Ten songs that match my personality or feel like they were written by someone who knows me and below them explanations of why I think this, also a huge insight to me as a person!
- The lady is a tramp especially the Lady Gaga and Tony Bennet version!
- Pain by Three days grace
- It can’t rain all the time by Jane Siberry
- Crush Em by Megadeath
- Champion by Three days grace
- Smile by Nat King Cole
- Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez
- Rose Garden by Lynn Anderson
- Touch-a-touch-a-touch me from Rocky Horror Picture Show
- Cry little sister by Gerard McMahon
The Lady is a tramp;
This song connects well to me because I will eat a couple of hours before a meal out, as I can never guarantee whether or not the meal will be enough… you know nouveau cuisine and all that – if I am hungry, I hate waiting around for food! So to be polite, I tend to eat a little before I go anywhere!
I won’t ever wear real fur, I hate the cruelty of it, though it’s pretty I tend to wear faux versions a lot and have a lot of faux blankets around the house. Though I happen to like pearls, so that part doesn’t connect!
One thing I can’t stand is gossiping with other women, it’s not my thing, hence why most of my friends tend to be men.
I don’t really like to make myself up too much to impress others if that means I have to be uncomfortable, but I do like to look impressive generally. Clothing must always be comfortable or else I would rather go naked and being someone who isn’t an exhibitionist, that’s something I won’t do!
I like being fashionable though and I do like showing off a bit, I am a bit of a peacock – I think this is why I love Lady Gaga, I see a lot of me in her!
Pain by three days grace;
There was a time that I became afraid that I would never feel again. My post-traumatic stress syndrome got so bad I became what they call Non-comprimentos, I don’t know if I spelled that right I tried to google it, but found nothing. I wouldn’t speak and hardly ate for nearly a year, I became numb to everything. Conscious, unlike people think I was, but numb. I didn’t want to react, I didn’t want to speak, I didn’t feel a thing. It’s a scary place, it’s like I gave up and didn’t die, but I was supposed to, if that makes sense?
It took a long while for me to get out of being such a poker face, so pan faced and unemotional, a very long while. I wouldn’t smile for nearly four years and when I did smile it was at the irony that people were trying to save my life (due to mastoid infection) and all I really wanted to do was die; but I smiled because of the darkness of it all.
What happened?
I was a huge wrestling fan; in particular I loved The Undertaker. I was afraid of becoming brain damaged due to the surgery and my mother came into the operating theatre to help settle me down for the injection which would put me to sleep – her comforting words came out without realising what she had said until she saw the horror on the anaesthetists face. “Don’t worry, just think about The Undertaker” she said, smiling down at me.
I didn’t just smile for the first time in years; I full out laughed and then had to explain to the nurses around me that my mother isn’t mental, it’s my favorite wrestler!
But after that time, I did decide that if things hurt me, I’d rather feel it than be numb. Strange I know, but if you have been there yourselves, you’d understand the loss and the loneliness of it all.
I soon developed into transferring that to physical pain rather than emotional after a while and entered the dark phases of self-harming, it helped me to cope and though the scars I have are bad, they make me feel like a warrior.
It can’t rain all the time;
That’s kind of my motto nowadays; there is always sunshine through the rain or after it, though the bursts of sunshine in my life are usually short, it’s best not to take them for granted and to recognise them when they are around. It’s easy to forget the light side of life to the extent it becomes alien at times and you can often miss them!
Crush Em;
At times I feel like life is a war, you have to fight for who you are and what you stand for, because so many people want to change you or destroy you.
I used to submit a lot, but as I grew and suffered so much, I decided that if I am going to suffer, I am going to suffer in order to stay true to myself because living a lie hurts me more than I can bear!
I was suffering either way, really. So it’s best to suffer to your own painful tune than somebody else’s.
I’ve had so much of other people thinking that other people’s lives are their business, their personality, likes and dislikes have to be critique within an inch of their lives to the extent I’ve had enough!
