Entering DA ZONE.
Side effect of life experience (when you learn from it, of course): you end up building a BULSHIT-FREE ZONE (like a non working wifi zone but applied to the shit of the bull, pardon my French) where none of the old fake pieces/people will ever fit again.
*Fake friends (people who act like they´re your friends while hating/envying you from their guts – usually other women who happen to hate themselves and throw it on you – or guys who call you “sister” while planning to jump into your pants);
*Fake ideas or illusions which don´t ring as true to your soul: YOU SHOULD BE AND DO THIS, THAT, WHATEVER THE MAJORITY IS DOING; YOU SHOULD LOOK LIKE…YOU SHOULD ACT LIKE…YOU SHOULD WANT, WISH, DREAM, FIGHT FOR…
Ah: should: could: have to: FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF…………………should/could/have to (pardon my French yet again: I´m enjoying a serious case of francophile attack) .
*Fake dreams: those wishes you never had for yourself but others try to convince you to pursue. You´re supposed to dream about having this house, that car, that relationship, the baby (or babies), the husband (or wife, lover, hubby, anything in between). Everybody seems to worry about the things they have decided YOU must dream about.
*Fake ideas about myself: who am I? Am I allowing others to define me? Am I allowing circumstances (of success or failure – notice both are temporary, therefore NOT a good, stable base to build your identity upon) to measure my worth as a human being?
Oh, man…don´t get me started. I guess I can blame it on the sky (sly) but I won´t. I gladly blame it on myself – happy to WAKE UP – more and more and more to the point of no return. Thank you very much.