Sunday Morning Milkshakes/Sunday Afternoon Popcorn/Sunday Evening Fun: Quality Time At Home

My favorite days within and around my work day or night schedules have always been payday and my days off. Those days to enjoy the rewards of labor, and to relax in comfort.

I love having my space and reveling within my natural confidence and independence.

I am a loner who is never lonely.

As I love to be alone I don’t need, or desire, the constant company of others.

I love my food and living the very healthy lifestyle I’ve lived since my early youth. I love my entertainment and individual recreational preferences.

Yesterday I made two delicious vegan vanilla milkshakes and popped yummy🍿white popcorn kernels.

I watched an old episode of  “The Virginian”, one of my old favorite classic television shows.

I then watched a good suspense flick.

Later on within the evening, around eight o’clock p.m., I was all set to watch my Sunday night noirs.

I started off with a black and white film titled “Please Murder Me”, a 1956 movie which starred Angela Lansbury and Raymond Burr, the film was great.

I tried my hardest to stay up to view the following noirs, however, as I laid propped so comfortably upon a pillow I fell fast asleep into the clutches of a much needed long rest.

 

 

 

Aura

I appreciate the vibe from the universe and am thankful to the powers that be for never allowing me to lose who I genuinely am, I have too much vigor inside to not have the light of my true being shine.

I awoke upbeat and with good energy all this past week, I had a wonderful time everday on my job, and I had an excellent outcome of events altogether on the forefront.

The weekend has gone nice, quiet, and peaceful as usual, the essence of “spirit” is all around me.

 

Mr Monroe: The Early 1980’s

It would be during the summer months of nice and beautiful sunny weather, early in the morning, when an elder neighbor who lived four doors down from me toward the corner house, would call me over to his home to share the finest quality chocolate candy with me.

I’d walk my seven, eight, or nine year old body over inside of his gate to sit on the stoop across from him and we’d both eat a delicious chunk of thick chocolate bars that he’d generously offer to me from time to time.

I was the only child on our block who he would do this with, and the occurrence was always totally innocent.

He fortunately wasn’t a dirty old man.

He never spoke or tried anything out of the way with me. He never invited me inside of his home we’d just hang outside for a few minutes to eat chocolate and talk.

Then, I’d be on my way to play.

He was just a nice old man who viewed me as a good little girl and I thought his gestures were altogether very kind.

Each time he’d call me over to share candy I’d go back and tell my mom later on within the day.

She thought the gestures were nice and cute too.

His name was Mr Monroe and it was in the early eighties when growing up as a child was better and more exciting compared to growing up now within this day and age.

The Grapevine

I am a straight up type of person as I speak the truth, whatever I have to say about a person I’ll tell them to their face, I have been known for my blunt and bold approach.

Nobody messes with me!

I never cared or worried about rumors and reputation my distinct character always stood out and spoke for itself.

Of course, individuals perceive and misconceive notions about others, in general, however, no one is defined by another person’s conjectures or lies.

People lie and talk about other people everyday.

People have constantly told lies on me all through out my life, gossip is a hot topic for those who are jealous, bitter, miserable, and who have no true fulfillment radiating within their life.

Most people who talk to such an extent don’t know what they are talking about.

Other people’s bullshit is usually a reflection of their own insecurities, tendencies, and susceptibilities. The instances have absolutely nothing to do with the other person on the receiving end.

The grapevine is a long line of history and travel in which goes back and forth to nowhere again, circulated stories of unproven reports, doubtful truths, and uncertain events.

I’d never lose any sleep or laughter over the stupidity of others, I’m far too intelligent and productive for that.

The True Gender Of A Distinguished Female

Ignorant and insecure men will accuse a female of trying to be like a man when she does not display the stereotypical characteristics of the women they and society have become fondly accustomed to.

In actuality, I by birth have never been the average type of female or the stereotypical version.

Who said, and where does it come from, that women who seem to think like men, or who are not emotional, or who have sex with no emotional attachment are trying to be like men?

Where did it come from that these traits or behaviors are strictly men related? I was born this way, have always been this way, and know other females who are this way.

Only twisted people reflect in this manner.

No matter what gender anyone is they have the right to be and to express who they are without bias, criticism, and backlash from egotistical and inadequate other people.

I was born a female, and I am proud to be a girl, a lady and a woman.

I was not meant to be with a man it is not within my nature to be attracted to, to love, to desire, or to copulate with any male out of pleasure, or out of affection. And I am not a lesbian.

There are certain men who also feel this way about and toward women, and that is perfectly fine.

I’m not talking about hatred of any kind I’m talking about natural inborn tendency.

I am asexual.

I am whole and complete as an individual, confident and secure, uninhibited and unabashed.

I, of course, don’t represent all females as we come in all variety, inherent nature, and preference.

However, I epitomize what a genuine female is as I am a real girl, lady, and woman.

A female is not defined by a standard that is believed to be or a standard of what one should be. A female is defined by the strength and the depth of her true mind and spirit.

 

Brown Skin: I Was Never A Colorstruck Type Of Person

I was never fazed about yellow skin or light colored eyes like many in the black community were.

It went on within the Hispanic community too, how they favored the fairer skin in comparison to the bronze.

It made no sense to me.

I don’t have a light complexion, or a dark complexion, I am a very nice shade of medium brown.

I have always been comfortable in my own brown skin since childhood and never understood the conflict and color problem among other African American individuals.

I never defined a person’s attractiveness or self worth based on a skin tone.

It is not color that denotes physical beauty it is the structure and design of facial features in which appeal to the eye, and the inner beauty of a person’s soul and character, that appeal to the heart and to the mind of those with genuine depth.

Most importantly, and above all, one should be pleased and satisfied with one’s own self and appearance, regardless of anyone else’s opinion, or train of thought.

Self confidence comes with self love, and self approval comes with self acceptance.

The true beauty and richness in color are the shades authentically painted from a brush stroked by the hands of someone who truly loves and believes in them self even if or when nobody else does.

Make-up and types of cosmetics was another thing I never understood and something I never desired to wear.

I believe in being totally natural I could never imagine covering myself up with unnatural coloring that brings out another form of negative shade toward one’s self image.

I know some wear make-up as an enhancement because they feel they look good, though to some, It promotes the idea of not looking good enough.

When one is secure there is no need to hide behind a cover, you’d want to show off your true color.

All shades come in beautiful packages.

 

 

 

 

Insecure People

It all starts within the home.

I had and was given so much love and attention at home that I never sort out to find love elsewhere.

Love made me confident, love made me strong, love made me secure, and no one can take away what was instilled in me from the beginning.

I have a very high self esteem and I am very sure of myself I have never desired, needed, or looked for social acceptance or validation from anyone.

I don’t understand people who do.

I don’t like people who reflect their own insecurities and negativities onto me, and onto others who exude a genuine and a positive self image, and attitude.

Those whose self esteem is so low that they interpret self assurance and strong sense of self as being full of oneself is all too self-telling.

It seems that some who are unable to reach a secure level of self worth and self value within themselves are more apt or prone to devalue the value in which others actually have for themselves.

Insecure individuals who self doubt, have doubt within others, only because they don’t believe the possibilities in others, that are impossible for them.