I say and do what I want, but I am always ready to roll my sleeves up and start to fight and often times that leads me to gas lighting the other person, because I am not determined to just say my piece, I am determined that they can absolutely be themselves and they can absolutely hate me for being myself – but they absolutely cannot try to change me and I absolutely cannot try to change them, only enlighten them to the fact that all forms of hate is evil!
My intention when I am in an argument is to shed light on the fact that it is ok to love and hate, as long as you accept each other’s differences and learn to live in peace. If the other person isn’t being peaceful and won’t leave me alone after I suggest we agree to disagree, then they have to be prepared that I will defend myself anyway possible and that it could lead to problems.
Champion;
I have fought so hard to be where I am and who I am I have been dragged up and beaten up and bruised and battered in so many ways, not just physically – it is hard not to become something formidable after it all.
I have learned that the harshest of words and the hardest of beatings can make you stronger and in doing so, it can make a person become so strong that they develop into something that their haters and abusers can no longer fight – a true champion!
When a person tries to destroy another, it makes them feel strong when in fact they are weak. Some people allow themselves to be destroyed, others learn to get back up and fight and I am one of the fighters. Very little can intimidate me these days and I do not shy from throwing myself in front of others weaker than me, to take the hits!
Because I know I can cope and I can see that the world is full of weakness and it needs a champion sometimes!
I have a deep fire in me to teach the world, but also shield the weak from it.
I have even learned not to hide my tears anymore, I am no longer ashamed of them – though people may read that as a sign of a broken weak person, for me, it’s a sign that they’ve hit a nerve and with love I will show them what they’re doing, but carry on, I may feel pressured to fuel my fire. I never say things lightly and I am a compassionate teacher, who gives other people time to think before I react!
But as they say, you can’t always help the stubborn.
Smile;
It took me a long while to get my emotions back; it took even longer for me to learn to put a mask on my face for the sake of the others who are much weaker or disadvantaged than me.
I learned that the world definitely needs a champion, it needs compassion and love and tenderness and I leaned that it starts with me, my actions, my love, my care; yes don’t take on other people’s problems for your own, because it won’t help them in the long run, but you can hold their hand and give kind words to make them feel a little stronger in their battles.
It starts with a smile, then listening, then trying to understand and then holding their hands whilst championing them along the way, but never, ever let their battles become your own. Stand back and let them do it for themselves, whilst quietly nodding and smile, you’ve done it little champ!
When I laugh at some people who try to do me down, it’s not mockery, its irony. They are trying to be strong by showing the biggest weakness they have. But I am delicate, I don’t laugh in their face, that’s not compassionate, my laugh is a smile and a small ha, I try to be amicable amongst the discord.
Dollhouse;
I really resonate with this lyrical line “I see things that nobody else sees”, for two reasons, one is that I am clairvoyant and clairsentient, the other is that I have seen the true faces of various people behind closed doors and I know the truth about a lot of things – many things, big, but they will never be exposed.
My life is like the twilight zone at times, but enough of that.
I often felt played like a doll in the past by other people who were always changing my shape and my form and personality to suit them and they isolated me in a little house most of the time.
A particular person in my life played me like a doll so much that it was almost like I was her ventriloquist dummy and her hand was up my arse even controlling what I said. I didn’t realise until I went to a psychologist in 2012 that she used a lot of NLP against me, with little subtleties that made me behave a certain way – they made references to the Pavlov experiments in how she raised me. If you are not familiar with these experiments here is a link. https://www.simplypsychology.org/pavlov.html
Like most paradoxes in my life, it is the very thing that hurt me to begin with that is helping me to heal.
Rose Garden;
I could never get over the fact that people want to be in relationships with people who accept their baggage and everything is going to be perfect, when the going gets tough, they leave each other! I never understood this.
Love needs work and compassion, it’s not a given, you can’t just waltz into someone’s life and expect a picture perfect romance, because things like that may happen to some, but it never really lasts. Love needs time and work.
