onmymind

My husband and I just spent some time on the Riviera Maya in Mexico to celebrate our honeymoon. We had a wonderful time.

 Neither of us had been anywhere before. Infact, it was the first time I had ever travelled via aeroplane - which was an experience unto itself.

 Prior to our departure came warnings from friends and family members who had been to mexico before; “Carefull for the locals harassing you on the beach”, “Don’t drink the water or ice”, “It’s a nice dry heat”. After these warnings let’s just say my poor husband was not looking forward to the trip at all!

Of course we didn’t have any issues at all. We stayed at the Gran Bahia Principe (a very large all inclusive resort housing three individual hotel complexes, a golf course and condos). It was so well secured that we had no problems with the locals at all. Only staff were allowed on site, with the exception of a small flea market the resort had allowed the local merchants to set up - where tourists were required to go to them.

The water and ice was all purified bottle water products. Even during the excursions, we ate at restaurants that practiced the same courtesy.

As for the weather… as long as we were at the beach or in the shade of a jungle, the weather was comfortable, but by the pool… HOT! My hair hated me. And in return, I hated my friend who advised me to unpack all of my hair products in order to save space and weight in my luggage. I had packed mostly sexy clothes, but let me tell you, it’s pretty hard to be sexy when your head looks like you have been electricuted. I was the bride of frankenstein all week! No wait… I was Gene Wilder!!!

We ate soooo much!

On site of each hotel there is a gormet buffet that is open four times a day. Outside of our oceanview room was a 24 hour snack bar. And everytime we turned our head there were all inclusive bars - some were even partially self serve. Mmm Pina Coladas… oh how I miss you.

The entertainment was plentiful - with the exeption of the hours between 4pm and 6pm. Which is also the time that the buffets were closed, so we often wandered around commenting on our bordom at this point. I suppose I could have taken those two hours to try to do something with my hair for the evening, but it probably would have been a lost cause anyway.

All in all, we had a blast and plan to ’drag’ a bunch of friends with us next time. WAY TOO FUN!!! 

We all have them. The people in our lives (as dominantly, or as in the background as they are) that we wish we never met, or the ones that we wish would give us that last reason to boycott them from our lives for good.

Is the reason that this person remains so apparent in our lives, because they are ‘fake’ (a “perfect” poster child of jealousy’s expectations)… and so, as a result, we feel that we could be considered to be superficial to let them go. Or maybe, it’s because he or she is just an ass… at least, most of the time? Either way, this person (or these people) are in our lives through some means or another (for some reason or another) and we wish they weren’t.

This person(s) may occupy our personal space often (i.e. family) or they may be a ‘fly by night pal’ (i.e. that chick your friend married). No matter what the reason, he or she is there taking up space on our calendar (due to their next birthday celebration), or is on our invitee list to the next baby shower that we’re throwing, because of the ‘common friend’.

Why???? Why do we allow these people take up our emotional space? Why do we do this to ourselves?

Why do we feel obligated to extend an invitation to these people to become a member of our personal lives? Seriously!!! I’m asking? Why is it that we can’t just say things like… “I’m Sorry, I am pretty sure that we have nothing in common!”… or, “Sorry, I really don’t like you for one reason or another!” and, as a result, help ourselves get rid of that stress provoked ‘soon to be ulcer’ building up inside?

Could it be because… we have had that one conversation (REMEMBER…THAT ONE TIME?) that was decent and pleasant?

Could it be because… we are afraid that this person (THIS ONE PERSON WHO YOU SO EXTREMELY DISLIKE AT THE MOMENT) will be the one and only person who shows up to comfort you at your death bed?

Or, could it be it’s because… you’re not as much of a jerk that you sometimes wish you were?

Whatever the reason, these people our in our lives… whether we like it or not… and I hate that.

This is just a random thought, which could later influence or relate to other thoughts. Make sure you FAVOITE my page, and check back often.

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I decided today to avoid the outside world and take up an old hobby – painting. For the first time in a LONG time I actually felt Zen. I got caught up in my own positive imagination for once to ease my mind, rather than my usual drug of watching a mediocre sitcom or cheesy movie to escape life’s pressures.

I realize that Karl Marx never wrote anything about sitcoms or
Hollywood in his manifesto, and I realize that people like Lenin and Stalin gave communism a bad wrap in their own sadistic ways, but I can’t help but feel like my ‘democratic’ social obligations have made me a stranger of my own self.

Like I said, today, I found myself exercising my ability to create. What an amazing feeling! Creating used to be such a major part of who I was that I, at one time, even considered making my creative talents a major part of my future. However, I became the victim of social expectations, and I decided that it would be more productive to my future and my family’s future to contribute in a more reliable way – let’s say by producing goods and/or services (ex. working for somebody else)… hence my University years.

I went into my adult life knowing that the average person will change careers 3-5 times in their adult lifespan. This knowledge, at the time, was a comfort to me (in knowing that what I decided to do in my early years did not ACTUALLY matter). I had talked myself into believing that it was okay to be unhappy in a career – after all, talent is only a hobby. So I would take ‘that job’ and make ‘that money’ and watch ‘that show’ and laugh at that ‘syndicated joke’, all for the sake of my future.

However, after today, I can’t help but wonder “What kind of a world would force me (predominantly) into a left-brained standard of living?” After all, approximately half of the world’s population is dominantly right-brained. So, therefore, shouldn’t 50% of our career options cater towards those of us who cringe at the thought of databasing and structured thought processes?

Yes, we were brought into this world to be treated equal… but let’s face it, we are not CREATED equal! We are all individuals learning to survive together. Perhaps we should segregate, at least enough, so that we can all get as much out of this life as we deserve? If we really were Democrats, then let’s face it, we would have equal opportunities to achieve success and happiness. If we don’t give everyone an equal chance at life’s prosperous allowances; if we sit idly by while others (who at one time would have been considered to be the worlds’ greatest minds) end up failing miserably in the streets or in asylums because their money hording society has no immediate need for them, then wouldn’t that make us capitalists?

I will leave you to research the differences of meanings.

… To be continued.

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As I introduce myself to today.com, let me introduce myself to you. My name is Mandy. I am 27… oh no wait, I am 28. I live in a small town north of Lake Erie that has earned the nickname of ‘the armpit’ of the county. My living room is red (not all that relevant to who I am, but it’s something to know). I am a lover of all things creative, and being a Leo, I am also a lover of all things provocative (no not sexually, but that can be fun too). What I’m getting at is that I like to challenge the way that people think.

So if you haven’t guessed it yet, this is what my blogs are going to hopefully do… make you think – or in the very least, entertain you. Sometimes you will read simply about things like my issues with “Sunday Drivers”, other times I may get a little close to the line and talk about the more controversial subjects such as religion and politics – ooooooh! In either extreme I hope to spark something in you that will either make you stand up and cheer, or shake you fist. Either way I look forward to reading your comments.

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