THE ART OF BULLSHITTING

I understand the urge to bullshit…fit in… and the cautionary tale of ‘fake it till you make it’. What I seem to be boggled with is the desire to have an accomplice. The undeniable need of needing someone to justify your ‘faking it’.

May it be a slight misrepresentation on a résumé. There has to be a referee to back it up. A new attraction, got to have a best friend to speak on your untamed awesomeness etc.
Then there is the one that totally feels like a hostile take over, you are almost compelled to stand by whatever ‘bullshit’ is served. Have to come across as a united front….right? Marriage…..relationship…. 😕 (your till death/divorce / next fling co-conspirator)

I’m an absolute believer in dreaming beyond your wildest dreams phenomenon and the school of thought of aiming for the stars just to land on the moon. It’s all well and good until you start believing the ‘bullshit’ you are serving. Trying to sell to the very person that covers your nakedness probably not a genius idea.  Don’t eat your own supply…..

Once it goes to your head to a point you can’t tell reality from make belief , probably the right stage to pull over the chuchu train and re-strategize. Forgetting the whole purpose of the ‘bullshit’ and just taking it to be your truth doesn’t automatically make it so. Sustaining it may look doable but that’s bullshit too😎.

Keep your ‘bullshit’ believable to some extent. Once the car, house, make belief career growth, wardrobe and what not is stripped down at least let your relationship (read reference) be stable. That one person that can blow your house of cards should at least be on the same thinking level as you….(if there is such a thing).

FIND YOURSELF AND BE THAT

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Different shades same soul

Don’t hide behind ‘societal expectations’, behind career, family and other responsibilities. Don’t be confined. Free yourself, find yourself and explore the different things that make you you. In a universe so wide , a galaxy we can’t comprehend its bounds, a planet overly populated….find that which makes you relevant. That which makes you unique. Don’t hide behind the known. Dare to venture and explore the unknown. Who knows you just might bump into yourself…..

Hey I’m Maureen

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Loving your company is one thing. Doing away with the rest of the universes is another thing. There are those individuals that come and go , those that cross our path and with every possible outcome losing them is not an option….but as luck would have it, whether by fate or design they end up being distant memories. Doesn’t matter how many people come and go. How many stay just to leave a little ways  down the road, choosing to be an island is no way to live.
With every exit comes pain and eventually bliss. May sound naive and ‘self assuaring’ maybe it is truth is ,pain is not perpetual neither is feeling lost. People leave and in the same breath come.
Learning to accept that could deem to be a  daunting task but also very comforting. Who knows the next encounter might be the one generations to come make reference to when talking about ‘great encounters’.

Don’t be an island. Live don’t just exist!!

Careful the wreck you leave behind

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Thank you
Thank you for crossing my path
Thank you for letting me witness your glory, just enough to keep me interested. Then yanking it away like death in the night.
Thank you for walking me right down the path I ‘desired’ knowing it’s a facade. Knowing it was far from your reality but…why not ? Why not sample the ‘deserted road’? Who knows it just might spring new light….right?

Thankyou for the clarification. No , I don’t desire approval rather acceptance. Don’t desire to be deceived . Thankyou for the hurt, too bad I chose the exit before the water works debut.

Thank you I am better despite of you not because of you. Thankyou my heart left intact, scratched but fine.

Lets see how well reversed roles play out. Careful not to be schooled by the wreck you leave in your wake.