Category Archives: Just Another Day

Change In Criticism

“Do they think I’m funny? Does she think I’m fat? Do they think I’m dumb? Am I good/clever/cool enough (partially worded from some WikiHow thing I read)?”

STOP IT.

These thoughts are SO ANNOYING. If I had a dollar for every time I thought these when surrounded by a group of people who even so slightly intimidate me, I’d be able to get at least some aspects of my life together.

It’s the feeling of needing to change yourself to “fit in” with whoever it is your speaking to at the moment, or whoever it is your meeting for the first time, or whoever it is you feel this annoying need to be your “best self” (or what you feel people with be most accepting of) for.

It’s a loss, really.

There is NO being yourself all the time, forever.

There are different faces, and different versions of oneself for every situation.

The idea that everyone has a mold to fit into, or a role to play, is also infuriating.

The only piece of advice that seems to make sense is “be yourself,” but that doesn’t mean pick who you want to be and be that person all the time until the day you die.

It means, do what you want, say what you want, wear what you want, see who you want, because You want to, and You feel it is a necessary step in creating a life you feel most happy and yourself in.

If people didn’t change, if they always remained the same, if there was never even a change of simple eyeshadow for instance over the last 4 years, that would be boring. That would insinuate your always the same person.

But if You like that, if you say it’s what you enjoy on your face and you don’t want to change it because your happy with it… that would be a different story.

Because you’re doing what You want and sticking with what You love– not what someone expects.

There are people who like change, and are very open to it– and then there are people who aren’t a fan.

As we age, changes are made in our facial modes, the clothes we wear, the social aspects of our lives and so on… you mean to tell me nothing about you has changed? What about on the inside?

No one is inept to change, we’re all pretty used to it.

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My Thoughts on Period Dramas

Why am I so in love with a world I’ve never known?

A world which was just introduced to me five years ago, has now become another feeling of home.

Though through fiction and film feels real nonetheless as the characters portray who I’ve come to love best; I still sit here and question why I cling to what I know best.

I connect with these characters in such a way that I have no clue of how to explain… the residing feeling of a world I might’ve known if I had simply taken a chance long ago.

Taken a chance on a story that could’ve also been my own, and not just read in a period drama from over 200 years old.

Maybe there’s still a chance, although it’s grown a bit old.

aghhhhh

 

Funny Story

Today when I got on the bus, sat down, turned on Taylor Swift music until I reached my bus stop…. someone sat behind me.

This someone looked almost identical to Ed Sheeran.

Don’t get excited, it wasn’t Ed Sheeran.

It goes like this:

I sit, I listen, I get tapped on the shoulder, turn around and get asked if it was the ______ route.

I say “yes, it is. I know I used to think that too but then I realized there’s a little green sign in the front of the bus that says ____ route.” I hope I din’t sound like a bitch. But then again, he did say “sorry” at some point during the conversation so maybe I just need to accept I have that facial expression.

Instantly thought when I turned around “wow, he looks sort of like Ed Sheeran.”

Guess what?

Ed Sheeran played here tonight. Legit had a concert I completely forgot about, even though I’ve been non-stop talking about it for a couple weeks now.

Guess I was too consumed in homework and the fact that some guy that looks like Ed Sheeran was sat behind me, to notice it was the exact day that Ed Sheeran was playing in my city.

Realized this hours later, laughed, then questioned it, then thought why the hell would that have been him?

Could you imagine if it was really him though?

It wasn’t — just to clarify again. But could you imagine?

Love,

Nat

 

Eyebrow Trauma :Once Upon A Time

“Excuse me, this doesn’t seem right” or “You made me look like chewbacca” would have been great responses to a lady who “fixed” my eyebrows once upon a time.

Instead, I said “Oh wow,” gave a nice smile, paid for the monstrosity on my face, and walked away.

Granted, I was 17 at the time and pretty new to the whole waxing eyebrows properly thing, and not just going to the corner place where they always seemed to be done exactly the same for every single person.

