You are walking with me
Bud sadly you don’t touch the ground
You are in my heart
…. or what wouldn’t you do for love?
And by love I mean real, all consuming, ever lasting love!
If you see someone. A total stranger. On the street. Somewhere. And you are so blinded and fascinated by this person. You think to yourself how beautiful the person looks. The style, the smile that goes from head to toe. The sway in the walk. You see this person shine in all different colours and it hits you right there and then. All of a sudden everything you want, everything you need, is this very person. What do you do?
Would you just walk over and say “hello”? Would you follow the person, take in every step…? Would you want to find out everything before making the first move just to be sure to get it right?
And when you finally make this person fall in love with you, would you do everything in your might to keep it that way? Would you change your ways? Would you change your beliefs? Would you change your wardrobe only because she/he mentioned something? Would you even go so far as to quit friendships? Or would you make him/her bend to your will?
Would you kill for her/him? How do you know if its ever lasting love? What if it ends and you killed for someone you thought you would spend the rest of your life with?
How crazy can someone’s mind go for love?
I have been a Cosmopolitan reader for many many years!
I read the German Cosmopolitan, the American (which is not really my thing, sorry) and my favourite one, the UK Cosmopolitan.
Usually I found great pleasure reading about peoples “First Love”, but lately I can’t take it serious anymore.
Just today I read the February edition and the ex couple was 20 years of age!
20! Years! Of! Age!
Please tell me, what does a 20 something know of first love?! How much experience can a still very young person have, to say, “yes, it was love, my first love!”
I thought Cosmopolitan is for every age group but it was a long time since they interviewed ex couples past 30.
Is it, because most readers want to read about younger people? Or is it because most people past 30 are in happy (married) relationships and wouldn’t want to participate? Or is the age group all of a sudden too old? But then again, if this magazine wants to have younger followers, could said followers actually afford the very fancy and pricey products which shine back at you the second you open the glossy papers?!
Hm. I don’t know, I just find it annoying. Or does that mean, I am getting old?
Around Christmas I was bored, browsing on my Facebook account and an article popped up, posted from my former colleague who still works at this high prestige hotel.
It has shown the pastry head chef, covered in tattoos in all his glory along with what he has created and other colleagues who helped him in accomplishing such an amazing art of work!
But my point is:
When I still worked amongst them, front of house, I was nearly banned to the back of house because you could see a bit of my neck tattoos! I was told to cover it up, with plasters or make up. Eventually I cut my beautiful locks so I could wear my hair open and therefor most of it was covered!
And no, it wasn’t guests who complained about my appearance, it was someone high and mighty from the same department.
So, I ask you: Why is it, that they basically given me the ultimatum of covering up or back of house and he (the pastry head chef) is allowed to proudly wear his tattoos??? Is it because he is a man and I am a women? Is it because he is a chef and I was only a Chef de Rang? What? What is the difference? Please do enlighten me!
If you ask me, it is sheer hypocrisy! That article was well written, with nice pictures and kudos to the head chef for the accomplishment, but it really really annoyed me! I thought all people should be treated equally?! Obviously this is not the case in this establishment!…
So, I mentioned in a blog before, that I will get the tattoos I always wanted (just waiting for an appointment in Glasgow). And do you know what? I wanted tattoos on my hands and neck since I was a little girl, but it also scares me- a lot! Scares me because I fear not to find employment again. But if we all hide our desires, nothing in society will change!
Over the past two years I put on weight. It was gradually. Either I didn’t realise it or I didn’t care to realise. Either way, my point is, my husband did not tell me! Which really annoys me!
And no beloved male readers, there is no catch! I for one, want to get told, when I put on weight! And no, I will not throw a fit or cry all day long about how mean you are!
I mean, you fall in love with someone. Because of their looks and of course because of the intellect! So when one of the couple gradually puts on weight, it is not what you fell in love with and no they don’t love the excess weight! Not the one who gains it nor the one who has to live with said person.
Or did you ever hear someone say:
“Oooooh I love your cute love-handles and I especially love how they jiggle when you move…. and your bat arms, how huge they are….. or oh I just love how the fat really pushes out your cellulite, I hope you will put even more on…. or I could kiss that double chin of yours all day long….or it looks so hot when your ass tries to eat your shorts….
Not ever did I hear someone say something like that! Ever!
Of course you are still loved when you put on weight, but they love you as a person but they don’t love the extra weight! And no this is not fat shaming! This is pointing out the obvious!
So please men, do yourself a favour, when your partner puts on weight, say, or if you fear for your life, at least do something about it!
But if you are truly happy for your partner to get bigger and your partner is the same, than of course just dismiss the above!
As for me and my fat, I am on the way to recovery and back to my former self by eating healthy and exercise and sleep more!
I just got back from work, I am still in my work clothes and starved, turn on the radio and what do I hear?!
Christmas songs! Already! One after the other!
But I must admit:
This time it was the nice type of Christmas songs, you know all the old classics like Bing Crosby and not the most awful song ever: Band Aid! I am sorry but THAT is no Christmas song! Yes, I get their point, I get that those singers try to change things but when you really listen to this song, it is so depressing and no offence, but that is not what I would like to listen to during Christmas time!
Right, my shrimp curry is ready, I keep on listening to the radio while I stuff my face!
This month a year ago, we bought our lovely cottage here in good old Scotland.
What I didn’t know back then is that I don’t need my own home to be happy!
I also didn’t know that I would find it so hard to stay, to be rooted at one spot…. I keep on searching for nicer spots to live, my roots keep on telling me, that this might not be it!
A year ago all we had in mind was to buy a house in a lovely area and get rid of the spider infested (they where gigantic!!!) cottage we rented in a not so nice area.
We didn’t really think it all through. At least not properly.
Now I know that it isn’t that bad to live in the middle of nowhere, that there will be school buses/taxis for pupils and that when you are sick and bed ridden or older, the doctor will come out to you! And when their is no village store, you think twice if you really have to drive to the next store for a purchase or if you just cook something from scratch and therefor even save money!
Lets face it, food stores, post office, doctors is nothing but a luxury but you don’t really need it to survive, do you? It’s convenient, I totally agree.
Though our small town has only a population of around 2000, I still find it way to crowded, especially in summer when all the tourists are passing through…
When I was running this morning up to the waterfalls and further up the mountains, hitting snow, there was a lovely cottage on the way. Tucked away from roads with mountain and field views. Now that is what I would prefer. I could let me cats out, not worrying if someone might try to steal them (they are Siamese) or whether they could get hit by a car.
Though we knew how much we could borrow, we really shouldn’t have! We should have settled for a cheaper house! Sooner or later we would have found one!
Now that my husband was made redundant (cost cutting) and me job hunting as well, the money is very tight and soon gone which is frightening!
So whoever is out there, ask yourself the following:
Do I really need shops, doctors, schools, bus and/or train connection?
Is this the area I really want to settle?
Is this the house I can see myself grow old in and can I really afford and maintain it?
Think about the “what if’s”…
If everything ticks your boxes, go for it, if there is even one box where you would have to compromise, I personally would say, “no”, but that is up to you, of course!
As for me, I know better times will come, maybe even another house, I just keep going and make the best out of it!
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