Wakey, Wakey!

Last night I decided (poor Cornel :) ) to watch a light movie, as my mind was getting extremely tired due to the readings I had done about how genetics might influence a preson's sexual orientation. It was an ambition, what can I say? These being said, "The Last Holiday" caught my eye... although I'm not a big Queen Latifah fan, and I also had to put up with my husband's jokes, it appealed to me due to its topic... what would you do if you found out you were dying? Would you choose to live the rest of your life in a different manner? Do you actually spend every moment the way you would want to or do you settle for what each day's events and people you meet throw at you? As I've said, it was a light comedy... but I might have discovered some truth beyond the exagerated situations depicted in the movie. I think very often about the things that I would like to change about myself and about the way I live... but never seem to find the inner strength to change all that. I'm not talking about radical changes, it's all about baby steps that could help me improve my existence and, thus, the life of those around me, especially my husband's. Am I being selfish for thinking this way? Well, a first step towards my change would be made by using the words "I don't care". At this moment, that would be a lie, but let's see how we can work on that. Yup, this is what mostly bothers me about my own personality... I care too much about what people think. I have to stop here... this is starting to sound like a lamer's post... and that's something I refuse to be.
I should start living my life and concentrating on what micul meu thinks about me... oh, I almost forgot... and, of course, on what I think about me. Yup, one more thing... I have to work very hard on my jokes... if someone uses a phrase similar to "I'm ugly and stupid", I shouldn't write "you don't have to say it, it's already obvious". That person might forget that I have never seen them or their photo, and might not be familiar with my personal issues. At the same time, it takes a lot for me to think that someone else is stupid, it's not a word I use lightly (except for the times when I talk about myself).... unless I'm trying to make a stupid JOKE. I could start by abstaining from making any jokes, no matter how appropriate I might find them. Sounds good to me. Beep! Beep! Beep! Attention, lamer's post ahead (and behind, I might add :) ). Do I care? NO, I DON'T.
An old friend told me she found my posts to be somewhat sad. Well, this is not a sad person's message :). I'm just being realistic... this might actually work!