What a day. NYE was spent at HHRay’s friend’s party. He convinced me to go to that one vs the other places I could have gone and for quite some time I regretted it. It was slow to pick up and there weren’t enough people. Then more people started showing up, HHRay and Diabetes Man got drunk, and I got pretty darn tipsy myself.

It’s strange how different a person can be when they’ve had a few drinks. Even someone you thought were really nice and a really great person can become a complete jerk. (And no, I’m not talking about HHRay).

After the party HHRay spent the night at my house. Poor guy has been feeling sick :(. I’ve been doing my best to take care of him and I had a bit of a hangover this morning as well, but nothing nearly as bad because I didn’t have that much to drink.

So I’m on the train home and I see this middle aged man sitting across from me – he is dark, maybe of Indian descent, has long black hair tied back into a ponytail, thick eyebrows, and he is large – not fat and not buff, just…large. He is wearing a pristine expensive-looking suit and perfectly black, shiny shoes. He has a long black umbrella and a black paper bag that looks like the type of shopping bag you get from a fancy shop – where they give you a big bag even if you buy something as little as a watch – possibly a Rolex.

If one looked at this man, they would get an image of him sitting in a big armchair in a massive old-fashioned mansion, drinking wine and listening to classical music or playing the piano. You could just see him going up to you and saying: “If you come with me, you will not have to work a single day in your life.”

The image of the middle aged man in a big fancy mansion was ruined when we stepped off of the train at the same station. I was heading toward the stairs to go up to the bus stops and saw him meet someone he apparently knew.

“Hey, man, what’s been happenin’?” He laughed at the friend in a high pitched voice. His speech was so…regular and average that one just couldn’t imagine him in the same situation as before.

It’s amazing how perceptions of people can be shattered as soon as they open their mouth.

I haven’t taken an online quiz in absolute ages, but they are always so much fun! After hearing Tish over at The Kat House mention this “What tarot card are you?” quiz, I couldn’t help but take it. Here is my result:

You are The Empress

Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.

The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents,
beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You may be good at home
decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.

The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

You’d be amazed what kinds of things you can find on ad sites – Gumtree.com.au specifically. Here are some ads from Perth:

im bored tonite and looking 4 good fuk

“Hello im from Tuart Hill and looking for some female funn ladies from 18 to 40 if is any there lets hook up and fuk”

Such a hottie, isn’t he? If you’re looking ‘4 good fuk’, too, come see him here

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frozen barbie looking for ken

“Dear Ken,

I’m in pieces. Why the cold shoulder?

Love,
Barbie”

If you’re out there, Ken, Barbie is looking for you.

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WHERE ARE YOU ? DOE

“I AM MISSING YOU A LOT. PLEASE DROP ME A LINE TO TELL ME THAT YOU ARE OK. I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU. POLI”

This one is so sweet :(

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Swanbourne Nudists

“Hi to the couple getting it on Monday arvo her large breasts black knickers, him good erection. I should have introduced myself so drop me a line.”

LOL

In the book I was recently reading, a man was forced to choose between the life of his daughter and that of his wife. It made me think – if, by some horrible horrible circumstance, I was forced to choose between the life of my (future) husband and my (future) child and I had less than one minute to do it, which would I pick?

I guess I can’t really speak with complete certainty as I do not have a husband, nor a child. In fact, I don’t even particularly want a child unless it involves adoption. So this is how I feel I would respond at this time. If (Life forbid) this actually happened, I’m not making any guarantees!

Right now, I definitely say I would choose the life of my husband. I mean – this is a life partner we’re talking about here. How would I possibly be able to choose the life of my child over that of my partner? I don’t think I could ever be as connected to a child as I would be to the man I chose to spend my life with.

I’m watching Oprah right now and the show is about A New Earth by Eckhart Tolle. This show is so exciting, I now want to read the book as soon as possible. It’s all about living in the present, in the moment, and not allowing the need to be best or better than others or need to win to dominate our lives. I definitely want to pick this book up when I get paid this week.

