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Chasing Elusive Happiness A F-cking Addiction  FUCK "The only fucking word, you can use in any fucking situation, and it makes fucking sense." Happiness is such an elusive fucking emotion. It is non committal , unless you choose to look at the glass wih ever positive eyes. Even when you're fucking happy, in a moment's notice, it will elude you once again. Of course, the 7 deadly sins are included in that demise equation, for fuck sake's It works like this: The minute you think life is going fucking grand, and you are a fucking BOSS - That is when life will kick you in the fucking teeth. The second you become overwhelmed with happiness and love, your partner will do something atrociously fucking hurtful. At the same moment you decide to give your all to this fucking amazing person, The moment of reality, of who they really are, blows your fucking mind. Simply because, that soulmate is human, and no immortally wise motherf - cker comes along and lasts forever. Or is he playing me, and fucking anything he can elsewhere (there is thrill of the chase fetish)? You begin to think you will never get one like yourself....the chemistry, the intensity of love.... so, fuck it. Even if you love yourself, no fucking body wants to be alone. We weren't meant to be, so you have to face the fuckery of heartache over and over, if you dont want to be lonely. The moment you are happy with being by your fucking self, that is when love comes along and adds precarious, uncomfortable, change.The more you embrace the happiness and do everything fucking right , the more the loss will hurt when it happens, and the resulting depression will be fucking staggering. The moment you can laugh again, you will forever remember it with bittersweetness... Just the fucking facts My mother has this amazing fucking plaque in her kitchen. It says: "If a man, who cannot count, finds a four leaf clover, is he enitiled to happiness?" What do you fucking think? Song for this post Shake it Off - Walk Off The Earth |
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I stay out too late Got nothing in my brain That's what people say That's what people say I go on too many dates But I can't make them stay At least that's what people say That's what people say But I keep cruising Can't stop, won't stop moving It's like I got this music in my mind Saying it's gonna be alright I never miss a beat I'm lightning on my feet And that's what they don't see That's what they don't see Players gonna play, play, play, play, play And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate (haters gonna hate) Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake I shake it off, I shake it off Heartbreakers gonna break Fakers gonna fake I'm just gonna shake I shake it off, I shake it off I shake it off, I shake it off I, I, I shake it off, I shake it off I, I, I shake it off, shake it off I, I, I shake it off, I shake it off I, I, I shake it off, I shake it off I, I, I shake it off, I shake it off I, I, I, shake it off, I shake it off I, I, I, shake it off, I shake it off
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thanks, that's a pretty good post. I feel...comforted, emboldened, happy and secure... uh oh..
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I believe that part of our success as a species is that we are hard-wired for anxiety. Those of our ancestors who were too complacent (or who had bad eyesight) were eaten by lions or walked off a cliff while enjoying a refreshing morning stroll. These periodic kicks-in-the-teeth are our internal mechanisms keeping us on our toes (no pun intended). Some, of course, are legitimate and real, while some are self-created. Some of the latter are confined to our dreams, but some are not. What is to be done? Well, step 1 is to try to eliminate those from your life who don't want the best for you. Step 2: I'm open for suggestions.
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Yep, I've said that word once or twice 
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sometimes that word describes exactly how we feel.
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is my fav word sums up every human emotion fuKn perfectly
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Trying to cut down on my cursing, now and then, is sometimes hard. i also very much like to us that word!!! Feel like a "good girl" when not cursing, anyway......
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I think old blue eyes summed it up the best…”riding high in April, shot down in May”. The familiar but unwelcomed pain, anger, frustration of wondering why, why why! It makes one hesitant to get back up. But we always do.
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It's all just stupid fucking luck.
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It's all just stupid fucking luck.
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"If a man, who cannot count, finds a four-leaf clover, is he entitled to happiness?" What do you fucking think? I think that's an awesome plaque! I also think.....Fuck 'em if he can't take a joke...  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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Yep, I've said that word once or twice 
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