Sooooo, you guys, as you know I’ve been a little bit (A FRIGGIN’ LOT) M.I.A. But I have good reasons for pretending I don’t know you guys NO MO.
2. Masters application
I’ve been going back and forth in my head (and sometimes out loud, which would explain all of the weird looks tossed my way from passerbyers) I thought about changing up my blog a little bit, although the main reason I started this blog was because of BOOKS and I wanted BOOK FRANZ, (you guys started are totally awesome sauce, btw) and don’t get me wrong, I STILL want to concentrate on books, but I just wanted to change it up just a little and start talking about other things as well, hence the caption of this post is #LIFE, because…well, I’m talking about my life and all that.
But anyway, since I know all of you awesome peeps are super busy visiting other blogs and with your own lifey things, I won’t keep you guys all that long. I have just been stressing WAYYY too much lately and I noticed that in the end, none of it mattered. So, it all made me realize something: It amazed me how much time a day we spend mostly worrying about things…..
Worrying about “things” constantly all day really wears on you. Just think about it. At the end of the day, where did all that stressing and worrying get you? I’m going to take a wild guess and say NADA. Sure, you may not have gotten the new purse or book you wanted (or cookie cake or Chinese food, like I’ve been wanting for the longest time)but at the end of the day I think it’s safe to bet you were still okay.
I can’t tell you how many times in my life (even now) that I’ve not been happy with my body. Whether it be my flabby arms, my brows that won’t grow all the way, my boobs that are humungous and don’t match my body–>#seriouslyconsideringareduction
AM I STILL BREATHING, THOUGH
Yeeeessssss, so why all they stressing, dawg? Don’t worry whether or not you have the perfect boobs or if you have…. a thigh gap. (Like seriously, I don’t see what the heck the appeal is about or why everyone is obsessing over it but alas) It’s a body part. It doesn’t matter. At the end of the day it doesn’t matter because God made us all the way we are supposed to be.
Pfft, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve stressed about this. I’m stressing about it right now as we speak. Or..er… Virtually speak. Since I have basically no job, and all of the money I do make is spent on bills and crap, I can attest to the fact that I stress waaayyyy too much about money. It’s just that in life we have a lot of wants and we base our happiness off of those wants. If we don’t get what we want exactly, it makes us have all kind of sads and stuff.
And that’s just not fun.
I say: What the FRICK FRACK PADDY WHACK does it matter? If you’re not skinny enough, if you don’t have enough money OR if you don’t FIT IN?? Why fit in when you were destined to be yourself in the first place? And that arm flab? Thigh gap? No thigh gap? WHO THE FRICK CARES, YO?? God made us all in His image, if He wanted you to be rich with a thigh gap and perfect skin, believe meh you would be.
*RANT OFFICIALLY TERMINATED.
I would like to go back and say that if you do become rich, please, please, do not forget about me. I IS YO FRAN. THANK YOU.
But, in all seriousness, if you do become rich, like, yo, I’m still jobless hobo-ing it over here so, ya know…. *coughs*
What are some things in life that make you stress the heck out? What do you do to cope with it? Oh! And, which one: Candy Corn or Jelly Beans??