Monday, March 26, 2007

A Song Writer's Words

I’m a slightly bitter, yet sarcastically funny 28 year-old with a large chip on her shoulder for no apparent reason. That’s all you really need to know about me, but I do have some real life advice for women out there if they feel like listening.

If my life were a song, the singer would be tone deaf. This actually isn’t as bad as it may seem, most of the time it sounds pretty good. And even when it’s horrible you still want to listen out of sheer amusement. Especially when you realize how much fun it can be to screw up. This is something I know a lot about.

Let me give you a big piece of advice because I know a lot of women are the same way. It may sound cliché but there’s really no other way to put it. Quit with the negativity and being so hard on yourself! It doesn’t motivate you, it won’t make you more successful and if you keep doing it, over time even you will get tired of it. It might be a girl thing. As if the whole glass ceiling thing isn’t enough, some girls seem to be programmed for self-sabotage. Wonderful! Why don’t we all just strap on an apron and practice saying, ‘Welcome home dear! The meatloaf is in the oven’? Let yourself make mistakes and find the fun in it.

Oh, and another thing! The cattiness and self-centeredness that is ‘stereo-strapped’ to girls is practically inescapable. What you experience in junior high is a drop in the pool of shallowness that will epitomize your high school experience and pollute your post-secondary education. For the greater part of the next ten years, it seems like the majority of girls around you try to chip away at the very essence of what makes you so unique. I guess I’m telling you all this for two reasons: first, to vent some of my frustration about women to woman cruelty and second, to let you know that it’s a rare thing to find a true friend. But trust me, they’re out there.

So we have come to the end of my little diatribe and you still don’t know that much about me. That’s ok though, this wasn’t really about me.

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