Cerebral Sadrina Segues!

At the risk of sounding like a tongue twister, let me tell you how the last week has been all about work stress, boy realities and what-not.  Over a multi-grain bagel and a tall Honey Orange Skinny Latte on my ritualistic SSSS (Sadrina's Solo Starbucks Sundays) , I think of the challenges of being over-analysing singletoot. 


All this week I've heard  nothing but "Go back to being the free spirit we met in college.  The one who took each day as it came and had no inhibitions."

Pondering on this wandering.

In college when I was all but 19, I could be as free thinking as the next college student, could I not?? All I had to worry about was making my grades good.  Now that I'm 24 (hahahaha! Ageism got my tongue there for lying!)with all the experience I've had, I don't know if I am as much as a risk taker as I used to be, but I know my naivete is all but gone and all that's left is idealism.  I find I question more now (no shit Sherlock!) 

DND= Do Not Drama. 

All my friends say I think TOOOOOOOOO much.  And that I am able  to kill the emotion and keep it out.  I don't know what is up with me.  I'm abnormally cerebral for a femme (and I can ascertain I am 100% Female and Feline!!!) and I have to understand 100% before I get into something.  Black or White. Sink or Swim.  Yes or No.  It all boils down to that.

When friends whinge for an extended period of time, I always try to be sympathetic but at some point, i do say, "DND."  Sure we all need drama.  But like any other thing, good or bad, we get stuck if we fixate too long on something.

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I've never minded being alone and I've always welcomed solitude.  I don't think I bore easily but I can easily let boredom get the best of me if I choose.  Except that I'm not the sort of person to let the boredom win!  Life is too short to be bored and if you add up all that boredom time, well that's a lot of boredom!!!

I don't like settling for less than best.  And I don't get into anything for the sake of temporary convenience.  I'm not  overly yielding in that respect.  It is what it is- this shield called dogged idealism!

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Ushering in the first week of the New Year with the thought that it's the monster month (Condura Run for the Dolphins is less than a month away. Gulp.)!!!  A 20-mg Feldene* Flash oughta work wonders for this very disturbing spell of discomfort as I've been feeling a little fluish since yesterday.  I also have to yet purchase a good watch, a hefty pair of sunshades, a cap and that water thingy that goes around the waist.  Therein lies the glitch as I am very wayward and not a fan of constriction- belts, necklaces &/or watches.    

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If I was President and had my Martial Law term, everyone would be biking around the metropolis, corporate would mean any outfit you're comfy in (try fuck me pumps and your comfy two-piece-- hey whatever works!).  I find it strange that we all have to go to the beach to be comfy about our nakedness.  In London, it was one of the most liberating things I did regularly, walking around a three-bedroom Fulham flat after a hot bath in mine birthday suit, watching TV in the sitting room, sipping tea (When in Rome...lol).  More than basking in nude glory, it is very free and uninhibited.  To see yourself in your most natural.  With nary a care or judgement.  This is what life should be.  Because what a thirty something like me can tell ascertain about life is that it's short and you get more out of the experience so it's all up to you if you wanna  turn it around or throw it away ;`)