We all know one. It’s the person who is forever the three-year-old because everything is about ego. They’re always chanting, “Me, me, me.” The narcissist is unwilling to see other’s point of view because theirs is the only one they see, I mean come on they have Smurf named Vanity who’s base on Narcissus (Greek Myth). Extremely argumentative, they will talk over you or continuously make comments, interrupting you as you’re speaking.
Winter has settled in and keeps knocking on your door. It’s icy tendrils slip beneath the door frame and between the cracks of the window panes and into your soul; zapping any warmth and motivation from your bones. Your mind begins playing shadowy games of doubt, and all you can think about is staying in and under the blankets. You long for warmer weather as winter becomes longer and colder, and days shorter and wonder why you haven’t moved to hot climates. But spring is around corner, skipping and tripping, until you think it won’t arrive, and you have nothing to show for the long, cold months that winter was here.
While I was at the doctor’s office waiting for my allergy shots, I got stuck sitting by a sniffer for about 20 minutes. Every few seconds, sniff…sniff…sniff. If you have to sniff that much, maybe it’s time to blow your nose.
While I was shopping at JcPenny’s yesterday, I entered a time wrap. Coming from around the corner was a 80’s flashback that I was guilty of and that fled when the 90’s were ushered in. BIG HAIR. Oh, the tragedy of it all.