This time I was in a professional place. I had been there once before; I loved them I didn’t get red afterwards looking like I had a really awkward sunburn, it just went great.

And then I went back for a second time. Went to someone new because, well why not and experienced the worst eyebrow waxing of all time.

The thing is, there wasn’t even much waxing- it was more filling them in or drawing them in should I say.

My original thought after leaving was “wow this is different, maybe she was super new and I was practice” which I wish I had a warning with at least. So I kind of just went with it and didn’t go back to that specific place ever again.

When I say filled in, I mean seriously messed me up, I walked out of there and her coworkers literally had their mouths open it was so horrible.

The most cringe-worthy part of it is the whole time I was walking to where the group of gaspers were to pay for it I held my head high as if I wanted it to happen because I just KNEW she had to have been new or done it on purpose and I wasn’t going to become a laughing stock.

The worst part is, she was so nice so I was nice back, when I really should’ve been like:

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Cake Is Not A Crime

Yes, I’m going to eat the cake even though I may regret it later.

Why you ask?

Oh, just because today I asked myself why I should deprive myself of sweets and I couldn’t come up with much of an answer besides not wanting to make snacking a massive habit.

When did it all become about numbers; how many pieces of cake, how many slices of pizza, how pieces out of the massive box of goldfish I bought at Target…

As long as I know what I’m doing, I don’t hold myself to absurd standards like exercising every single day for two hours (not that I’m the person to ask about working out) or eating ONLY organic food and little sugar or calories-what have you- I’ll be alright.

I eat for myself.

I eat for the pure happiness of it, and I eat when I’m hungry, not when I’m bored.

Okay, that’s a bold lie, sometimes when I’m bored and its just been one of those days with endless movies, then yes I will without a doubt.

But other than that I try to balance the healthy foods with the not so healthy foods… it’s really all anyone can do.

So I say, eat the cake. Life’s too short. Worry about the silly things later.

Love,

Nat ❤

 

 

 Sparks A Piece Of History

I’m always making notes. Ever since I was able to hold a pen, I’ve been making notes, songs, writing down ideas. 
I can’t tell you how much data I’ve used up by writing notes on my phone ( and two others from before) along with my iPad (rip) and computer.
I wish there was a way for me to find all of them. Although there isn’t, there’s at least my old e-mail which hold quite a few. 
One day I’ll go through them, maybe share a few… but for now I just want to talk about how much I love writing. 
Not only do I focus better, remember tasks I’d otherwise forget, and come up with creative ideas that I put few to use, but it helps me feel like I’ve accomplished something. 
I started out with a pen and paper, even now I do still prefer a pen and paper… but, those ideas that come on around 2 am or so (the most creative I think), or the ideas that come to thought in a dream, are written in my phone. 
No matter how you look at it, you’ll see I always write and I most likely date the paper too. 
There’s something I find really cool about going to back to things I wrote or drew back in 2013, for instance, because it sparks memory and it sparks a piece of history from my life. 
It does for everyone when they discover something they thought they lost. 
The way we write tells a story too; why do we curve the g’s and y’s? 
Why do we write in cursive or print?
Why do we have sloppy handwriting sometimes and clean as pledge the next? 
There are more unique things about ourselves than what we thought…
Even when it comes to something as “simple” as writing. 
Thanks for reading. 🔥
Love, 

          Nat 💖

🌸 Little Lush 🌸

I love Lush of you couldn’t tell, and experimenter is one I’m really really really excited to use. 

When me and my friend went into the shop the girl told us to feel the water because she had just tossed one in and omg it was so nice and smells so good and is so GORGEOUS. 


I can’t wait to use it in my bath ^_^

Do you have a favorite Lush product?

Love, 

Nat 💖

Comments On Cheating

Cheating isn’t cool.

I don’t care if you’re a man or a woman, point blank is that it’s not another thing to add to why one gender is worse than another.

