On Counting Veins and Dimples

Physicals flaws, for the most part, cannot be helped and usually aren't the eyesore the bearer perceives them to be.

It is truly unfortunate how, after listening to a friend talk of said flaws, that we may start to find them in ourselves and spread that poisonous thought pattern on.

If you can't change it embrace it, especially as a woman. We are so beautiful.

On that note, now that the vein counting is complete and I'm over it, it probably wouldn't kill me to run a razor over my legs. THOSE cannot be counted and I'm far beyond car accident level.

Note:

Car Accident Level Definition: Being in some sort of emergency situation where I end up unconscious and luck out to have some hot doctor or paramedic (who saves my life and all things are restored to normal health) but they are initially less attracted to me because my limbs and groin appear to be that of a bush lady

Saw this on Instagram, Actually..

If I had to lump the people I've met and liked and loved in Edmonton,into one category it woukd be this.
Brilliant kind beautiful women who settle because they won't take a chance on themselves and bored, often cheating men,who wish they hadn't taken that one chance with this girl.
Is that horrible of me?
I'm lumping here.

Not all of the women I've met are like this. Not all of the men I've met are like that. Some are brilliant and confident and winding back up the path to confidence. Others are stories of secrets and lies.
It is hard to know the secrets and lies and truths and tears from one another.
It is hard not to become jaded. Or empty.  Or forcefully optimistic.

When a Friendship Fades

When you're falling out of companionship, or growing bigger than your friendship, does the other person notice as well?
I've been faking it for months now and I don't want to anymore..
It's a new month, why not adopt new habits?..
But do I have to tell them...? If they don't feel the same way am I allowed to tell them/hurt them?

Just let it happen on its own right?...

Black History Month

The longest text message ever; sent via group chat to my family:

Oh god its that time of year. Black history month. Bc as humans we need to be reminded to celebrate, mourn and learn from our history so we give some people months, other cultures days and many we just ignore.
We get to be innondated with graphic images and detailed recounts of horrific  tortures done to any and all black folks and any other folks that respected black people. And we'll be reminded every day, for the shortest month of the year, how lucky we are that we were born Canadian,  in the years that we were born- and try to forget or just not know  what our dad suffered and all of our mothers and father's and brothers and sisters before us- except for black history month... this month we get reminded of how horrible humans can be to one another, how jaded, mean, ignorant, cruel. And then we'll forget that history slowly slowly until we're reminded again in small ways, when we see indecencies, racism, bigotry, or some other group becomes the apple of sympathy- the Holocaust, world war survivors, ect.
But this year is special bc spike Lee and Jada Pinkett said no to the Oscars and Black Lives Matter. Like any of those boycotts or speeches to the Academy actually address the root of the problem- opportunity for equality in all facets, judge second... nobody wants to treat anybody as an equal just yet.

I clearly just watched a horrible video of a hanging of a handicapped black 17ish year old, it drew a crowd of 16,000 people  and involved various forms of torture and including fire, chopping of limbs, beatings, castration- apparently fair punishment for the unexplained death of his previous slave owners wife. 1960.

Obviously bawled my eyes out and then I brushed my teeth and crawled into bed and wondered how daddy's job search was going and remembered that I hadn't watched the videos that sister sent of the kids yet.

Not all men want to be told they're beautiful.
Not all men are.

Happy Birthday

Trying to Embrace That

I'm told that everything happens for a reason and once you accept that, you'll feel free.

If everything happens for a reason does that mean that I don't have control over my destiny,  that the choices that I make aren't solely mine, but part of this everything that was bound to happen for its reason?

How often do things happen for a reason? Will I know?

What about when hearts break, or people die, or when good, kind people experience poverty, job loss, illness? What about loneliness? Tell me about that reason, where even the luckiest of people, can't find another human to connect with... What about people who are burdened by other people, who have to carry the weight of their world and others' worlds?

And Like, how much longer until I know the reason? I'd really like my power back, and my self control.

Some of the things that have been happening are torturing me and I'm patiently waiting for my lesson to be learned, while I figure out how to adjust my behaviour, swallow my tears, generate laughter and you know- feel free, like they say I will.

I suppose if everything does indeed happen for a reason, maybe blogging about my anticipation,  curiosity, desire and need for the reason, will bring the reasons closer to me.

But It Really Was An Accident

DAMN IT!

I have a bad habit of thinking that I've locked my phone and then not locking it and calling or texting or messaging someone. I've changed the font in my phone, deleted photos,  changed the wallpaper and lost apps to some unknown screen.
It doesn't help that I also text the wrong people far too often because I just don't pay attention. Or I'll have two of the same first name messages going and text say, Andrew 1 when I meant to text Andrew 2. I've actually renamed humans to avoid said confusion... which does it count as confusion if I'm just not being mindful?..

I asked the boy that I swoon over to give me some space last week. IT WAS SO HARD TO ASK FOR, but like really, what kind of self respecting woman allows herself to be second to anyone?.. Being that this is my life, I ought to be the leading lady, right?
So if I'm asking for space it's not right to message him correct? I couldn't agree more.
Admittedly I did message him and 2 of his friends, a comic book related question, as I was looking for some background for an audition and understand that they used to be big comic book fans. The handsome boy replied, which I appreciated, even if he had no information for me.... because, well,
You know how it is with social media and phones these days,  it's abundantly obvious when you're being ignored- talk about hurt feelings right?

So anyway, I was totally Facebook stalking him because he does have an interesting wall, and I fell asleep for a few minutes watching Big Eyes (wow- what a life!)... I woke up and washed up for bed and went to tell my girlfriend via Facebook messenger that she should watch the movie, only to discover that she was no longer the last person that I had messaged.
I must've hit all the buttons when nodding off because it was he whom I'd last made contact with!! Damn it. I hit the stupid Facebook thumbs up thing and sent it to him. FML.
So in typical panicked Bobbi fashion, I immediately wrote him apologizing for messaging saying I fell asleep watching a movie holding my phone. Just way over explained myself...
I cannot tell if I'm more annoyed with myself for having such slippery thumbs when sleeping sitting straight up or disappointed with myself for apologising (like did he need to know the name of the movie that I fell asleep to? Did I actually really feel sorry or just embarrassed for breaking 'space code')or infuriated by my hurt by the screamingly obvious fact that he was online and just ignoring my now two messages.
If a guy ever half heartedly admits to kind of seeing his ex, assume that they are fully back together and don't accept him flirting with you, don't flirt back and don't carry on for weeks and months pretending like you're not attracted to him. Definitely don't sleep with him.  Cause you know... why by the cow when you can get the milk for free?.. eventually your milk will go sour and he'll go back to feeding and caring for his cow to get its milk...

Why am I referring to her and I as cows...

I'm really going to have to come up with a nickname for this guy if km going to let him into this blog. I think Piece of Shit will do just fine, a nickname he was already overly comfortable with. POS for short!