Most of my best relationships happened through friendship first and I know it sounds weird, but a long conversation over two or three picnics about what each other wants from life and each other and then almost like a handshake and business proposal we get together.
You have to lay your entire self on the table in front of them, reveal all; dark and light – then you make a decision on whether you are suited together or not. Do you have the same life goals? You see how many compromises you are willing to make with each other and if the BIG things don’t match, don’t go there, don’t choose them and start the process over again with someone else – life is too short to be unhappy with someone you live with!
When someone develops an issue with me it is usually because they were not honest in the conversations leading up to the relationship, because they wanted to tell me what I wanted to hear, rather than stay true to themselves!
You must never do this, because you can’t mould everyone!
So I always remind people, I am sorry but did I promise this to you initially? It’s hard and I know I sound like a bitch, but I am only trying to save hearts from being broken in the long run, because I have a terrible guilt conscious.
You’d be surprised actually how many people hate people being so open like this. But I feel it’s essential; you could be spending your life together some day – what have you got to hide?
I sound dominant but I really am not. This is something that shocks people when they get to know what I want from life, because I seem so assertive off the bat – but that’s the point. It’s to show each other your boundaries so you can live happily together. I am not a huge feminist, I do believe women can save themselves and they can do many things, but I am super traditional and submissive in my best relationships that most feminists don’t find someone like me acceptable!
It’s a contrast I know, but as I said – it’s vital to be open with people.
Be strong enough to say “I need this, and I need that” and “don’t engage me with this, or that”, it’s important.
I welcome you to my garden, but I didn’t offer you constant sunshine, a perfect lawn and neat borders, I have brambles in there, some nettles for the playful butterflies and some beautiful thorny roses!
Touch-a-touch-a-touch me;
Self-explanatory really; I have been isolated most of my life that I get thrilled when people want to get close to me, even more so when touched. I have been touch starved most of my life. Though I can’t be called a slut as my life experience hasn’t reflected my inner most thoughts and feelings, I have the mind of one though.
I am not ashamed to admit it either. I love being touched, I crave it, but I only desire it from certain people I feel are worthy!
This is not an invitation for anyone to come and touch me without asking first, but it is an invitation to ask if you could get close to me – I don’t mean to sound threatening but I will deck those who take advantage!
I am also very much proud to be considered a creature of the night, because my life has been filled with darkness and in darkness I found my strength, the light weakened me. I am dark and to many people I resent to say, I am dirty – though I see it as cheekily playful and clean fun! Dirty is a bad word when it is pertaining to fun pursuits and I don’t like hearing it!
To me the most sacred thing in life is sex, the meaning of life is sex and we should have more of it in our lives and we should spread the love ashamedly!
Cry little sister;
I have always wanted to spread love around the world and make it more acceptable and available to people I come across; I wish that the world was a more open place, a place where people are not afraid to be who they are and do what makes them happy without judgement.
I’ve always hated the lack of love in this world, particularly the kind where you can be free to touch the hand or a knee of a person in order to comfort them, without all this fear that surround’s physical contact with people.
I’ve never found it a healthy aspect of society, though I do appreciate the fact that it protects people from being touched by people they don’t invite into their lives. I remember a time where I had to get the police involved because of a stalker who readily kept touching me up and I didn’t invite that. But generally, when you know someone that is beyond a mere acquaintance, why is it still shunned?
I have seen pained expressions in male friends eyes when they see me crying and you know they want to put their arm around you and comfort you, but they are afraid of so many things if they do that. Will I misinterpret this as a romantic interest? Will his girlfriend misinterpret it as having an affair? Will I take him to court for it? So many things, so I sit there crying more or less alone, when all I want is the extra courage by having someone hold me tight; I wouldn’t care who it is, if they are nice and won’t take advantage of it further. But most won’t even try.
A gentle touch can spark a healing energy and break the cycle of loneliness, breaking chains that bound us.
Happy reading all!
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