So many comments on all sorts of platforms, including real-life revolve around who cheats more, men, or women. If you are a man it’s likely you’ll say women, and if you are a woman it’s likely you’ll say men, ESPECIALLY if you yourself have experienced cheating. Of course this doesn’t apply to everyone on the planet, however I’d like to think at least some people see where I’m coming from.

To feel as if you can’t trust another person is one level, but to KNOW that someone has the audacity to cheat or hurt and then lie in your face is another.

You, yes YOU deserve better. You deserve to know better, and be loved by better.

I don’t want you to think slimey people are all that exist after one encounter with a partner that just hits the fan. I definitely don’t want that to happen if it was your first relationship.

But I especially don’t want it to become a battle consistently of whether or not men are the biggest cheaters, or women are.

Life is complicated as it is, should we really throw more gasoline on the fire?

Whether or not you were cheated on, know YOU are still fine as hell. There’s zero reason for you to doubt your self-worth, whether or not you were good enough, pretty enough, loving enough, NO.

And there is zero reason to single-out any gender, or place the blame for some of human-kinds misguided and idiotic people on a sole string of incidents that are relatable for almost every person in a comment section.

This is the cheaters problem. It is all the cheaters problem. You may not see the justice now, but know darn well it’s coming and karma will quite simply smack them in the face if you’re not quick enough to yourself.

Do me a favor though, please?

Recognize that it’s not a genders issue, it’s a cheater’s mind.

P.S. Recognize that you’re sad and it’s okay to be sad rather than playing it off… it’s okay to be sad for a while, however long you need to, but also remember that time waits for no one and once you understand they weren’t a waste of time but a blur of lessons, then you can begin to accept that the world will turn with or without that toxic person in you’re life.

And sometimes, too much of a good thing– or what you think is at least– really isn’t so good after all.

Love,

Nat

 

 

Wonder Woman Will Kick Ass

I have a gut feeling this movie is going to break records.

I have a gut feeling this movie is going to inspire a lot of little girls, a lot of women, and people in general.

This doesn’t strike me as a movie that will only show the good scenes in the trailer just to “get hype.”

It’s apparent to me that this movie deserves the hype due to the fact that it doesn’t’ appear at all to be a let down both in the trailers, and considering the director is also a woman (who may be able to bring a more relatable side of the character to the movie-goers as well).

Today at work, at least 3 times alone (the most I can ever remember in one sole day) I was asked if a man, a boy, anyone besides a female could carry cases of water for a customer. Seriously, this really did happen. Even after I did truck and moved about 200 cases of product, quite a lot of it being heavy.

What I did was at least took it to the counter for the customer. He looked at me in shock, this elderly man, and questioned “that’s not heavy to you?” with eyes practically bulging out of his head I politely said “no, not at all” and smiled.

And no, I’m definitely not the strongest woman anyone will come across, I don’t lift or work out much besides when at work, however I AM in fact able to do it so why the hell should I not?

Afterwards, a man came in to get a propane tank, and before I could grab it off the shelf, he said “no, no, wait I got it” even though I’ve done this at least 50 times… and he did do just that.

I want to mention that I have zero problem if someone (a man specifically in this case) wants to help me, however, if I’m not struggling in the slightest bit, if I don’t mind in the slightest bit, and hell, even if I do mind sometimes; I don’t feel there should be a place where a man says to me “no, you shouldn’t lift that, its too heavy for a woman.”

It is insulting to me, to watch someone else do a job I could easily do, only because they are a male.

I hope the movie “Wonder Woman” –and the fact that it was directed by a woman as well– can inspire as many people as its already inspired me to remind myself I’m a badass woman, when others fail to realize.

I have a really good feeling about this movie, what are you thinking about it? Do you think it’s too hyped up, or are you excited to see what it has in store?

Lemme know what you think 🙂

*Note: I found the featured image on Deviant Art, it’s done by TristanHartup*

Love,

Nat