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Monday, September 20, 2010

What I hate more than people saying I told you so..

Those four words are in the top five most annoying things someone can say that makes me want to punch them in the face. Right now, I told you so is the number one thing on my list that will make me punch someone. My inner rage and anger is dripping off me because I knew I should have listened to what other people told me. However because of my optimism, stubbornness and just plain stupidity I chose not to listen. Ok ... so I should be used to it right? I went through my rebellious teenage years and am able to admit that I would have been better off taking other, wiser advice to use during those rough high school years.
But no! Here I sit pounding away at the keys like I would smash away at this jerks face because I made a rookie mistake. All because I let my emotions get in the freaking way! That is life rule number 3... never let your heart your get involved in the real world. It took me years to figure out that one and along comes a cute, furry face with beautiful blue eyes and I am sold. All along my instinct warned me that this deal with the puppy was too good to be true but no I convinced myself that the whole set up was legit because I got emotionally involved. Let me tell you something....NEVER IGNORE YOUR GUT INSTINCT!
I ignored my gut for no good reason and I got screwed over by some chump in Africa who is probably sitting around with my money laughing at how easy it was to steal some dumb Americans money. Ugh. I am no better than those girls sitting around waiting for that cute guy to call because he said he would. (Reality check if it sounds like anyone reading this... He or she won't call unless it is for a booty call.) The fact is ,I like all those people out there checking their cell phones every five minutes, gave part of my heart (along with the money) to and for a dog that never existed. Much like the people hoping that every phone call is that girl or guy face it the person you built them up to be IS NOT REAL.
When you sit back and look at all the evidence before you, in my case the freaking phony ass emails, you realize those terse, vague replies to your messages and calls mean something. Slowly it dawns on you that your gut was trying to tell you the opposite of what your heart was. Like putting on glasses after years of blurry vision, you knew all along that you were being played. The realization of knowing that your gut was right all along really burns my ass. I broke my number one rule... Never ignore your instinct.... and got screwed.Hardcore. When I knew better from all of my previous mistakes. Just like the people sitting by the phone.
So the most hateful you can do is have yourself say I told you so.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Why I want to be a Power Ranger

First of all these guys and ladies were the dankest of the dank. Coolest uniforms, badass weapons, megazords and the ability to teleport... I am so in. The fact that you don't get to tell anyone what you do really keeps your ego in check. I always loved the show growing up watching these teens going out, battling evil and always saving Shady Grove from the villians who attacked it. Looking back now I would still become a Power Ranger regardless of cheesey it got at times because lets face it.. .the orginal Power Rangers were like demi-gods with their fighting abilities.
The biggest problem was keeping their identity a secret but in the long run aren't alot of things better when you don't have groupies out the ying yang? Knowing you saved the day from evil and people respect you for what you do is a lot simplier without a face attached to it. Egos don't inflate because you are known for what you do not who you are. As the male or female serving as a kind of guardian angel for your city its a relief to be able to live a semi normal life and be able to see the gratitude without having to deal with any kiss asses or jealous friends because the spotlight tends to gravitate to certain people more than others. This destroys the team itself from within.
The excitment of the unknown has to be a rush. Wondering if someone will figure out you are a power ranger, or what crazy battle you are going to be in today. It tests your individual skills as well the teams cohesion. The confidence that being a Power Ranger provides and control of the mind and body. It sounds pretty sick going into a fight where everything is black and white; good vs. evil and knowing aganist all odds that good will trumiph.
I keep wishing reality was that simple which is why even today as a grown woman I would jump at the chance to be a Power Ranger. No blood, no gore, no watching friends die. No doubts on if after all the blood and dust settles and the fight is over if you made a positive impact on the world. No doubts as to wether or not you will be remembered as a hero or if you actions are concieved as good to the surrounding people. In Shady Grove the Power Rangers were always heroes. Knowing every action I made was the right one to save the city and everyone was grateful would make it worth it. Well that and the badass weapons I would get in addition to all the other perks...