I’m starting to fantasize about tall and buff men. My husband is the smallest man I can accept. I used to date other men who were a few inches taller, but I never made love to them because I was afraid to get disappointed.
I have multiple blogs that I decided to delete because they’re very hard to manage. From now on, I will be writing about writing prompts, my business, and my marriage.
Please talk to me. I want to hear your comments!
I play candy crush before bedtime. Does anyone do something similar?
My hubbie likes to watch youtube videos of men playing PS4. I think it’s boring. It becomes interesting only when the men talking are funny.
Candy Crush (and its other apps) are so much more entertaining and keeps your mind fit. I’m such a boring bedmate.
I hope you don’t mind that I start talking about Organic Chemistry.
Aromaticity is a molecule that is ring-shaped and flat. It is very stable compared to other compounds.
Sadly, I dropped that class.
Today I write because I don’t know what to write.
Today I write because I’m too tired to write for other people.
Today I write because I just want to write.
You know, I used to have this blog a long time ago. I wrote about my adventures, my thoughts, and my soul.
Good or bad, they were all there.
Happy or sad, they were all there.
Public or private… they were all there.
I realized that I had to lose it when my exes started searching for me online.
Many of them found my blog. Many of them found my soul.
I couldn’t erase it. Many of my words have been a part of history forever. Erasing it would only prevent the wandering eyes of the future. Erasing it would not change the wandering eyes of the past.
Do you think they would remember? Of course they would. One of my exes said I was the only one he dated in our workspace. Another said that I was his first one night stand. The last said that I’m the first girl who took her virginity away.
How would they not remember?
Maybe that’s why I broke up with each one of them.
Maybe they read the specific post I wrote about them.
Maybe that’s why the flames of our candle were blown away.
All of us have our own problems. Often times we think:
What did I do to deserve this?
It’s too hard.
We can get stressed at whatever life brings us. Everybody is struggling everyday.
Being stressed doesn’t mean that you have an excuse to be a bitch to anyone.
Each one of us has our own problems.
But you know what? One person told me,
Don’t worry about it so much. There are other people out there who have heavier problems than you. There are people who struggle more than you do. To them, your problems are so tiny that it’s not even worth complaining about.
I forgot who told me that, but maybe it’s my grandmother. She always told me that I should pray.
Besides, God would’ve not assigned you that problem if you couldn’t handle it in the first place.
This is a reponse to a Writing Prompt: Tiny published on the DailyPost.
Writing Prompt: Ancient
I can’t think of anymore that can describe ancient in 3 words.