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Holy crap...really...

Sometimes I think it’s an honest question. When I was younger, going to the movies with my mother was the most interesting adventure because we could not afford the adventures on television and quite frankly, I did not enjoy my trip to Disneyworld when I was older. But that’s besides the point. We have the movies. An adventure. The excitement. The popcorn. And don’t forget about the previews, which are the best part You are probably thinking that I am going to go on and on about the movie experience but I’m not. When you were a kid, girls in particular, there was nothing like a Disney movie. Whether it was a Disney classic or a Pixar newbie, we have all been exposed to “happily ever after”. As you tugged on your mother coat tail begging to see the movie again, you did not know that simple phase was encoded into your mind to be later processed when you get older. I am 19 going on 20 years old now and I’m starting to believe mine is kicking in as we speak. After failed success in friendships, career thinking, and money handling, the one thing that has always made me smile was the thought of being in love and sharing my life with that person. Brained washed much? You see my “happily ever after” is probably like many girls, even boys, women, men, but it can be hidden in life’s many temporary highs, including sex, money, and friendship. At some point in my life, I had all the above. I had the sex. I had the friendship. I had the money. But at night, I was by myself looking at a ceiling and thinking, “Why do I still feel so empty?” It’s because of the phrase. I want to live “happily ever after”.

And that’s why I started crying after watching Stardust a few hours ago. The storyline is quite cute even though it was completely false. The main male character, Tristan, was chasing after a girl that in like modern times, was looking for a mate that well endowed with money. Tristan, being a shop boy, didn’t have money so in order to win her love, he made a promise to capture a fallen star, cleverly falling at the exact moment the king of Stormhold died and his sons had to find a ruby in order to be king. But the star was just a piece of a rock, but a girl named Yvaine. Tristan’s father gives him a present from his mother, who is absent, which holds a magical candle which when lit will take you to any place you think of, taking Tristan to the star where he finds the girl. So after finding “the star”, they set off on the journey to take Yvaine back to his false love promising Yvaine that she can return back to her home in the sky with the last of the magical candle. But along the way, the two face trouble with a group of witches bent on eating Yvaine’s heart for immortality and youth and the band of brothers bent on becoming king. In the end, the band of brothers die, some at their own doing because if there is only one brother left, he becomes king, and the group of witches die because of course, they’re evil and they have to. But in the killing the last witch, the love that Yvaine had for Tristan allowed her to glow so bright, that it made the witch explode, because that’s what stars do, they glow (a little phrase they caught saying throughout the movie). And come to find out that Tristan’s mother was the only daughter of the Stormhold kingdom making Tristan it’s sole heir and him being king with a star as his bride. Also he one-upping the bitch who he was originally chasing before all the killing started lol. At the end of the movie, his mother gives him and his bride one magical candle for their wedding gift and used it when their grandchildren got older and went back to the sky to live “happily ever after” together. Now you would think that at the end of the story, I would be smiling and laughing but I was crying.

At first I was confused but then like lighting, it hit me, that’s what I want. Because “happily ever after” is not about sex, money, or the amount of friends you have, but about sharing your life with someone who gets you more than you get yourself. Someone willing to be there will things are rough and still wanting to be with you. Someone you can laugh with or even die with and say “My life is worth so much more with you”. And that’s why I was crying because I do not have that. That external feeling, sometimes madly and painful thing we call love. Some many times in today’s world, the word love is sugar coated or misused to describe temporary highs or momentary satisfaction of a person or object. But that is not love. And that’s why my life is so sad. You may think I am crazy for basing so much of life on a silly phrase and concept but that is who I am. I willing and fully accept that the #1 thing to make me happy is love and a family.

Now if you could turn that into a career, I would not mind working or going to school all for the meaning and being in love.

