take life less seriously

I hate when I feel like I’ve been taken advantage of.

Just yesterday, I had quite the argument with the manager of the dealership I bought my car from. I got scammed out of $90 because of their carelessness in delivering the key to the wheel locks on my car. They refused to provide a new set once the key could not be found, so I was out $90. Not a large sum of money, but it’s the principle which angers me so much.

I let it get to me so much, especially after a long week of hard work at the office, that I felt like breaking down – like I was going to lose it. Yeah, I was emo, and I knew it. So I smoked, but only once, and decided calling a friend and explaining to her what had happened was better than chain smoking. I felt better after doing so.

That’s just one small example of how seriously I take life. I could have easily said, “Who cares? It’s only $90. It happens to everyone,” but instead, I felt as if it was completely unacceptable of myself to have been walked all over.

Maybe my anger was justified, but really, at the end of the day, I should have said, “Who cares?”

flat tire. one in the morning. i’m so tired atm but it was a funny experience i can laugh about.. later, perhaps

i think it’s a sign that i should stay away from her, them. there are just too many signs.. i’d laugh my head off in a situation like this, and i don’t think she gets it; she’ll never get it.. it’s.. it’s just too much for me to handle for a short life.

i feel like digging up a grave for all things that remind me of her, but i think i’ll just donate. we take life less seriously by being serious about life. i’m killing two birds with one stone

i have always been critical when it comes to life and thinking about living.. i have played it safe countless of times.
my close friend died on Monday and this changed my outlook on life..
“I’m not here for a long time, I’m just here for a good time” that’s what i now remind myself everyday
3/4 of the sh*t that used to bother me..stopped instantly

I worry too much about things that have solutions and I drown in a glass of water

one word: ENJOY =) =)

punching him in the face would mean to take life less seriously? or more seriously?

honestly… i don’t think i want to find out,. i only WISH i could.

today i went to exeter with a couple of friends, had some things i needed to buy. i play guitar, and i really enjoy playing, but in the guitar shop me and my best mate were in hysterics, we just wouldnt take it seriously. we made some lol’s :P it was a good day.

It started very innocently. A thought came to my mind-why do men like French manicures? Is it because it is French,or the white tips or what? Then I started looking on the Internet, confident I would find the answer. But, to my surprise except a few pages of some men wanting the French manicure on themselves and the images of the different types of French manicures, there was hardly anything on the topic. Now, this has become a problem for me, but I did not let it get me down. I decided that the next step would be to ask some men about it. So, I was going to visit my neighbour, who had commented on a French manicure I had last summer and said that it looked nice. I will explain that i did not come to borrow flour, but that I want to know-why men like French manicures. Then I can see his girlfriend coming out of the kitchen and punching me right in my face and telling me to mind my own business. Or, I could ask the bus driver,when he explains to me how a satellite tracks down the bus and computer announces the next bus stop. I could see myself saying ,”That is great, but I was wondering why do men like French manicures?”. What could happen next is he may ask me to leave the bus, or we may have an accident, or he may just tell me why. I think I would go for this option,even if I have to wait for another bus-it comes every hour and the weather is much nicer now. My point is,there are things that I need to know and that is why I can’t relax. I have to go now, I must think of what to do just in case the bus driver does not give me the answer. After all, it is possible.

Ok so when I leave work I think I’m doing pretty well on this goal. Manage to spend A LOT of time laughing.

Work…now that’s another matter. Sometimes, I take things way too seriously. Sometimes, I fly off the handle for very littel reason.

So this week, here’s the goal: do my job quietly, comsistently, with consideration for others, and with a smile.

Success will actually be as small as just doing work with a smile. :-)

i’ve been angry lately.. altho i feel more content.. does that make sense?

i’m angry coz he’s coming. angry coz they’re here. angry coz she just won’t understand me, the people i love, the things i love, the books i read, things i’d like to talk about, places i’d love to go… even with her..

sometimes i think that i’m just waiting.. waiting for things to happen, waiting for ppl to really be nice and genuine, not wanting to always smile first.. but in me, thoughts and feelings are boiling like the sun..

i’m just afraid i’ll burn myself out and lose myself..

i need to just sift it through. take a knife and skin away layer by layer with what’s bugging me.