I had a friend ask to update my blog, so here it goes…..
Because I am lazy and haven’t read over my past few posts, I am not sure if I mentioned I went to see a psychologist. It actually was the best thing I could have done for myself. Originally, I went to talk about my sleep deprivation. I wasn’t sure why I was getting only 3-4 hours of sleep per night. One day, I started messing up at work and my awesome team mate asked me if I was ok – I guess the lack of sleep caught up and I really wasn’t ok. He had my back and took over my duties, which, to this day I will always remember that kind gesture. It really was a wake up call to get help.
I went to see the psychologist and he opened my eyes to the fact that I had gone through some major life changes ie/moving to a new city and going through a break up, so why would I be sleeping correctly? We talked about my situation, we talked about new adventures and set up some 6 month – 1 year goals. He opened my eyes to some new methods of thinking and gave me some of the best advice I had ever received. My immediate goals were to set up a network of friends and then start new hobbies. I have been socialising every week and I never knew how easy it was. I have met some great people through meetup.com and recommend it to everyone who wants to make new friends without any obligation.
I am really happy with where I am right now. Happiest I have ever been. The freedom to do what I want, when I want, is something I have never had the chance to experience, so to be given this opportunity is a gift in itself. I keep in contact with my old friends and embrace the new. The best thing about Melbourne is that you’ll never know who you are going to meet and just take in all that it has to offer. People seem to like me over here – I guess the freedom has opened me up and I have a likeable personality that intrigues people. I am in no way tooting my own horn but I am more myself and people get along with what they see. It’s all very positive.
People in Perth seem to be settling down. I think being 29, that time is coming but in Melbourne, I don’t have to worry about people getting married and having children as a constant reminder of things that I’ve lost. I am surrounded by a younger crowd and get to live in the moment and enjoy all the new influences around me.
I am stress free. I have no obligations. I am establishing myself. I love my life.
The title of this post is actually a quote from Eureka – the TV series. I had forgotten about it. I find this particularly funny as it’s a quote I usually live my life by.
I’m not sure why I had forgotten about it. It’s really just a motivator to keep telling myself that life isn’t so bad and like it says “everything will work out the way it’s supposed to”. The only reason why I remembered this quote, is because, I got annoyed with Facebook telling me to update me info so I gave in, updated my info and re-stumbled on it. Is re-stumbled even a word? I think not but I can’t be bothered checking.
For me right now, I feel I really need this. I have lost hope. I am losing hope and faith in humans. It took a friend telling me that she would have hope for me when I didn’t have it for myself. I really love her for it and I think it’s especially amazing to be blessed with people like that in my life. I actually have this hope for her as she is such a beautiful, loving person and I do hope that the most wonderful guy will one day see all these qualities she has. Funnily enough, upon saying that, she said that’s how she felt for me.
So although there can be real asshole type people in the world and I can be too trusting, nice and caring for people, I have been told to try and be selective to whom I am nice to. This is hard for me because I am nice to everyone until they prove that they are bad people. I guess I need to be more cautious – pretty sure that’s not the word I am looking for. Being burned is good because it sets me up to be stronger for next time. Or next time I won’t like the people who are obviously no good to begin with because I didn’t want to believe they would be that way.
I will sit here and ponder some more about how to be selective with my niceness….
Today as I left work, I told a friend that I wish I could be a cat as a job.
Let’s think about this…
I think I would very useful as a cat. If I got paid to be your companion, I would make the best god damn companion you will ever have! Demonstrated below are some valid points that will make you think about me as a lifetime pet:
I would play with you. I would cuddle you. I would lick your hand and you would enjoy it. I would scratch the frak out of people’s faces that you hate. I would be loveable. I would be your entertainment with a laser pointer. I would be totally cute. I would keep you warm. I would be a never ending meme. I would always let you stroke my fur. I would be your best friend. I would always have staring competitions with you. I would let you dress me up in lame costumes. I would pose in every photo for you. I would pee on your clothes.
Ok, just realized that I would probably do all these things by staying human – except the peeing on your clothes… maybe.
So who wants me as their friend / cat? Any takers? I can charge a cheap fee of $100,000 per year – I’d be happy with that.