Small Break

 If the diva can take several dance breaks to work on their Tik Tok career, I do get at least one 15 minute break in the morning and 10 in the afternoon which I never take.  

I felt sad watching the interview with Emma Hemming Willis this morning with Diane Sawyer.  I remembered seeing Bruce Willis on Moonlighting as a teen.  He was so cool and so funny.  I wasn't a big fan of the action movies but I did really like the Die Hard movies.  I think I liked the 3rd one the best with Samuel Jackson because it was funny and Sam used mother effer a lot.  I can dig that.  I loved his funny movies like Blind Date and The Whole Nine Yards.  I felt sad hearing about what's happening.  So glad to see she has the support she has.  Not everyone can be Demi Moore after a divorce.  Good for Demi and the girls being supportive of Emma.  They're lovely people.

I felt horribly lonely watching it.  Getting support from others has been really bad for me.  Not always but I get alot of thoughts and prayers and it can harden your heart.  It can hurt your heart.  I think show me, don't tell me. 

I dislike it when I have angry moments but they are there.  I feel like I got left behind with people.  Then I get that person who looks at me sympathetically with their head turned sideways with a sad face and an Oh, I'll be there for you.

I wish someone would actually show me instead of just tell me.  

I think the Thinker was going to reach out for some training and well, I think I would be ok if she didn't.  She is lovely but I don't know if my mood is fitting.  Maybe it would help.  I don't know. I had some hopes for the diva before they turned into the diva before my very eyes.  Understanding people has been a mystery for me.  I'm feeling disappointed in the diva turning out the way that she did.  I think well, they were insincere.

Take a break good humans.  Might do your heart some good.  

I'm going to try to have a better day.

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