You are always going to get honesty from me, so I must say that I can be an a$$hole (the $s are for my brothers, even though they know what the substitution means – I tried Dad). Anywho, I’m not an a$$hole, but have a$$hole tendencies. I can certainly be an ass, but there’s a difference (to possibly be discussed at a later date).
I’m Bajan, Irish, English, Guyanese, some other stuff with about 1/16 a$$hole mixed in. At the bottom of the barrel of my a$$holery, is my propensity to keep my sunglasses on a little bit longer than 35% of the population. I keep them on while riding the train, occasionally when shopping, at outdoor cafes or restaurants (so long as half the party I am with is doing so – a table worth of sungla$$holes is a little much. Two girls can get away with it though). Continue reading
“Sharing is Caring” is a phrase that I quite enjoy and that I implement in my life. It is also a principle that I have benefited from on many occasions. If people had not warmly encouraged me to start a blog, these words would just be bobbing in my head and not laid before you (thanks Jen & SN).
I am of the sharing ilk and at times overshare in other people’s opinion. I am an open book of sorts and the boundaries that contain others on a wide variety of topics don’t hold me back as much. Providing people with info, anecdotes, advice and random thoughts can go farther than one could ever imagine.
For me, this way of operating has led to being in some interesting situations, awkward instances and lovely moments. On a smaller scale, for instance, I compliment people openly, as the thought forms in my head. I just think that if people put effort into their wardrobe, hair, pursuits, careers, family, friends, etc then why not: commend them, verbalize your appreciation or highlight the admirability of their actions (big or small). At times, this crosses over people’s boundaries. This modus operandi can take people by surprise, make them uncomfortable or infer a deeper connection than really exists. For the most part though, I just say what I genuinely feel. I can deal with women and men thinking that I am hitting on them, even though that can make me blush from time to time. I feel bad when I make someone awkwardly uncomfortable, where the conversation cannot be saved, they’re just too flustered and all recovery of normalcy is lost. Lastly, there are a few instances where I’ve encountered someone and was vested in the moment or conversation and when our paths cross again – they assume that we have some sort of relationship. I guess that’s a hazard that you have to be aware of when you share.
Indulge me a moment and pretend that I am that inquisitive two-year old.
Actually, scratch that. There are just days that you have to ask that rhetorical why about anything that is irking the mess out of you. You ask because it is just beyond you and unfathomable that situations, actions and happenings continue to occur.
My why rant of the day centers around my dear frenemy, The Subway.
Just a few “Whys” I tapped out on my blackberry while commuting: Continue reading