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I’m moody. I’m self-pitying. I’m sensitive. I’m insecure. I’m temperamental. I’m independent. I’m loyal. I’m reliable. I’m a beast of emotional instability.
I am and have always been a Cancerian, through and through. Regardless if you believe in astrology or not there is no denying that I possess the characteristics attributed to being born in the early days of summer. My vagina tingles in the presence of Scorpios. I have told my therapist many a time that I would like to work on balancing my highs and my lows, ‘cause it’s not easy being over the moon while drinking a cup of coffee and then spilling said coffee and sobbing hysterically for an hour.
Being an expressive individual comes with a lot of drawbacks. You can’t “just deal” with anything. You either have to talk it out, yell it out, sleep it out, or eat it out. You can’t feel these intense feels and then move on with your life. Some would say it’s a curse. Others would say it’s a blessing. I say I have wept publicly on every vehicle (buses, trains, ferries, tour boats, horses) and it has been equally traumatizing and hilarious. It can be annoying, though. There have been days when I’ve needed to be efficient but my hormones had plans of their own and those plans included me somehow being irritated by the sound of my own breathing.
So yes, occasionally I do wish I could operate like a normal, functioning human. But there are also pluses to saying exactly what’s on my mind, particularly at family Christmas dinners.
I am way, way, WAY honest
I read one time that honesty is the best policy and at this point I could tattoo “BEST POLICY ENACTOR” smack dab in the middle of my forehead. I couldn’t lie if a puppy’s life depended on it. When someone asks me a question, I answer it sincerely. I can’t help but drop truth bombs everywhere I go. That is due to my face expressing exactly what my brain is processing. If I say “Yes, I agree with you,” but my wrinkles being wrinkled clearly don’t, well then, you’ll know what’s up.
I cut through the bullshit real fast
My definition of “bullshit” is faking it hard. Now, there’s good faking it hard (like faking confidence in order to succeed) and big, bad, relationship-damaging faking it hard (like faking it in order to manipulate your humping buddy). The latter typically involves false emotions being shared, non-emotions being shared, and emotional non-emotions being shared. It’s saying “I don’t feel anything towards you,” when you do, or “I feel everything towards you,” when you don’t. There is no beating around the bush when your emotions are trimming the hedges for you. Speak your mind, straight up, and waste less time, specifically in regards to romantic unions. Bullshit is smelly and takes too much energy to clean up.
I figure out quickly who I actually love/hate/hate-love
You know those fuzzies in your stomach that pop up when you like a hot human? Well, my fuzzies seem to constantly be chugging energy drinks and doing cocaine. ‘Cause when they drop by for a visit, my whole body goes into vibration shock. When a pal of mine inquires if I find someone who I went on a date with appealing, I instantly have a reply. There is no hesitation. I 100% know. Similarly, when a pal of mine inquires if I despise someone who I had a Facebook confrontation with over the concept of “free speech,” I have an instant reply. There is no hesitation. I 100% know (that I dislike them). This prompt knowing makes being alive a heck of a lot more manageable.
When I’m happy, I’m crazy happy
Yes, when those lows get low enough to limbo under a pole that’s five inches from the ground, it sucks. It sucks every liquid from my body while expelling all liquids simultaneously. But when the highs are high I feel like I’m Aladdin AND Jasmine being shown the world by a cheeky, charismatic magic carpet. I don’t know what being on heroin feels like but I imagine it’s similar to spooning with a dude I’ve missed for numerous nights in a row and/or consuming a delicious pie and/or winning tons of awards for being all-funny and all-knowing.
“It’s better to have been pissed off and lost than not to have been pissed off at all”
That is a direct Shakespeare quote. The bard knew how to deal with his mad feels via soliloquies and killing his characters. Living to the fullest is the way to go. Of course, you need to refrain from the anger parts sometimes to bypass friendships ending and hurting folks you super care about. But ignoring your true emotions and opting for the robotic, cyborg lifestyle is the worst decision one can make. “Being real can result in agony but it can also result in having frequent beautiful, heartfelt carpet rides and owning a monkey”. That is another direct Shakespeare quote.
Life is too short to not be emotional. Let the teeth show, let the tears stream, and let the face contort how it wants to.
The post The Benefits of Being Emotional appeared first on Shedoesthecity.
I’m moody. I’m self-pitying. I’m sensitive. I’m insecure. I’m temperamental. I’m independent. I’m loyal. I’m reliable. I’m a beast of emotional instability.