I was walking through the Perth train station on my way to TAFE a few days ago and saw this big, tall aboriginal walking in the opposite direction. I looked up at him and smiled as we were passing each other. This strong tall man looked so taken aback and shocked that he paused in his tracks for a second, then smiled shyly back at me, as if he wasn’t supposed to. This reminded me of how a lot of people in Australia treat aboriginals. It’s shocking – all the jokes, ridicule, fear, and disrespect that is associated with one race. There are bad people of all races and good people of all races. We should learn how to recognize the good rather than clump everyone of a certain race with the bad.

The friend zone is such a self-inhibiting belief. rAFCs and PUAs constantly talk of being in the ‘friend zone’, of breaking out of the friend zone, of being careful not to go into the friend zone. There’s no such thing as the friend zone. There is only attraction and the lackthereof.

A girl doesn’t say ‘let’s just be friends’ because she’s too ‘used’ to you as a friend and can’t see you as anything more. She says it because friendship is a good excuse to give someone to whom you’re not attracted to. It’s easy because, in her mind, she’s not blatantly turning you down, but saying that she wants to keep some kind of relations going with you – just not the kind you want.

I’ve read an unbelievable amount of FRs where the guy talks about how he escalated with a good female friend, everything was going great, and at the perfect time…he didn’t pull the trigger because, as he described it, being in the friend zone caused him to hesitate (this isn’t about any particular FR, but about ALL of them).

If this same woman was someone that he just met that night, do you think he’d worry so much? No. Do you think he’d go for it? Of course. The situation would be the same, it’s the guy’s mindset that would be different. And do you think she’d go along? Yes, if he built attraction as he said he did! Nothing changes if this is someone who’s your friend. You build attraction – you escalate. You don’t build attraction – you don’t escalate (successfully, anyway). Whether you’ve known her for a year or a minute doesn’t matter. Just build attraction the same way you’d build attraction if it were anyone else. In fact, being her friend often gives you advantages as depending on the level of friendship, you have more of her trust than a random stranger. I wish men would stop putting up barriers for themselves.

Let’s talk about conditioning. Everyone can be conditioned to behave in a certain way, and we are being conditioned all the time. For example, if an acquaintance you like gets annoyed and uncomfortable when you mention his dead father, one would usually think twice before mentioning the father again. The acquaintance may not be consciously reacing in this way to make you behave in a certain way and you may not be consciously thinking ‘now I’m conditioned to not mention it again’, but your behavior now changes to suit the acquaintance’s reaction.

I have only consciously tried this once. When I met HHRay he’d constantly try to pressure me into sex. I was at the end of my rope and ready to call it quits, we constantly got into fights and arguments about it. Then I decided that if the whole thing was going down the drain anyway, I may as well give it one last desperate try. I decided to give him less every time he pushed for more and give him more every time he backed off. If he started trying to rip off my bra despite my negative responses, I’d push him off and put my shirt back on (attempting not to sound extremely annoyed in the process >.<, which I was), and when we laid in bed and he wasn’t pushing for sex the whole time, I’d take off my top and be the one to initiate a bit of fooling around.

It was a frustrating process, but (miraculously) it seemed to be working. The best thing is, it seemed to be fine with HHRay as well, judging by a conversation we had later. I had more breathing room once he realized that the less he pressures me the more he gets and he later told me that he felt as if he was the one running the show, he said he had simply changed his strategy to get what he wants. Strategy or no strategy, the end result was fine by me – I didn’t feel as if I was around a horny arangutang 24/7.

 Both genders can be consciously conditioned to behave in certain ways, which is why it is key to recognize the time when we are being ‘trained’ to do so, even unconsciously, by those we know. If we realize what’s going on, we can then choose to accept it or to decline the behavior that is being pushed upon us.