Random musings

Boys are like slinkies. Pretty useless; but fun to watch fall down stairs.

Curiosity was framed. Stupidity killed the cat.

It takes skill to trip over flat surfaces.

Money doesn't buy happiness, but it does make a more pleasant form of misery.

"Good morning" is a contradiction of terms.

The real trouble with life is that there's no background music.

Anyone who says something is "as easy as taking candy from a baby" has never tried taking candy from a baby.

If you try to fail, but succeed, which have you really done?

You can't buy happiness, but you can buy ice-cream, which is kind of the same thing.

I do not obsess, I think intently.

It's you and me against the world - we attack at dawn.

Sometimes I'm off in my own little world. But it's OK. I like it there.

If you wait around for a guy to save you, prepare to wait a while. Look at Sleeping Beauty.

Best friends - the people who know the real you and love you anyway.

Reality continues to ruin my life.

If everything seems to be going well, you've obviously overlooked something.

My mates are better than yours. Yeah. Be jealous.

I run with scissors. It makes me feel dangerous.

Which one are you?

I was watching "How I met your Mother" the other night and the episode was about people being either Reachers or Settlers in relationships. I was wondering how that applied to life outside relationships. And then it struck me. There are so many many ways to see that.

For instance, the one that occurred to me first, is how we deal with change. Accepters and Whingers. There are those who understand that it is a good thing, and always inevitable and there are those who pout, sulk, stomp and whinge when it happens (This is where you picture me) even if they are accepting of it, on some level or the other. I know change is the only constant, but it does not mean I have to like it.

I am a huge person for comfort zones and when change happens, I like it to be vast, graphic and with many bells and whistles to accompany it. Also, I would like the dynamic to stay the same. Irony. Maybe I only dislike when it involves things changing degree by slow degree. When the change is big and all encompassing, the novelty of it distracts me from my initial fear of what might come next. Because, I have learnt, fear is what makes me react the way to it. I cling to what is old, to what was, and to what might never be again. Even when it affects people other than me. People who are important and precious and treasured. All the people I love to bits.

I cling to the feeling these past tenses gave me, because it reminds me of times that were happy and shiny, varnished even brighter with the brush of time; and I know that it is selfish. While I dislike this about myself, I know it is something I will grow out of. And so I wait for this to happen. In the meantime, I smile and and happy for the ones who accept change, initiate it even, so much better than me.