Stop Being  A Pu$$Y! : Rather the Devil you Know, then

 the Devil you don’t?! -B.S

“Going into the unknown is how you expand what is known”

I once made the wrong decisions, in one of the chapters of my life novel, because I read the following line in a book “its unbearable to stay, but impossible to leave” and this line soon became a belief that fed my many many fears ,

 I was scared I wouldn’t love again so... I stayed, survive without a number of people so.. I compromised, get another awesome job so ....I sold  my soul , make new  friends… so I swallowed the old ones treatment or lack there off,... but oddly enough here I am thriving, dancing, working and loving.

However , The point of my post is that, my beliefs were keeping me firmly planted in the bosom of the devils that I knew,  the ones that “ metaphorically, were keeping me bathed, fed and  safe aka“ happy”.

The only problem however was that  I  was living in a vicious cycle of fear, panic attacks, darkness, crying fits and  a general feeling dread and feeling “stuck” ... my beliefs were killing me softly,  i was stuck

Stuck in a world that I had  CREATED MYSELF AND HAD MANAGED TO convinced myself was  “in the “ ABSOLUTE PURSUE OF HAPPIINES”....authentic

EVEN, THOUGH IT FELT. “Unbearable to stay,  AND impossible to leave. OR scary to change and crippling to try”

 I then stumbled onto a book called the: gift of fear and soon realized,

 I was being a Pu$$y..full stop.

It enlightened me to the lesson of fear, that fears are emotional reactions, perceived as threats, emotional reactions that stem from beliefs that you make up, and deem to be TRUE.

After reading what fear is, and what causes these intense crippling emotions, the book broke it down to me with a " swirft realness" about what fear REALLY is. What its actual role is and what it really stands for :

 F. E .A.R –  turns out to be -,False Evidence Appearing Real,

 did it hit like a brick?  Yes. did it make sense?  - Yes. did it confirm that i was being a wuss? - hells Yes

 It then went off to say that if your fearing it, it’s not  really happening,so calm the f down, cause if it was happening, you would be too busy DEALING with it , then fretting about it. ( read that again) ( again) and one more time).

So ..Here is the ugly, moral of my story

 Change your beliefs,  change your life,  NOW - Right now! It’s time you stopped being a f#cking pussy.

·         not everything you belief is true,

·         Not challenging your beliefs will without a doubt make your fears a reality .

·         If you think you are trying BULL, trying is not  doing,  trying is not change. and if you aren’t  changing them, your lying to yourself.

So just stop, Dare the devil you don’t know – challenge the beliefs that are holding you back! i.e.:

·         I won’t get a better job.

·         It’s too hard to leave.

·         No one will ever truly love me.

·         I am a product of my past

·         Bad things always happen to me.

·         If I don’t do this, my friends won’t like me.

·          To keep his love, I must give up this and or that.

·         I cant love , cause I am from an abusive home

·         I cant trust , cause I always get screwed over

·         Men are all the same

·         Blah blah blah

Instead

·         Scare yourself a little bit every day

·         Change your outlook and beliefs – change  your life- re- write your script

·         Take a leap of faith on yourself.

·         Focus on what is actually happening and not what your delusional brain is feeding you, especially if you find yourself staying, and still completely suffering.

Cause the devil you do know, also knows you toooo well, and will continue to cripple you.

 

Seriously though, is there really anything to be afraid off?

Your thoughts

Stilettorambler

 

 

  Disclaimer- the use of Pussy in the statement, is used purely cause it gets my point across, I disagree with the saying , because  of its“ gender connotation.”

The Dark Lady..

"

Pretty women.... wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
but when I start to tell them, they think I'm telling lies.

I say, It’s in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips"

I walk into a room ,Just as cool as you please, and to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me, a hive of honey bees

Men themselves have wondered, what they see in me.They try so much but they can't touch
my inner mystery." Maya Angelou

"Your dispossaable cause the last time you came close to mystery and or intruige it was in the 50 shades books, instead of the scent you were suppose to be wearing.-stiletto rambler"

 

In my opinion, there is nothing more irresistible to a man, than the mystery of a women, her intruige is by far, her biggest weapon in the game that is love and war, yet as i have come to realize its the weapon that is used the least.

Ladies, Laaadies Ladies! "(SMH)

Nothing peeves me off more, than having to overhear or be part of a conversation with a bunch of men, and hear them talk about "how quickly the fling, they had with you ended.. Due to you being a 5 page long open book.

How like a short story you have now been "shelved in his library", acquired, paged through, read. UNDERSTOOD, MANIPULATED and that all you are now is a lost puppy that follows him around town..

Have we now become pamphlets?.. Are we now short stories for men to scan over?

Stories. Quickly...summarize and digested, or is it that we feel it our plight plight to "clue" them up on" US".... do the work of knowing.. us for them..

Have we lost so much touch with our feminity, with the concept of being courted, that we now in a matter of months spill all our beans,as if we just met them at a speed dating function?

When will it hit home , that no matter what your age , you are a well written novel with chapters, YES CHAPTERS! WITH MANY PAGES, a faint lingering scent, accompanied by delicate pages that need to be caressed and handled with care..... When will you realize that your vajajay is golden. and like a well written novel, as opposed to a pamphlet, or twitter page summary, you are complex. You carry surprising twists, are filled with mysteries on hidden pages and deserve to be read slooooooowly...

I for one am obssesed with my mystery, with my inturige, they are my two best friends

I love my mystery, i call her my dark lady, i love spending time with her, staying tuned in to her, she is the curl of my lips, and the stride of my hips, ..That makes him linger..

She is the swing in my waist, and the arch in my back,

She is the stare in my eye that makes him realize, that i am a puzzle that will take some time,

She is in my stride, and why in a crowd i need only whisper.

She is my dark passenger,

The one that for months will give you nothing but crumbs,

My point is really

Your intiruige,

Your mystery...

" Your Dark Lady"-

Find her,

and never leave home

without her...

Stilettorambler