis. If I had just listened, I'd be in a very different place right now. Thankfully my life is still amazing and I have amazing people in it, but I will always have the 'what if' in the back of my mind, and it will bother me for a long time. Just remember there is no dream too big, and you shouldn't ever let anything stand in your way. No matter what obstacles you might have to face, if you want it bad enough, it'll happen.

Now, it's your turn.

Remind someone that they're beautiful today.

FortyNine.

Opinions.

Opinions are like assholes. Everybody's got one, and everyone thinks everyone else's stinks.

True. Very true.

However...

Having an opinion isn't bad. It's not wrong or something you should ever be ashamed of. What you should be ashamed of is disrespecting other people and the opinions that they have. Especially if you don't know the person, how do you know there isn't a good explanation on why they feel the way that they feel?

Exactly. You don't.

I guess it's easier to judge someone when you don't have all of the facts.

And I guess when you're still so young it's easier to jump to conclusions and lash out than it is to be civilized and have a conversation. I don't know about anyone else, but when someone has a problem with me, I'd rather them come directly to me instead of blowing it way out of proportion.

You know what they say about assuming things, don't you?

But then again, who am I? I'm passed the juvenile stage in my life where I think I know everything about everything so clearly, I'm just a girl with a blog.

And I just want to throw this out there on a side note;

I was practically married to the military for five years, and some of my best friends are still enlisted. For someone to sit there and tell me I don't understand the military life, or appreciate what they do for us, completely disgusts me.

FortyEight.

Quick Note:

I recently deleted two blogs because I'm not a fan of the drama it caused. It was unnecessary and uncalled for, and to be honest, I'm just not into it.

Save the drama for ya Mama. Ya dig?

No further explanation is required.

Fin.

FortySeven.

Life is short.

It doesn't seem like it when you're waiting to be old enough to drive, or vote, or drink. Those things seem to take forever to come around. Once they do though, it seems like just yesterday you were 12 and playing in the street with the rest of the kids, hoping that summer would never end.

Funny the way it is, if you think about it.

Sometimes you take the days for granted as they pass by because you're just trying to get from point A to point B. Those days though, those are the ones you should make the most of.

Living.

Are you really living? Of course you have a heartbeat, and of course you're breathing... But are you living?

One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure its worth watching.

FortySix.

Lying is like alcoholism. You are always recovering.

It's funny how someone can lie, and lie, and lie... and not think twice about it.

The thing about liars is that they have to have really good memories. It doesn't take much to remember the truth, but it takes a lot of work to keep up with lies. Especially when you're telling different people different things. I also find it funny that when liars lie, they don't think people talk to each other. Eventually things will come to a head, and eventually the one finger you're pointing at everyone else will multiply into a dozen fingers pointing at you.

After all, it can't always be everyone else, now can it?