I am and have always been a Cancerian, through and through. Regardless if you believe in astrology or not there is no denying that I possess the characteristics attributed to being born in the early days of summer. My vagina tingles in the presence of Scorpios. I have told my therapist many a time that I would like to work on balancing my highs and my lows, ‘cause it’s not easy being over the moon while drinking a cup of coffee and then spilling said coffee and sobbing hysterically for an hour.
Being an expressive individual comes with a lot of drawbacks. You can’t “just deal” with anything. You either have to talk it out, yell it out, sleep it out, or eat it out. You can’t feel these intense feels and then move on with your life. Some would say it’s a curse. Others would say it’s a blessing. I say I have wept publicly on every vehicle (buses, trains, ferries, tour boats, horses) and it has been equally traumatizing and hilarious. It can be annoying, though. There have been days when I’ve needed to be efficient but my hormones had plans of their own and those plans included me somehow being irritated by the sound of my own breathing.
So yes, occasionally I do wish I could operate like a normal, functioning human. But there are also pluses to saying exactly what’s on my mind, particularly at family Christmas dinners.
I am way, way, WAY honest
I read one time that honesty is the best policy and at this point I could tattoo “BEST POLICY ENACTOR” smack dab in the middle of my forehead. I couldn’t lie if a puppy’s life depended on it. When someone asks me a question, I answer it sincerely. I can’t help but drop truth bombs everywhere I go. That is due to my face expressing exactly what my brain is processing. If I say “Yes, I agree with you,” but my wrinkles being wrinkled clearly don’t, well then, you’ll know what’s up.
I cut through the bullshit real fast
My definition of “bullshit” is faking it hard. Now, there’s good faking it hard (like faking confidence in order to succeed) and big, bad, relationship-damaging faking it hard (like faking it in order to manipulate your humping buddy). The latter typically involves false emotions being shared, non-emotions being shared, and emotional non-emotions being shared. It’s saying “I don’t feel anything towards you,” when you do, or “I feel everything towards you,” when you don’t. There is no beating around the bush when your emotions are trimming the hedges for you. Speak your mind, straight up, and waste less time, specifically in regards to romantic unions. Bullshit is smelly and takes too much energy to clean up.
I figure out quickly who I actually love/hate/hate-love
You know those fuzzies in your stomach that pop up when you like a hot human? Well, my fuzzies seem to constantly be chugging energy drinks and doing cocaine. ‘Cause when they drop by for a visit, my whole body goes into vibration shock. When a pal of mine inquires if I find someone who I went on a date with appealing, I instantly have a reply. There is no hesitation. I 100% know. Similarly, when a pal of mine inquires if I despise someone who I had a Facebook confrontation with over the concept of “free speech,” I have an instant reply. There is no hesitation. I 100% know (that I dislike them). This prompt knowing makes being alive a heck of a lot more manageable.
When I’m happy, I’m crazy happy
Yes, when those lows get low enough to limbo under a pole that’s five inches from the ground, it sucks. It sucks every liquid from my body while expelling all liquids simultaneously. But when the highs are high I feel like I’m Aladdin AND Jasmine being shown the world by a cheeky, charismatic magic carpet. I don’t know what being on heroin feels like but I imagine it’s similar to spooning with a dude I’ve missed for numerous nights in a row and/or consuming a delicious pie and/or winning tons of awards for being all-funny and all-knowing.
“It’s better to have been pissed off and lost than not to have been pissed off at all”
That is a direct Shakespeare quote. The bard knew how to deal with his mad feels via soliloquies and killing his characters. Living to the fullest is the way to go. Of course, you need to refrain from the anger parts sometimes to bypass friendships ending and hurting folks you super care about. But ignoring your true emotions and opting for the robotic, cyborg lifestyle is the worst decision one can make. “Being real can result in agony but it can also result in having frequent beautiful, heartfelt carpet rides and owning a monkey”. That is another direct Shakespeare quote.
Life is too short to not be emotional. Let the teeth show, let the tears stream, and let the face contort how it wants to.
The post The Benefits of Being Emotional appeared first on Shedoesthecity.
http://ift.tt/1NF0Cmu March 31, 2015 at 03:11PM Shedoesthecity http://ift.tt/1eHoT7uWhen you live with your best friend, it’s like living with family. You become two peas in a pod: planning and doing just about everything together! It’s the ultimate kind of companionship: you’re both adults and don’t have to answer to authority, but you still let the other know your every move. It’s a strange dynamic, but it’s one of the best living situations—having both a roomie and best friend all in one.
