Flashback Friday

After one of the most stressful, emotion filled weeks of our life’s I’m more than glad it’s over.
I’ve learnt a lot this week, sadly though it’s mostly been negative.
I’ve learnt that there are people who just want to cause trouble, spread lies and twist rumours, not giving a damn about who they hurt in the long run.
I’ve also learnt that life can be snatched away from you in a blink of an eye. That family is a tricky thing that I will never understand. Blood isn’t always thicker than water.
All in all, I’ve learnt that love, caring and compassion seems to be a thing of the past, and I’m ashamed to call myself a human, because from what we’ve seen this week, most people are monsters that are hiding under your bed.
It’s so sad, it really is.
We live in a world were money rules, and love and compassion just doesn’t
Seem to exist.
The ripple effect is truly a real thing and it’s hard, extremely hard to deal with. I have also learnt that when the going gets tough, I mean really tough that sometimes there are just no words, no amount of love, hugs or support that can help.
I’ve known this for a long time but when the shoe is on the other foot and you’re the one that’s trying your hardest to be the shoulder, the one to give support, the one trying to put the world to rights and nothing seems to be helping, it’s the worst feeling in the world. When all you want to do is take the pain away and you just can’t, you have no clue how to make it better, it extremely heart-crushing.
I’ve also learnt that I live off my nerves, that I think way to deep and worry about every single little detail, making the whole situation worse for myself.
I guess that’s what comes from caring, loving and being compassionate.
Is it a flaw or is it good thing to care so deeply? I really don’t know anymore.
Am I a bad person because I care too much?
How can caring be a bad thing?
All I know right now is I wish I could put my arms around all the people I love and protect them from this evil twisted world.

So it’s Friday and time to reflect on times gone past. But as I look back and try to find the perfect post to share with you, tears roll down my face at all the pain that these pages hold but also all the love they do to.
I truly am an emotional person and I’m not sure if that is a good thing.
There goes that ripple effect again.

So anyway I best get going and get on the best I can with my day, leaving you with this weeks Flashback Friday but first I would like to thank all my friends and family who have messaged, phoned, visited the hospital and just been there. It’s truly warming and I treasure you all.

Have a good one peeps, enjoy that Friday feeling, and try to show someone you care, you never know, you could be saving them.
Stay safe, stay true, stay you.
Much love
Rose. šŸŒ¹

 

Why can’t a woman be more like a man.

A women’s mind never stops ticking, we just can’t turn off. Constantly lost in thought, more than likely twisting and turning every thing until we have it totally wrong in our heads, causing problems where there is not any to start with.

So why do we do it ? Why do we run on our emotions, and how come men can just turn it off like a light bulb ? Or can they ? Is it all a cover to what really runs through their brains ?

Are we so different ?

One of the all time classics, sums up to me perfectly what I guessing most men think about women.

Got to admit, this song has given a few giggles. All round fantastic film. A lot can be learnt from it.

Women are irrational, that’s all there is to that!
There heads are full of cotton, hay, and rags!
They’re nothing but exasperating, irritating,
vacillating, calculating, agitating,
Maddening and infuriating hags!

why can’t a woman be more like a man?

Why can’t a woman be more like a man?
Men are so honest, so thoroughly square;
Eternally noble, historic’ly fair;
Who, when you win, will always give your back a pat.
Well, why can’t a woman be like that?
Why does ev’ryone do what the others do?
Can’t a woman learn to use her head?
Why do they do ev’rything their mothers do?
Why don’t they grow up- well, like their father instead?
Why can’t a woman take after a man?
Men are so pleasant, so easy to please;
Whenever you are with them, you’re always at ease.
Would you be slighted if I didn’t speak for hours?

Would you be livid if I had a drink or two?

Would you be wounded if I never sent you flowers?

Well, why can’t a woman be like you?
One man in a million may shout a bit.
Now and then there’s one with slight defects;
One, perhaps, whose truthfulness you doubt a bit.
But by and large we are a marvelous sex!
Why can’t a woman take after like a man?
Cause men are so friendly, good-natured and kind.
A better companion you never will find.
If I were hours late for dinner, would you bellow?

If I forgot your silly birthday, would you fuss?

Would you complain if I took out another fellow?

Well, why can’t a woman be like us?

Mrs. Pearce, you’re a woman…
Why can’t a woman be more like a man?
Men are so decent, such regular chaps.
Ready to help you through any mishaps.
Ready to buck you up whenever you are glum.
Why can’t a woman be a chum?
Why is thinking something women never do?
Why is logic never even tried?
Straight’ning up their hair is all they ever do.
Why don’t they straighten up the mess that’s inside?
Why can’t a woman behave like a man?
If I was a woman who’d been to a ball,
Been hailed as a princess by one and by all;
Would I start weeping like a bathtub overflowing?
And carry on as if my home were in a tree?
Would I run off and never tell me where I’m going?
Why can’t a woman be like me?

So why is it, we women fuss about everything, that we care too much, and run off of every god damn emotion ? Driving ourselves to the point of despair.

And why do men, close down on any feeling that they may have, pretending that it just isn’t happening ?

Why are we so different ? Are we really from two different planets ?

