I got a new subscriber this morning, a very cool girl, and I thought “oh, let’s get back to it”… as you all know, here’s the soundtrack for this newsletter. I went old school… and you’ll love it.
I’ve been tired. Happy tired if that exists. And that’s exactly what I wanted: professionally happy and professionally tired… I even wished for it. I explain: when I left a multi-level marketing (no, companies aren’t pyramid schemes; yes, some leaders run it like one for sure), in which I was kind of doing well but I was sick of the… [drumroll…] toxic positivity. I really don’t need to go over this again… because it’s all here.
And that’s why I went into the job hunting business and I’m happy now. I know what I’m doing and people around me know that I know what I’m doing. And that’s what matters… until I can share more [think emoji with a wink].
Friendship rule
I believe there’s a an ethical rule for when friendships [or any relationship that had any kind of love as a component] go south. I mean, friendships come and go, and that’s normal and part of life… but things said during that period, I understand, are protected by a silent code of confidentiality. I good friend hated me when I joined network marketing, she spent 44 minutes on skype harassing me basically… true thing, she apologised a few weeks later but I couldn’t bring myself to be friends to someone who had stomped on my heart for 44 minutes (on August 16, 2017) when I had nothing left… Funny thing is that, despite us having been BFFs for 10 years right before we moved to Canada and she even came to visit, I never missed her. Ever. I think about her sometimes but I never miss her or even remember my life with her in it…
Horrible, isn’t it? Very… but our secrets remain buried in the secret vault of ended great friendships. Never spoken of again.
Croak list
I believe I already wrote about the list of people I’d like to see croak. The list always had two permanent members [three briefly] and, since yesterday, my list has three forever members. I don’t have a particular order so there’s no first, second or third… they are all equal in the happiness I’d feel to see them gone from the face of the earth.
Yesterday, a very long friendship ended… things said in confidence were brought back as INSULTS and covered in dirty LIES. And for the first time ever in my life I blocked a person. Not only from Instagram [I canceled my Facebook account many years ago] and whatsapp but from my life, until death plus 100 years.
Again, this is not a silly social media block, it’s the wrath of the devil.
And I don’t believe there is a Devil or, lately, a God, to be honest. But I like to play with these ideas and even make fun of them often… so don’t be offended.
Speaking of devil, are you watching the show and the documentary about Jeffrey Dahmer, the cannibal guy in the 80s? I am, and I guess we watch these shows of people who are capable of despicable things. Not even the criminals themselves know actually; more often than not they wonder and ask their lawyers and psychologists [people who they believe know better] why they feel the way they feel and do what they do…
That being said…
I believe I need these snack plates. Seriously, how awesome are these? Maybe it’s me but Fall makes me think of red wine and snacks by the firepit… so here it is:
You can see on the pictures the instagram page that sells it so you can come with me in this new life of being happy, tired and thinking of cool and yummy snacks.
Signing off,
Clarissa