Your Bed Becomes Their Bed
One of the best things about being so close to your roommate is the fact that you now have two beds. If you’re bored of your own room, head on over to theirs for a change of scenery! Odds are, you’ll end up sharing a few snacks, watching TV or spending way too much updating your social media channels than you will getting anything productive done. Plus, you’ll have someone else to lounge around in your pajamas with, despite the fact that it’s the middle of the day.
Meals are Best Cooked Together
As a single adult, or recent grad, you know that making a giant meal for just one person can be cumbersome and tiring, and usually not at all worth it because you’ll either have a tonne of leftovers, or will have wasted a tonne of food. When your roommate is your best friend, you will want to plan all your meals together as if you’re a nuclear family—complete with a sit down time at the table and unspoken rules about who cooks and who cleans.
You Plan Everything
Sometimes you feel like you’re living with your parents, or are becoming your parents. Every time your roomie goes somewhere, you find yourself asking: “What time are you coming home? Which days are you home for dinner? Who are you going with?” You might get on each other’s nerves, but you just wouldn’t feel right if you didn’t know what time to expect them home, or what they are doing during the day. Even when you’re apart, you’re constantly texting and planning the next time you’re going to do when you’re both home together. “Okay, sweatpants and Family Guy at 10 p.m.!”
You Feel What They Feel
If your roomie experiences a heart-wrenching breakup, you’re right there with them eating a bucket load of ice cream while watching reality TV. You feel their pain. You also get to celebrate and enjoy their successes as if they were your own. Partying is twice as fun, because you probably share most of the same group of friends, and there’s never any argument about the household’s quiet time.
You Inherit an Extended Family
Most of the time, your best friend’s family automatically becomes your family. The same is true when you are best friends AND roommates, except that your connection gets even more intense. Soon, your roomie starts to refer to your parents as their parents—“What is Papa Stinson making for Easter dinner? Tell your parents their adopted daughter say hi!” Family dinners are even more fun because you have an extra partner in crime.
Taylor Stinson co-authors Toronto-based lifestyle blog, The Girls on Bloor.
The post 5 Things that Happen when your Roommate is your Best Friend appeared first on Shedoesthecity.
When you live with your best friend, it’s like living with family. You become two peas in a pod: planning and doing just about everything together! It’s the ultimate kind of companionship: you’re both adults and don’t have to answer to authority, but you still let the other know your every move. It’s a strange dynamic, but it’s one of the best living situations—having both a roomie and best friend all in one.
Your Bed Becomes Their Bed
One of the best things about being so close to your roommate is the fact that you now have two beds. If you’re bored of your own room, head on over to theirs for a change of scenery! Odds are, you’ll end up sharing a few snacks, watching TV or spending way too much updating your social media channels than you will getting anything productive done. Plus, you’ll have someone else to lounge around in your pajamas with, despite the fact that it’s the middle of the day.
Meals are Best Cooked Together
As a single adult, or recent grad, you know that making a giant meal for just one person can be cumbersome and tiring, and usually not at all worth it because you’ll either have a tonne of leftovers, or will have wasted a tonne of food. When your roommate is your best friend, you will want to plan all your meals together as if you’re a nuclear family—complete with a sit down time at the table and unspoken rules about who cooks and who cleans.
You Plan Everything
Sometimes you feel like you’re living with your parents, or are becoming your parents. Every time your roomie goes somewhere, you find yourself asking: “What time are you coming home? Which days are you home for dinner? Who are you going with?” You might get on each other’s nerves, but you just wouldn’t feel right if you didn’t know what time to expect them home, or what they are doing during the day. Even when you’re apart, you’re constantly texting and planning the next time you’re going to do when you’re both home together. “Okay, sweatpants and Family Guy at 10 p.m.!”
You Feel What They Feel
If your roomie experiences a heart-wrenching breakup, you’re right there with them eating a bucket load of ice cream while watching reality TV. You feel their pain. You also get to celebrate and enjoy their successes as if they were your own. Partying is twice as fun, because you probably share most of the same group of friends, and there’s never any argument about the household’s quiet time.
You Inherit an Extended Family
Most of the time, your best friend’s family automatically becomes your family. The same is true when you are best friends AND roommates, except that your connection gets even more intense. Soon, your roomie starts to refer to your parents as their parents—“What is Papa Stinson making for Easter dinner? Tell your parents their adopted daughter say hi!” Family dinners are even more fun because you have an extra partner in crime.
Taylor Stinson co-authors Toronto-based lifestyle blog, The Girls on Bloor.
The post 5 Things that Happen when your Roommate is your Best Friend appeared first on Shedoesthecity.
http://ift.tt/1Gd6SQ0 March 31, 2015 at 02:00PM Shedoesthecity http://ift.tt/1eHoT7u