After a little I mean little research on this topic this morning, I have found that we are really not that different.

We all feel, but they just decide to hide it, for many different reasons. From what I have read, they just don’t seem to be able to handle it, so bury their heads in the sand. Out of sight out of mind, so to speck.
Guys, we can’t handle it either, if this is a help to you.

Reading forums this morning, most guys admit, they put on a front so they don’t look weak and admit that more than likely they think more than women, but dealing with it through trips to the pub with their mates. Acting the hard guy.

The over all view is

Feelings Are Feminine

Men grow up seeing women talk, opening up to one another, and crying. They see their father watching sports or working. When they fall parents may say,

“Big boys don’t cry”

and with girls, they see its ok, to show what they are feeling, from watching their mothers. When they fall, they are told,

“Its alright darling, your be ok, it’s just a little bump, wipe your tears away.”

Is this none emotional image drilled into them since birth, as it was for their own fathers and their father’s before them.

I have to say, guys raised by mothers alone, seem to be much more open, that is something special.

I have to admit I have met very few man who do show their emotions, but the ones I have, have been a delight. You get to know that person on a deeper level. You really get to know them, not the hard case that many wear.

To me men that show that they have feeling, have a good cry, even to a movie, makes them 100% a real man.

so soften up lads, sure us women what you are really made of.

Unique

Random thought of the day….

You don’t have to be or look like anyone else.
It’s okay to be individually unique.
Don’t compare yourself to others, just keep being you.

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Damn right disgusted and disappointed.

I really do think we are the unluckiest family on earth. Sh** just keeps coming at full force.
We have just lived through, living through, one of the worst times of our life’s and seems to be getting worse by the day.(Give me strength)
I’ve learnt though that people just don’t care and spread lies and gossip, just to get attention, making a horrific situation a hundred times worse.
As my baby cousin fights for his life, our family do not need the added stress of teenagers spreading violence threats and outright lies.
Car accidents happen everyday and no one can control animals running in front of cars.
My baby cous saved the passengers life’s by controlling the car the best he could and making sure everyone had their seat belts on, thank the heavens that he did.
I really am disgusted at how cruel and damn right nasty teenagers can be.
Rant over šŸ˜”

The simplest of things

I often think it’s strange that a piece of music, lyrics and a melody can hold such a strong connection to a time in your life, a meaning or a memory even though it wasn’t part of that time.
One song in particular does this more than most.
This song hadn’t been released when Ross and I spent hours lost in each others company as we sat and made our own little world in Minecraft.
We really spent hours, days building a world all of our own and the memories that those days held, have to be some of my fondest.
Months later I heard a song that just seemed to be perfect for our little world, the story that went with it and every time I hear it, memories come flooding back to me.
The simplest memories really do hold the most meaning. Continue reading

Did you know

Random thought of the day –

Did you know that if you text 741741 when you are feeling depressed, suicidal, or just needing someone to talk to, a crisis counselor will text with you?
Many people do not like talking on the phone and would be more comfortable texting.
It is a free service.

It is not weak to ask for help. Everybody needs it from time to time.
Don’t ever be afraid or embarrassed to reach out to someone.

Also, remember that if any of you to talk to or a listening ear, just message me anytime.

Dream a dream

Every little girl dreams of her perfect wedding šŸ‘°šŸ»
And yes I was the same as all the others, I wanted to marry my one true love, I wanted to be whisked off my feet and live that happy ever after that all the fairytale’s tell us about.
My wedding was a nightmare come true, I married for all the wrong reasons and apart from that being a mayor down fall, his family were a nightmare. Everything I wanted I didn’t have, they took over all the planning and would have even picked my dress if they could have gotten away with it.
Not that I really cared that much, I just wanted to get away from my stepfather. Unlike the fairy tales I had an evil stepfather, I was doomed from the start, lol.
I’m sure as sure, I didn’t have the wedding I had dreamed off.
That would have meant I married someone I loved. As I child I dreamed of marrying my soul mate, the person I loved most in the world, I didn’t really picture a wedding, just that I would live that happy ever after with my soul mate.

Looking back now, I should have known my marriage would end, that I wasn’t meant to marry him.
Something huge was missing.
On the way to the wedding shouldn’t I have been bursting with happiness instead of dread and tears. I cried all the way there and it probably was one of the hardest days of my life, the worst day of my life up until that point.

I realised a few years ago what it should have felt like, been like, I should have felt every emotion of love and friendship that can ever be felt. To grin from ear to ear, so much so it hurt to smile. To feel so full of love that you could easily burst.
I know this now because I’ve felt it, I’ve truly felt it. And still all we did was talk about our wedding.
Just us talking about our future gave me the most beautiful feeling, a feeling only for wedding days.
I don’t know how to even begin to even describe it. No words can match it, no worlds are beautiful enough, no words have meaning enough.
I know from even before I met Ross that he was the one I should have married, that he was the other half of my soul. He gave me all those wedding day emotions over and over again.
And even though we never got to live out the wedding we had talked about many, many times, he gave me those magical feelings every single day that we were together and even when we were apart, even before we had met, and I can not thank him enough for loving me, for loving us and for giving me the wedding feeling, for giving me in his own way the dream that we all dare to dream.