My heart is beating so fast right now. My air flow to my brain is becoming more labored. And my sense of sanity is slowly dying. I am the most confused I have ever been in a while and it's not even about myself, it's about the people I hang around. But something that I have noticed is that the reason why I care so much and get so upset is because I care too much. I see these things happening to people and people allowing it to happen to them and I get mad. Why am I getting mad? It's their situation and last time I checked, I wasn't involved. If they want to fuck up their lives living in a fantasy world, then so be it. First of all, the world is not going to give you happiness on a silver plate for you to eat and relish. You have to work hard for the things you want and the dreams you want to obtain. "Oh I will try again." In the real world, there might not be a try again button or do-over because you get one shoot to prove yourself. I seriously am disgusted by people who can't see that reality. Just because your friends or parents are telling you it's okay, they are not the ones who are going to be paying you, the ones who are going to make your dreams come true, or the ones hiring you. They are going to give support, as half assed as it is, to keep you pushing. But when that pushing becomes unrealistic and to the point of babying, you are never EVER going to make it. If your friends can not tell you the truth, then I feel as though they are not your friends. A true friend will let you know when you are fucking up because they want the ultimate best for you, not some lame ass excuse for an existance. Which brings me to my next point, if your friend is telling you something and you can see that it's the truth, don't you think maybe it is..? Why would you go and do the oppoiste so the person that is hurting you can hurt you again and again and you keep taking that "Oh I'm sorry, I'm mad or I'm sorry, I had to take time for my feelings." WHAT ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS?! Have you ever thought about that. Yes you have when you were telling me you are over it. Then be over it. You are never going to get respect if you keep allowing a person to hurt you. Because you know what, they will think "oh well she has let me slide, so I can do it again." And they will continue to do so. There is a difference because forgiving and allowing a person to see that you are hurt and wont allow that anymore then forgiving them and allowing them to do the same thing. Thats not love. That is an excuse so you will not be alone. And every night you will sit there trying to convince yourself that you are happy because you have someone. But do you really have them or is the person just an existance in your life until something better comes along? Is if the answer to the second question is yes, then you have your answer whether that person should stay in your life or not. Since when do we give up on love and accept people who continously hurt us then says sorry and call it love? Love is unshielding. Love is overpowering. Love is compromise. Love is undefined. Love is the willingness to put someone else over you. Love is supporting each other when times are rough. Love is being truthful whether it will hurt someone or not. Love is not one-sided. If we all believe in love then why are we allowing non-love to walk all over us? It hurts so much to see this that I'm crying and again I ask myself, why do I care so much? Because I see all the potential and goodness wasted on someone who doesn't deserve it. Someone who could care less and only when they feel like it. I'm so upset because she deserves so much more then this. She is giving and kind and gentle. She will give you her heart in a minute and to allow someone like that fucking jackass to touch it all in the name of not being alone FUCKING ANNOYS ME!

*sigh*

I just want people to be happy and stop making excuses because they are worth so much more. And they will get much more when they see that even if the issue is small, it can pontentially lead to something that can destroy you. I myself also have to stop making excuses and it comes with baby steps and for those people, admitting the problem is the first step.

In Dr. Laura Schlessinger's "self-help" book, Then Stupid Things Women do to Mess up Their Lives, she discusses daily things that all women do that are potentially harmful to our self-respect. Things such placing all our dreams and admiration in the male species, complaining when things haven't gone our way, and the ultimate excuse of for everything, blaming it on someone else. When we take away the times when guys did us wrong, the amount of people we slept with, and the other feminine qualities of our lives, it's funny how we don't have anything to talk about. I sometimes wonder as I sit around a group of females what their goals are in life, what do they want out of life. Most say a marriage, which is understandable because at a certain age in my life, I want to have a family of my own but is that their and also my only existence? Have I become some walking/talking ovulation waiting for a "great" guy to impregnate me? I defiantly do not want to be only defined as that. But the real problem for me and other girls of my generation is that we have lost sight of what is really important at the end of the day, ourselves. No one can tell us what will make us happy in life besides us. No person can walk in your life and completely change you. Sure, that person may make you happy for a while but soon it will become a competition between you and their wants and desires because you don't have any of your own. In order to change and stop making excuses is to face the truth of the situation: you are being lazy and you are not committing yourself to anything. If we spent so much time doing things instead of analyzing situations tenfold, we would not be complaining about where we are today. And that's one thing about men that is different from women. Men, when they see something they want, go for it. Women, when faced with the same situation, talk it over with her friends or herself before making a move, which may lead to it disappearing. For example, when I loved someone a year ago, I told them that I was not the one for them and constantly always brought up his ex-girlfriend because of my own insecurities about the "relationship". Guess where he went? Back to his ex-girlfriend! (even though they are not together yet again for the same damn reason they broke up the first 3 times, ha ha but anyways) In me telling him that I was not the one, even though I knew in my heart I wanted to be and I loved him, it made him believe that I do not care about him the way it seemed to be and since his ex-girlfriend was pursuing him, why not go back to her since I was not the right one for him. Another example, everyone always tells me I have the tremendous potential to do certain things with my life: an artist, a counselor, and a voice over (don't know why that keeps coming up...), but instead of busting my arse and trying to accomplish the things I love, I procrastinate and why do I procrastinate? Because I fear rejection. I fear the truth of the situation. I fear disapproval. And that's whats holding me and others back. Instead of lying to others or yourself, be truthful. If you can't do a task, you can't do it. If you are afraid, you are afraid. If your work looks like crap, it probably is crap. If he appears to be a loser and trifle, then probably he is. Sure the truth hurts but at least it's not same excuse or a lie to make you or others feel better. It's better to see and realize the truth before it becomes too late and you are stuck in a situation you can't get out of. The truth will go on longer than a lie ever would and who wants to get lied to? Like the truth, life is hard and in order for us to survive, you must go through the pain to get to the pleasure. Life isn't a fairy tale where your dreams and desires fall on your lap. You have to work harder for what you want and the respect that you deserve. This book has definitely opened my eyes to my own flaws and I think it could do the same for you.

