Nuggets of Truth and Crap

I had another breakthrough moment a couple days ago. I hope you want to hear about it because regardless of whether you actually do or not...I'm going to tell you.

I know. Thanks.

 

I have realized that I no longer give a crap about people who hurt my feelings

I tend to be the kind of person who wants to talk to everyone, and talk a lot. I always have people who I feel compelled to call, and make sure are doing well. I always have people I miss talking to who I used to talk to all the time. There are a lot of people who I reach out to because I feel like at one point they would have wanted me to. Sometimes I don't realize that I go overboard. (Maybe none of this is going to make sense to you, but at least it's a story, right?) So what happens is, people who I try to care about don't always respond how I want them to. Which is, happily and thankful for my concern. (I literally make no sense as a human being.) Most of that, their negative reaction, is probably my fault, because it's definitely possible that I overstep my bounds and try to instigate conversations more often than I should. I've always had a problem with that. It isn't necessarily that I don't know when to stop, trying to talk to someone that is, it's that I don't want to. Or I feel like I can't somehow. I guess you could say that sometimes I get obsessive...I don't want to sound like any kind of creep because I'm not a creep I swear. I don't know how to explain it in a way that would make sense to anyone other than me...but I was talking to a couple of friends about it (thanks guys!) and both of them were telling me the same thing. It isn't worth getting upset over, when people say jerky things to me or when they ignore me. Because more people than you think do that to me. 

I guess I just realized two things:

 

1. I don't need to  constantly be the one to make sure everyone's okay. I'm not solely responsible for everyone else's happiness and well-being even though I feel like I am 24/7. That's just how I think.

2.  I'm not obligated to give a crap about people when the treat me like...an old pair of shoes. Meaning that they don't use me unless they feel like they need to. How the crap is that fair to me?

 

My advice to you: If someone is annoying you tell them. Don't harbor it inside yourself. They need to know. I do. I need to know. Because I don't realize it myself. And I would also say, be aware of the fact that every single tiny thing you say, and ESPECIALLY what you DON'T say, affects people in some way. Whether it is positive or negative. 

 

I'm feeling the Parks and Rec gifs today. Like so much. I think I'll continue from here basically using them exclusively.

This is the male version of myself described to a 'T'

This is a nugget of truth

This is what I say every time I sit down to write something

 

 That's kinda it. I'm pooped. I've been up since 4am because I had the A-FREAKING-MAZING opportunity to help a beautiful, talented stylist do hair for a movie! It's the movie Night of the Living Dead, comedy version. You will probably never hear about it if not for me, but it is nonetheless cool. It's actually legit. And awesome. And now I am being requested, yet again, to do my sister's hair. Literally as we/I speak. Catch ya on the flip side

 

XO

Charlotte

The One

Two posts in a day? What the heck. Sure.  This has been floating around in my head so yeah, what the heck.

How do you know if you should say yes?

Yes to what?

Yes to "the one" of course. Because what else would I talk about?

I think about this all the time. I mean like every day at least. Every day at least? Charlotte how much more often can you get than every day?

How am I supposed to know of the person who asks me out is the person God wants me to date? How am I supposed to know if they're "dating material?" 

Well, there are a few things. 

And yes, this post is going to be written in about seven hundred small paragraphs because that's what I feel like doing. And I'm just going to jump right In mid-thought because that's where my mind currently is. 

(My face sixty percent of my life)

I don't believe in dating "just to date." Like dating to get experience or something? I don't understand that. I believe that dating leads, should lead, to marriage. I mean, I totally get people who think they found the one and it turns out not, so they don't get married. Like duh. I'm not so crazy that I think anyone who dates has to get married. Of course that isn't going to happen. what I mean is, I'm not just going to say yes absolutely to any random person who asks me out. I will say yes if I feel like the person is maybe someone I want to spend my life with. 

Like yeah I know. I'm only 18 and I don't need to find a husband right now. I know that. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to date seventy guys in the meantime. I'd much rather wait for the perfect perfect guy to go out with and love exclusively, and not have to deal with multiple exes and broken hearts. Ain't nobody got time for that. I'M SERIOUS.

Another thing. I feel like people put too much emphasis on the word date. I like how it used to be a long time ago. Dating VS. Going steady. Here you go: I honestly don't like when people say they're dating right away. Okay if someone asks me out and I say yes, I hope they know that i'm not committing to them for like ever. I want to go on a few dates and see how we interact. No, I'm not "going steady", or "dating" as people call it nowadays.  A date is not dating. If, after the first couple dates, I want to actually...be with them I suppose, then i'd call it dating. but not initially. I hate the pressure people put on other people going out. Like yeah, maybe I go on five dates with someone and we decide we just want to be friends. Everyone will say we broke up. UM NO THANKS NOSY PEOPLE we weren't technically "dating" yet. So chill your little buns out.

phew

How do you know if the guy (or girl as the case may be, whoever is reading this) you meet is the one God wants you to be with? To spend life with? I think I'll know when it's the right guy by talking to God. I do. I'm going to pray the heck out of it. The heck. That's definitely not saying that I won't go out with someone a few times before I make any life changing decisions, heck. Life is all about trial and error. But in the end, In the palm of who's hand are we? Not our own, idiots. God's hand. Keep that in mind.

XOXO
Charlotte

Princess Charlotte Elizabeth Diana

I haven't posted on this blog in six months.  SIX MONTHS. That's half of a year. Obviously...anyone can do basic math. But I just can't really, easily, wrap my mind around how quickly time has passed! I originally was planning on taking a break for a little while because honestly, school and work and friends and family and sleep take up so much time that I never wanted to write when I had a few free minutes

Now I want to start again. I miss this so much.

I would usually take up like thirteen paragraphs apologizing for not writing, and catching everyone up on everything in my entire life, but I'm not going to do that. I'm just going to start off like any regular post. Where I left off. Bits and pieces of things that have been going on in my life will probably come out naturally, so yeah. That's enough boring introduction things. 

Probably none of you would have guessed that at present, I am sitting on my brother's bed, in his room, on his laptop. I don't have a laptop, and I can't possibly use the family computer because how the heck annoying is it when people constantly come up behind you and ask what you're doing thirty times, when it's as obvious as HECK what you're doing?! Not to mention the fact that I hate when people read what I write. Not really, but when I'm writing somehow I feel the need to keep it a total secret. Don't ask...just accept it.

School is kinda awesome. Hairdressing school. Well cosmetology, technically. Like anyone else, ninety% of the time I don't feel like actually going to school in the morning, but thinking about it now, I really do like school.  I mean, getting a 20$ tip for doing someone's hair, (which happens to be one of my favorite things EVER) makes for a pretty good day. No, I don't feel like I'm besties with every girl at my school but why would I have expected to? That's life, right? Some people you love to death, and some people you'd love to strangle yourself. 

**that was a joke but only kindof**

I'm also talking to this weirdo on the phone right now :) He happens to be imitating a voice mail box. And talking about murderers and skateboarding accidents. Because why not? I have some friends that are so diverse and random and fun. I wish everyone could know everyone that I know. What? umm yeah. 

Ugh I'm totally done.  Work was a beast as usual, and I have poison ivy everywhere. Thank you friend, whom I will not name, for telling me that poison ivy was "out of season." I have since found out that you can get poison ivy ANY TIME of the year. Torturous is this incessant itching. 

XOXO
Charlotte Elizabeth Diana

Whatever, I know that's the princess but I'm practically a princess so whatever again okay bye.