Outer Layers

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Writing Prompt – What story do the things you wear tell about you?

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I generally never think of my outer layer. I put on clothes, and I go about day. But this prompt really made me think. I guess if people were super observant, they would notice that my outer layers really are an extension of what I am feeling, for example very few people know that I wear certain goodies when I don’t feel good, it’s old, way too big, but it’s comforting, nostalgic, and I wear it until I feel better, it could very well be my security blanket.
But for the most part my every day outerwear is pretty simple, nothing to flashy, nothing that would be considered “on trend” things that blend in with the background. Things that blend into the background. I don’t really want to be noticed or called out in a crowd.
For years my outerwear wad used to hide, we’ll hide my body, everything was too big, too bulky, but always non distinct
In one simple sentence can some this up perfectly. My outer wear is always appropriate to the occasion, but blends in.

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Complicated

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Writing Prompt: Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt – Complicated

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My relationships are complicated with a lot of people. We don’t talk for a long time and we become the dreaded “Facebook friends” who only say “Happy Birthday” once a year. And at first I was said and hurt, I started to wonder was it something that I had done? Did I say something wrong, did I unintentionally hurt them? And as time went on, those questions went un answered  and time moved on and we drifted  apart. Ill be honest with you maintaining friendships have always been difficult. We change, we have different experiences, we mature and as these things happen to my friends I feel like none of those things are happening to me, I stay the same, and they grow. They aren’t the same people they once were, they are successful in their jobs, getting married, having children, buying homes, and I’m still where I was 4 years ago… What on earth would we talk about? What can I lend to this friendship that (in my eyes) is no longer equal.

What complicates it is honestly jealously, I’ve always had a timeline for my life, when I would get married, when I would have kids, when I would do this and that. What I didn’t plan on was becoming a living breathing medical encyclopedia, or being disabled, or not being about to work…no plans for that… and as one illness became two, then became 10. The plan that I had for my life withered away. And I became the sick friend that really had nothing to contribute to the conversation but the latest procedure I had, or talk about the side effects of a new medicine I was taking, I became the friend that had to cancel plans at the last minute because I wasn’t feeling well. And my relationships became more complicated, instead of a friend I began to feel like a burden, so I stop calling, I stop texting, I purposely became a Facebook friend learning about their lives through a computer screen, and after a while they stop reaching out… they stop wanting to know about my life… honestly I guess the same is true, if they were curious they could learn about me from Facebook.

I have tried to reach out to some people and repair the relationship, but I think for the most part most of those have gone from “Complicated” to “Non Existent” I didn’t plan on an instant friendship, and naturally thinking the worst I was positive that the situation was going to stay the same. I guess this is a lesson for me to learn, it was never about them, it was always about me and my feelings of inadequacy. Hopefully this is something I can work on, and hopefully I can have solid friendship that won’t fall under the category of “It’s Complicated”

 

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Whisper

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Writing Prompt: Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt – Whisper

 

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I remember the days when it used to be considered rude to whisper around other people, I guess they figured if you had something so secretive to say, better to say it when you were alone with the person and not in a group of people…. oh how I long for those days again…

I tend to notice this the most at Walmart…. which seriously has become both my ultimate entertainment and frustration and I usually and at this crossroads of dichotomy when I’m standing in line to check out…. doesn’t matter if I using a cashier or the self-checkout there is a line… and when there is a line at Walmart there is usually someone on the phone… having a conversation; a conversation that you seriously don’t want to hear but have no choice because 1. They are standing right behind you and 2. They don’t know the meaning of “inside voice” or how to whisper.

Just By Standing in Line  at Walmart I can tell you

  • Several peoples SSN.
  • Medical information that honestly I don’t want to know…
  • I might be considered at accessory to crime if I was ever questioned….. maybe
  • I have been the witness to many over the phone break-ups and even one adulterous relationship
  • The basic tomfoolery and fuckery that generally happens at your local Walmart

The takeaway from this is : Everyone doesn’t need to hear EVERYTHING you need to say

 

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Closet

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Writing Prompt: Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. – Closet

 

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My closet is magic, much like the wardrobe in The Chronicles of Narnia, my closet can take you to a magic land called Frustration. In the land of Frustration you will stare at the same clothes for a good 15 minutes, wondering where you black leggings are, not those….. or those…. not the ones with the leather, the cotton ones that fit just right….. you know they’re in there….,maybe behind that Henley you haven’t worn in two years…

My closet has a magical ability of processing clothing are allowing you to find clothes you weren’t looking for while hiding you ones you are. Another ability that it seems to have is the ability to never stay clean no matter how much you declutter and organize it.

My closet is truly one of a kind…. my closet is a hot ass mess.
The picture above is what I would like my closet to look like…but I highly doubt I have the skill to keep it that way. The pants would go where the jackets are, the shirts and the skirts would be in the same section…. it would be a mess; much like my current closet situation.

 

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Superstition

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Writing Prompt: Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. – Superstition

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Friday the 13th, Black Cats crossing your path, stepping on a crack will break your mother’s back… yes we’ve all heard it before… and all of them are a load of bull. I think they were created to scare the hell out of little children and keep women in their place.

And if you’re a fan of my blog you know that I have a black cat, who is very promptly featured on my heading, Tuski is the unoffical mascot of this blog and she’s quiet the little diva…

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I mean seriously, how can you not love this little fur nugget?

But seriously the only Superstition that I can truly get behind is the one sung by Stevie Wonder

 

 

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