Sammy's Musings and Insights

Dear Becky Bloomwood It is with deep regret that I must tell you that for all the years I have kept you on my shelf, it has been nothing but an extra weight to carry and move.  After six years, reading your novels, seeing your silly and stupid antics, going crazy at the stores, trying to save money and getting deeper and deeper in doo-doo, I have decided to take your adventures and sell them off, giving me the freedom to fill up the extra space with more worthwhile adventures.  Oh, Becky, I tried, really tried, to justify why I have kept you on my shelves all these years with your other friends, Lexi, Samantha, and Emma, but in truth, I am just lying to myself.  Sure, Mom loves your silly antics, and sure you have created the most popular chick lit for women to love.  But seriously, as much popularity as you have, I just can't share that love for you the same way.  I love shopping and fashion and accessories myself, but I have a fully stocked wardrobe of Ross an...

I have some things I need to say.  If I don't, and I let them eat me alive, I am doing myself no service.  For anonymity I will keep the names out.  Person One:  It's been a year.  Have I forgiven?  No, not at all.  I don't think a friendship with you will ever be possible again.  How can there be after what has happened?  At least you wised up and stop coming to my job.  I will warn you:  I almost took out a restraining order and filed a complaint against my employer for allowing you to come in.  I was almost about ready to call the police because nothing was being done.  I don't know where to go now because of what happened.  My world is not the same world as it was.  I can never have the dreams I was accomplishing for myself.  Because of you and your lies.  I pray you are never able to live with yourself for that.  One more thing person one:  nobody told me anything what you did, I guessed....

Today I found out why you were depressed.  I overheard you two talking while I was coming in.  I should have thought about it before making judgement.  Also, just after, you were more open and friendly like you used to be.  I am glad, because you are a very good person with a very good heart.  Keep that always, despite what others think you should or shouldn't be.

I know you have been down in the dumps lately.  I don't have to ask...I can sense it.  I hear it in your voice, see in your body language, see it from you face and eyes, feel it from the vibes in your aura, something is wrong.  I know you have been depressed all week, and I don't know what to do.  I want to reach out but I don't want to interfere with your personal life.  I want to give you a hug but I don't want to send the wrong message.  I wish I knew how to cheer you up, and bring back the old spark into your eyes.  Whatever is bothering you, I hope things look up for you.  Please feel free to reach out to me if you need to, I am always here.  :)

I know I should write on here more.  After all, I am an English major now, right?  And, to some of you, I am a very good writer.  I need to make myself a goal to write something of interest on here at least once a week.  Anything, everything, the sky's the limit.  Let me ask you:  give me a topic that you would like me to expand on, and let's hope I still have some creative juices.  Anybody even read this blog?  Yes, you.  Tell me, ask me, what would like me to write about for you?

I have been trying to find a way to let this go, but in truth I just can't.  I am hurt and angered right now, and I have every right to be.  I was just hurt again by a classmate turned coworker turned friend turned enemy.  For the purpose of confidentiality, I won't say who she is, but if those of you who know me well, you know who I am talking about. It's bad enough she doesn't see as someone with a little more authority than her and that she doesn't know good behavior from bad behavior but what is worse is the boundaries she has crossed and the ones she is still crossing. Here are the boundaries she's crossed: 1) Telling my supervisor I have harassed her when this is a lie, and there are about 10 people who can account for this. 2) Telling a mutual friend that we have problems and when the time comes, we will work it out later, instead chooses to bring it to work. 3) Lecturing me on conduct when she is just as guilty, maybe even more guilty, of showing inappro...

To the jerk that was rude to me this morning while I was on the phone with AAA, and asked you for the address of where I was, just two words: F*** you!!! If you had wanted to help me by changing the tire, then you should have said something before I asked you the question, not ask me ambiguously, "Do you have a spare?" when it was clear to you I was on the phone and had no idea where I was. You get huffy over your macho pride and think you are insulted, with your "Well, screw you, I was going to help change it but forget it," well what about me? I am lost, I don't know where I am, I got onlookers looking at the damaged tire, thinking, oh, how did that poor girl get a flat, I'd help but I don't know how or I am going somewhere and I can't be late,which wasn't helping the situation at all, while I got my mother outside joining them in this verbal powwow of what to do, what to do? How was I supposed to know you wanted to change the tire? Did you...