God is more interested in changing me than my circumstances. I repeat that day in and day out. I'm up against a brick wall. Somebody is making life hell for everyone. I want to be friendly and try to have others look in a new way at others, but how can I when there's sneaking about and back stabbing abounds? You should never scream harassment then walk around in a bathrobe being the mad flasher. I try to give a heads up about the talk that reflects on us because of the risque behavior, but NOOOO. We all have free will- don't you know! Well- I got flashed and I'm offended. It was an eye full of nothing that I wanted to see. WTH!!!
We're going through an extra protective measure by the buddy system and never go out alone to prevent getting accosted by some pretty desperate pigs. Real men don't need to force anyone- ain't that the truth! Even in the sandbox there's some pretty stupid females that think they are still teenagers. I want to yell out, "Look in the mirror", (very few of those here). Say it with me R-E_S_P_e_c_T. What a joke - but not funny...and it's demeaning to all the females when one puts all in danger. At what age do you grow up? The answer is never, but some play their hand with a little more sense.
I started working out with my young buddy. Her angles are sharp, mine jiggle. I do feel so much healthier and stronger. It's great fun. I realized that I hated to work out around all the kids because I felt they were staring and saying, "look at the fat lady." Ok, maybe true, but there's a whole lot of helpers that want to show you how to tone this and how to work that. The encouragement is contagious. I'm really enjoying the gym for a change.
So how does this change me? First I'm going to the gym and I actually look forward to it. Next, I've learned that people without friends are a sad lot. I refuse to play the mean game. Forget that old saying about... keep your enemies close- who has the time of their life for that? I'm just going to enjoy my life and be nice to everyone. It's really same, same here...but different.
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