Nina vs The World

I'm just going to come out and say it. Nothing is more deflating than a failed expectation. You had high hopes for the calorie-to-taste ratio in that chocolate cake to be astronomically in your favor. You were hoping the mere inhalation of its perfect cubed crumbs would satiate your soul. And then.. you took a big bite out of it and found out it was a dog treat brownie. So many things in life are like aforementioned doomsday brownie. Buildup, apprehension, illusions and hopes- and then at the apex, a devastating drop from crushing heights. And they apply to many circumstances in life, from movies to vacation, to reconnecting with family from the past . But I am going to focus it on.. ..take a guess..  People.  The problem here is, my whole life I have lived by "Benefit of the Doubt" motto. (Blame the die hard idealist in me) If someone seems like a pesky person, a little catty, a little snippy, maybe a little moody.. well, let's sweep it under the r...

"A friend in need is a friend indeed.." Who hasn't heard that before? When you're but a booger picking tot, learning colors and what not to put in your nose, these connections seem effortless, instantly rewarding and simple. But.. As we grow older and decide who we want to be and what we like, all of a sudden relationships seem more complicated then just exchanging the spare cookie or crayon for a smile. In fact all too soon, we are catapulted in the raging world known as teenagedom, and meeting someone you don't want to maul is a rare finding. We spend the first quarter of our lives establishing who we want to be, our unique identity, and the second quarter hoping the rest of the world, or at least a select few, can accept who we are, flaws and all. Here's my two cents; if you want friends, or want to be a friend- its actually quite simple. Stop being selfish.  No two people are the same. Quintessential truth that sometimes get blurred into the backgr...

(First, I'd like to thank MackDiva over at  http://excerptsfromthediaryofadiva.blogspot.com/  for my inspiration for my next post. MackDiva.. take this as a courtesy call. Phone a friend. A collect call. Like when you're in jail, and you can't afford telling your parents, so you trust that one friend and beg them to never tell anyone that you got caught peeing by the roadside at night . ) Ring Ring... Herro Mack Diva. It's your savior calling. I'm sorry I forgot to clothe in translucent robe, but I didn't have time to send my seamstress a sowin'.  I'm not trying to be Dear Abby here, Dr. Phil pseudoscience, or even remotely logical. But I just read that last blog post and my sense of duty tugged at my heartstrings. Er.. at my ice-pump strings. I normally watch people train wreck their lives every day and sit back and laugh, then blog about it- in that precise order. However, I've read a lot of your stuff- and you seem like a pretty nice, normal...