I’m feeing good. I’m feeling independant and free. Kinda like i could shimmie forward with those delicious ‘can can’ high kicks if I wanted to. But ofcourse, I don’t want to, as high kicking on a Sunday is certainly for the foolish. I’m being chilled. I’m like the glisteningly cold champagne bottle, that you have resting in your ice bucket, on your brunch table whilst you take in the breezy lunchtime sunshine. I am a bit anxious right now, because weird things keep happening to me. But i’m happy. Quietly happy. Today, I get to relax, rest and enjoy life.
I’ve definitely been told that I walk too slowly. And yeah, I do. I’m a glamour puss. I’m usually in heels, or utterly distracted by people. I’m a natural observer. I watch everything. And being a big believer of the ‘rah rah’ phrase that ‘ACTIONS DO SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS,’I like to watch folk, when they think i’m not looking…but calmly. (As opposed to creepily.) I think don’t like to dash places. I kinda like to chill things, in an organised, glamourous fashion and do it to the beat of my own diamond drum.
‘Actions speak louder than words’ is my phrase of the day. I’ve just had one of my chick friend on the phone to me, who is devastated by some guy, a good guy…who has promised her the ‘full menu’ but only delivered a ‘side.’ I don’t know him well, so I didn’t really comment because no one really knows the in’s and outs of what goes on with people and their personal matters of the heart, do they? Plus, I don’t like to give people advice, because my advice is always wank. I’m just there for listening and humour. And I always think people need to make their own life choices, simply so I don’t end up getting the blame for anything, IF it all goes titties up. Yipppeeee! All about me!
But It’s funny how people can say anything to anyone. Anything they wish. All sorts. Everything and ANYTHING dashed in ‘what you want to hears,’ (I mean my guy friend used to pretend to be a psychic on West Hollywood streets, simply to pull hot chicks) and I get it, I get why people do it and like I was saying yesterday ‘intent’ is everything. It doesn’t always come from a bad place. If you know me personally, you’ll know that I am a direct girl, so I’m one to say what I mean and do what I say…I have no problems expressing anything or my truth. I’m open. But i’m polite. If I like you, I’ll tell you and if I don’t, i’ll charmingly tell you why.
Yet do remember that is it WHAT SOMEONE DOES that matters. What they put into ACTION is based on their emotions and how they feel. No one lets anything they value, respect or adore GO. Be it in work or love. No one does. And yeah there are times when we take things or people for granted and we go off in a tizzy based on complacency. But like I said to my chick friend this morning, even if someone does do that temporarily, if their heart is true, they will always come right back. And that’s the truth! That’s happened to me loads of times with guys in the past. In fact, a year and a half ago, THREE of those guys tried to tip toe back in. They intially thought i wasn’t the right fit, dated someone else and then thought ‘Shit…i fucked up…I want Wunna back.’ (Unfortunately for them, I don’t work like that. My pride won’t let me. It’s not MY FAULT that they all had poor judgement. Lol. So when they do that, UNLESS the guy beings to PROVE that they care…I never ever consider it… Until ‘actions’ have been put into place…everything is all just chatter. I’m far too much of a grown up for just chatter. I’ve always looked for stability when it comes to love.)
So today, try not to put yourself at the bottom of your priority list. I do it all the time. Other peoples needs seems to always come way above mine at times and it’s not good for you. It just turns stressy. Be caring, but don’t deny yourself of happiness.
A weird thing happened to me last night. I reinstalled my ‘messenger’ for Facebook. I had deleted it because I have zero storage at the best of times. Anyway, I found this really long message from a woman in Spain that read…
‘7 SEPTEMBER 11:02
Hello Chrissie, I need to tell you a short little story, be patient and please read. I am not asking you for anything…’
I won’t tell you her full story, as that would be far too personal..
But it went on…
‘I take a pad and pen every night on my bedside table. In this last 6 months although I do not remember my dreams I wake up and write names down that come to me. Your name has been coming to me for the last 2 weeks. Sometimes I only get first names other times last names. With you I get full name, I don’t know you, you don’t know me. I live in Spain.
Chrissie I deeply apologise for contacting you, now perhaps I can move on in the knowledge that I have contacted you. I know this is weird, but you do have a very unusual name not one I would recognise. Hopefully this will stop now. May I wish you and your family good health and happiness. Hugs x’
10 SEPTEMBER 22:33
Hello, you haven’t replied or indeed taken time to look. Believe me when I say this to you, I am a real empath and I keep writing your name down every morning without fail for more than 2 weeks, we need to link so I can sleep. So if you ever read this and I hope you do I am now getting visions if your son. Blessing x’
So, I Googled ‘Empaths’ and well they’re apparently really spiritual people who connect to the energies of others??? Has this happened to any of you? This woman in Spain is has apparently been zapped into the emotional state of energies of a girl and ended up writing and re writing her name, whilst feeling all that she is feeling every evening…The name she keeps writing is
She searched the name because it was so unusual on Facebook and found me…and therefore, as a result sent a bunch of messages.
I sent her a message hoping that she was okay and that she slept well. (I mean, the poor sod must be exhausted tapping into my energy right now. I’m hormonal. Lol)
She said that she was so happy that we connected and now she could probably sleep…having found me. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. She sent me a message this morning, saying that she again couldn’t stop writing my name over and over again all night and that she knows how i’m feeling because she’s feeling it too and that I need to heal, before all the name writing will stop. If I saw her as unnecessary that was fine. But If i needed her she was there?
I’m so confused. Has this happened to you?
What is my life? This can’t be true.