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I hate when people ask me what exactly I want to do with life. I do not really have a plan for anything in my life. I have a generalization that only makes sense to me at the end of the day. When it comes to academics, sure, I want to major in Business Administration but as far as a concentration, I doubt I will ever just do one thing. I like Management. I like Marketing. I like International Business. I like Entrepreneurship. I also like Human Resource Management. When it comes to things I would like to do, there are many options. I like writing. I like fine arts. I like humanity acts. I like the idea of owning my own business. I like the idea of making dresses. But I know I can not do all of those things at once. I do not really have a plan, just a lot of ideas in my mind. I am a very general person which I am starting to realize. It's not like nothing satisfies me, but I feel as though there should be more, I should be doing more, or there should more to life than one thing. This could explain the way I was in high school. The overwhelming feeling of trying to fit in somewhere, find an identity in something instead of a general idea. A little part of me loved who I was back when I was 15 and 16 even though those were not my best hours. At least I stood for something. I was one thing. I had an identity. But now, my identity has changed but the question is to what and who? Who is Crista? I can not honestly tell you without making a list. I am not one thing and I never will be happy with being one thing. May seem unrealistic, but why lie to myself? All I know is that I have these ideas and generalizations of what life is supposed to be. It is better than having nothing in my opinion. Now if it could generate some income, then we would be in business. But life isn't over, is it?
That gives me some hope..
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Wow, that was a true back stabber right there. No matter how trusting you are, there will always be someone who will screw you over in the long run. But it is a game, so can we really be mad at her? A little part of you inside would have done the same thing because you're human.

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"God, how many of us live in this city because we don't want to hurt our mothers and live in mortal terror of their disapproval. We lose ourselves here. Our lives aren't furtive, just our feelings toward people like you are! A city of fugitives from our parents' scorn or heartbreak."



-Andre's Mother by Terrence McNally

Okay Mr. Judge, let me plead my case to the world. I'm a bitch in the morning when I haven't had enough sleep, drool on my pillow from the stupid dream I'm waking up from. I'm not the cleanest person stepping into my shoes as I get out of bed and a pair of jeans hanging off my bed post. I hate poppy music in the morning in less it's from my own choice because the vibrations make me irritated. I rather not go to school because I'm not learning anything, it's all about memorization. Every person I see in the morning, I have evil thoughts of killing them because they seem too happy at such an early hour. I'm not the nicest person to get along with because I'm either disconnected and don't give a fuck or I care too much. I have insecurities and tendencies that draw people away from me because they are not brave enough to understand. I dance around in my underwear when I'm feeling pretty and plaster makeup and perfume on my body because I feel the need. I stare at myself in the mirror way too long when I like what I see, sick little part of me thinks I'm that bitch. I like seeing certain people fail because their heads are too high in the clouds or stuck up someone's arse. My soul smiles when the rich go to jail for being greedy and when the underdog wins. My greatest fear is being alone in a room full of people I know but no one says hello. I've been struggling with weight for 5 years now and I'm still fat saying fuck it. I start things and never finish them because I fail at something in the process or someone rejected it. I give up easily because I don't see the point of making a fool out of myself, or am I the only one that thinks that. My breath isn't the most lovely in the morning and I don't always smell the best. I can't fit a size 8 because I love Krispy Kreme. I get mad easily when no one seems to care or when I think they don't. I like sitting in the rain because it gives me a numb feeling reminding me that I am alive.And yes, I'm not the best at relationships because I always think something is wrong, always the over achiever and never the winner. Thinking too much is the problem but I can't seem to stop thinking. So Mr. Judge, over and over again, I am gulity as charged.



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The daily mind farts of Crista Ramone from random articles on the web to everyday episodes of torment in Baltimore City. This is life uncensored, uncaring (maybe just a little bit), and unapologetic. You ready?