There is something that I have to state

I for one did not know things were the way that they were, I have always put on blinders because I have felt that some things are best left alone if you cannot control it.

I thought that femininity, grace, poise, charm, and elegance were states of mind that one girl chooses to live her life.   As I read all these new blogs that found their way to mine I now wonder all these years when I was tormented by follow classmates and peers was I just subconsciously caring the traits because it was the right thing to do?

I remember in my teenage years reading books that had to deal with fashions of a decade; my strong preference in the fashion series was the 1920s, 1930s, 1940s, 1950s, 1960s, and 1970s.  It does seem like I am not alone anymore in this world of mine; it seems that there are others that feel the same way but, they are not around to hang out with.

I figured that one day I would find that one true special friend that I can hang out with all the time but, it is starting to look I am not going to the right events to acquire such liked minded individuals.

I find myself happier in the most weirdest of places such as the library or the art galleries that see very little action in the normal business hours.   I find myself happier doing art work in the privacy in my own home even though that there are better artist than me but, I majored in Studio Art so, I am doing the best that I can in order to make something of myself.

There are times that I found myself happier is learning about serial killers because they had hard beginnings such as myself but, they lead to the road of taking lives of people at times did them no wrong by any means; the only thing that they did was to do harm to those that could not help themselves.

I also seem to be happier dealing with individuals that can understand how I think and respect in what I believe in, I need to understand one thing.   How is it that I attract a bunch of garbage in my life when I try so hard to be myself and live in a manner that is respectable and of high moral standards.

All my life I have found the most crappiest of people to take interest in me, I also learned that these are the type of disgusting vermin that don’t go away that quick.   No they seem more interested in me when I would go to the pool in vintage swimsuits such as the ones seen in old movies.

I loved the red lip look that was classic and timeless during those time periods; I choose Mary Kay lipsticks to keep this look a float compared to the other brands of lipstick that are out there.   Laura Geller and Bobbi Brown are nice brands as well but, I prefer to keep Mary Kay on my lips compared to what I see other women wearing.

I have more about myself to learn than what I thought I already have.

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One thought on “There is something that I have to state

  1. It does seem like I am not alone anymore in this world of mine; it seems that there are others that feel the same way but, they are not around to hang out with.

    No, you are not alone. For a long time I thought much the same way as yourself, that I was a stranger in a strange land. I felt that I was born 50 years too late, The truth is that there are plenty of people like me out there. Just as there are plenty of other women like you. The problem is that we don’t know (or didn’t know) the others existed. And that we couldn’t find one another.

    The internet changes this. It gives us a chance to network, and to find others of a similar mindset. Unfortunately, the distance between us can be great, so we can’t “hang out.” At least, not without some traveling. But you never know. As more people find their way here perhaps that will change.

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