When I get married, I don't want to have to do so
Because mother nature has given me a "nine month" time limit.
I don't want to get married because he feels guilty.
Or because I didn't want to hurt his feelings when he asked.
I don't want to get married because I'm afraid to lose him.
Or because I feel it would change his cheating ways.
I don't want to get married because he promised to stop hitting me,
Or because I'm afraid he will if I don't.
I don't want to get married because she'll finally back off
Or maybe he'll stop leading her on.
When I get married,
If I should...
I want to get married because we're not perfect,
But our love for eachother has no flaws.
I want to get married because we may argue
But we're both always the first to apologize.
I want to get married because he'd never lay a finger on me
Unless we were making love.
I want to get married because I feel nervous butterflies
Because every time we're together feels like the first day we met.
I want to get married because I'm in love
And so is he.
And we're ready to spend the rest of our lives together.
No third wheel
No abuse
No drama
Just understanding, reason, responsibility, romance and love.
Because when I get married...
It'll be for keeps :)
-By Me
Just thought I'd share this story with you all to get your opinions on whether or not I should take action:
Okay, so I was at work today and the day was going by PAINFULLY slow until about around 12:40 or so a mentallly challenged woman comes in and starts looking around the store. She was a total sweetheart, she kept my co-workers and I busy for a good while and we explained to her a little of how we run the store (simply bc she had so many questions and let's face it..nobody was shopping today.)
Around 2, we noticed she was still there, so we asked her how exactly she got all the way to the store. She replied "My girl brought me" [Meaning the person who was hired to look after her] "Who's your girl, sweetheart" "Her name is Amber" "Oh okay, well where's Amber at, babe?" "She's going to do my laundry...she's helping me do my laundry bc when I do it, my back always hurts really bad." Then she goes on to tell us that she has no way of contacting Amber just in case because "Amber has a cellphone but I don't." She walked around the store a little longer, we gave her a place to sit and let her watch us rearrange the store, explaining where everything goes, why it goes there and so forth...still no sign of "Amber."
At this point, it's 6:45...the woman was STILL in the store, and we can tell she was getting restless [who wouldn't after waiting on someone for damn there 7 HOURS?!] Finally a car pulls up to the store and beeps, the woman recognizes Amber's car [by the way, the bxtch was too lazy to even get out and come into the store for her], we say goodbye to our friend, and they drive away.
Here's what seriously bothers me about this situation, WHY is this woman getting paid to NOT do her job. Especially when she deserted her mentally challenged client. Don't get me wrong, she was highly functioning, but that's not the point. Amber basically did whatever the fxck she felt like doing all day while WE [my staff and I] did what SHE's getting paid for, which isn't right for so many reasons.What if something had happened to this woman while Amber was off getting her hair and nails done. What if she had decided to go somewhere else besides our store and got lost?
And sadly, this isn't the first time I've seem someone take advantage of their mentally challenged client. I can't even tell you how many times I've seen workers buy themselves clothes with their clients money and try to justify it.So what do you guys think, should I find out a way to report "Amber" and others like her for their selfish and immoral behavior?
love
/lʌv/ [luhv]
1.
a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
2.
a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.
3.
sexual passion or desire.
4.
a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.
I was looking up the definition of the word love [I know, I'm just weird like that] and I found these four definitions. Everyone at least once in their lives has asked themselves "what is true love?" and there are even a few people who feel they have already experienced it.
Some people have a straight, cookie-cutter short answer. While others describe it as "indescribable."
These mixed understandings of the term "love" lead me to a bunch of long-winding dead-end roads every time I try and find the answer to the question mentioned previously. If there are so many different definitions for love, then how is one supposed to know whether or not they are currently in or out of it? It can be described as passionate affection, but when a couple is too lovey dovey, that passion is considered fake and it usually burns out quick. It can be described as personal attachment...but then you have some people who absolutely hate their own blood. It can be described as sexual desire, but then you have many people that think sex should have nothing to do with whether or not you love someone. SO which is it?
Are those butterflies you tend to feel around that "special someone"' an indication that your heart is now shared with another person, or should it be a warning sign at the beginning of a pain filled road? Are those flames you initially felt SUPPOSED to fizzle out like a cheap 4th of july sparkler or are they supposed to burn on like the sun? Is the first person you ever fell in love with ACTUALLY the first person you ever fell in love with, or were they just the longest relationship you had ever been in up until then? Is being comfortable with someone considered being madly in love with them because you know they may be the one person that would never judge you for being you, or are they just that convenient part of a puzzle that has yet to be solved?
I've had many exes tell me they love me when I know they didn't mean it. likewise, I've had a select few rescind their initial undying love for me and tell me that they've never loved me [Which has an especially painful sting to it when it was someone I thought I loved.] What exactly does "falling in love" feel like, and how do you know that's what it feels like?
Idk, kinda just thinking out loud now. All I can be sure of is that I'm single and honestly not willing to fall in love until someone can tell me what it actually is.
I can't help but feel slightly offended when females call themselves "Real girls" because they choose not to wear makeup.....
since when did having mascara, eyeliner or lipstick on make you "fake."?
since when did what you choose to put on your face determine your personality?....
For what it's worth I can name a large fistful of ugly spirited, fake and malicious people who don't wear an ounce of makeup...I wear makeup, and not once have I ever felt like doing so gives me any reason to be phony, stuck up or just a plain bitch.
I'm still the nicest person you'll ever meet, as long as you respect me. And honestly, I can't see how you can call yourself a "real girl" when real people don't judge and stereotype others like you're doing everytime you feel the need to bash someone who took the time to make themselves look presentable.
Whether they only put on makeup to take pictures or whether they've never been seen without makeup, who the fxck are you to tell them they're fake?? Pretty sure I just poked a hole in your logic. marinate in that for a min, lazy bxtches. :)
I don't want to get married because he promised to stop hitting me,
