Once upon a time, I worried about what people used to think of me, I used to stress over how to please other people, I used to be conscious of my every step incase someone would disapprove, from my closest friend to a random by passer. All I wanted was to be liked, accepted, be in with the crowd. Never once thought how much that weighed me down, I lived my life accordingly. According to what other people might think of me. The thing is. No matter how you are people will still have something to say, no amount of changing will stop that. You can’t please everyone I’ve realized that. I used to walk with knives in my back daily even from my closest contacts. I still do today the difference is I’ve got so many back there, that I’ve gotten use to walking with them. But now I just let them party at the back n keep strolling. But I will always be the one moving forward. So if your another one with a knife. Join the party il carry you too. People’s opinions are exactly that. Always remember to do you, and the rest, WELL… not your worry
Do girls talk more then boys?
Do they or did they? Or are they on par.
Right now I’m having trouble distinguishing my guy mates from their girlfriends or just females for that matter. Stereotypically, it’s probably a bit more known that girls have a tenancy to talk about this, that and the other, girl talk, good old chinwag if you like. but jeepers I’ve been in the middle of some bitching. I’ve been in conversations with my guy mates and they talking about someone or something that’s got bloody nothing to do with them cursing this person that person, our other mutual friends, like hello. we came to enjoy good coffee good company, catchup on how we are going not why jo blog is cheating on his partner and your thoughts on there relationship or that you can’t be arsed with x y anymore because he never comes to coffee club now he’s got a partner. I just didn’t get the memo about bringing my knifes to start stabbing our other mates what the actual heck.
I can’t believe my ears sometimes. Then they start talking about what their girlfriends come home to them saying about other girlfriends or other people I’m thinking these girls are the same girls that say nice things to me to my face, imagine what they say about me behind my back, my “friends” as well if they having a go at the other boys. I then find myself having a whinge to my partner about what I’ve just been told and about the boys bitching, their girls bitching and realize that I’m no different and now I’m bitching. It’s a constant cycle that poses the question. Why ?
Anyone know I’m really intrigued as to why this happens.
I myself am not worried about people talking about me cause well let’s face it, that’s free publicity, good or bad the more you talk about me the more I think you want to be me. But I don’t like talking about other people and that’s a fact. I’m not saying I haven’t done it but I don’t like it. I hate people bitching but I hate it even more when i find myself doing it unintentionally. I’m curious to know if it’s just human nature, or even what you think the root of the problem is.
It happens everywhere to everyone.
I see people who don’t see me.
I hear those who don’t speak to me.
I love people who don’t like me.
I give hours to those who don’t give me a second.
I believe them who don’t trust me.
I give to those that a greedy.
I forgive them that hate me.
I trust in thee that created me.
Because of thee,
Music for kids is so beneficial I find, to all aspects in there lives. Talking, communicating, confidence, a new skill and not to mention the many other benefits it brings to a childs development. I recently came across this youtube page of a piano teacher who specializes in making learning fun and after much success in her private lessons she has just released a online starter course for kids to learn to play the piano.. I wish I had this as a kid – check it out and maybe head over to her website and get the course.. I’m heading there now 🙂
Let me know how you get on😀