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Joker and Harley Quinn Mentors

I had a friend tell me the other day his main goal or mentor in life that he wants to continue to be like is none other the Joker in the ever so popular comic book/movies Batman. He is on a desperate mission to find his Harley Quinn even if she is currently dating a mother man, dying her hair purple, and then professing opportunity through flirting with other men. I picked on him and then realized how many times I journaled about this turn of the times when Suicide Squad came out.

At the time suicide squad came out I was heavy into my breakup and naturally a rebound relationship has blossomed that I didn’t mean to jump into in my sane mind but boy ohhhh boyyyy did that roller coaster feel nice in the midst of loneliness and regret. One of his main references when we would get in these nasty arguments was none other than the joker. Which came as far as me changing his contact picture to exactly the picture he would send me when he was “done.”


Now props to that fling I had because he actually was a young student of D.C. Comic theories and not just a mindless movie watcher. 😜

Is emotion that awful in our society that our number one mentor has become a sociopathic, emotionless, feelingless, poser kind of being? The joker has no emotion he is just operating off of a game of chess with Batman just because he can. My darlings Joker is no leader he is only a little boy with daddy issues poking at the justice leader of the town because well he can. He isn’t leasing crusade when his time is occupied following Batman everymove to prevent getting caught in his newest creations. He is a blown up version of pinky and the brain. He’s “brain” surrounded by a whole bunch of pinky(s) that can’t grasp the bigger picture for fear of losing their high in the moment. Do we really want to be emotionless? Some of the most beautiful creations come out of extremely dark circumstance. Harley Quinn settled for his high because she is yearning for depth with a man that has no true care or emotion for her. The newest movie paints a beautiful picture of these two but we have to lose sight of the adrenaline rush and focus on the scene where he was giving his girl to another man. Let’s focus on all the exerts in the comic books that paints her to be an emotional clinger to the Joker that just annoys him. 

You could also look for similar mentors in Hitler, Napoleon, or any from the individuals in this link below:

https://www.quora.com/What-are-the-10-most-evil-people-on-earth-in-history

My favorite is Elizabeth Bathory who drank the blood of the woman she slaughtered…now that’s a Harley Quinn Mr Jokers looking for such a lady. 

I believe we’ve lost sight as a society what true cruelty is and what rare yet most powerful fear these individuals pass out. With all these loose terminologies that paint anxiety to be bad or a permanent chemical imbalance. Check out the facts that no pill is proven…but one thing that can’t be argued is choice and there are many things we can choose to do when down in the dumps. Cutting people’s heads off…not a good idea!   


Ladies that admire Harley Quinn as a mentor….Men that have no empathy are cowards darlings and if you want that in your life than your fears are also outweighing your focus and purpose. Gentlemen gentlemen gentlemen….step up and move on from the concept you can’t hide from emotions for fear of stupid tagline “acting like a girl.” 

Earn your living build your wealth…protect your family at all costs…that starts with exploring emotions, respect, knowledge, and choices! 

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Anxiety · closure · Love · Positivity · power · Strength · Uncategorized

Be The Change; Be The Love

What can life’s let downs teach us? What is the major lesson they hold so tightly within themselves? Let downs can break your heart. Betrayal can tear your belief system apart. The ripple effect is usually hope broken, faith trampled on, any commitment is now feared. We grow more comforted by lack of empathy than actually absorbing the anxiety that is at hand. The empty dark emotional part of our soul that is just begging for attention. When ignored our mind translates our actions into a lonliness angst that haunts our every move. It is almost like a rain cloud that continues to pour the rain of tears that we fear the most. Snap out of it darling…here is the tough love at hand. It was also your fault. It is your fault that you faced something. You committed to something and it was a bad investment. Now it is your responsibility to face the fear of the next commitment and realize the anxiety you feel is so beautiful. The most amazing creations come out of darkness. Identify the depth and the unknown. Use your purpose. Use your story to pull you up. The next time you are let down it will not be unfamiliar. It will not be unknown. It will be more growth that you will embrace and use all the more. We are not rare breeds. Our stories are not made of rare principles. We have basic needs and when they are unmet you have two choices. You can be the change you want to see in your situation or you can live to pay the same letdown forward and bring someone else to your level of hurt because your misery needs company. The greatest advice that is lived is being the change. It is holding on to the hope you originally had and never giving up on it even when you have to love in silence. If you truly loved unconditionally you love even when you feel disapproval. You love through others naysayers and hatred. Fear and hope are equally powerful emotions that derive from your decisions. Choose wisely and ride the waves of time.

 

closure · fearless · power · silence · truth

Those that Talk….Those That Listen….

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I use to fear others opinions. I use to coward at decisions. I feared losing my happily ever after. Now only 28 years old  I have lost fear for losing anyone that gets in my way. My family. My priorities. Your loss. Lack of reality is always comforting to young babes. 💪🏽 You should of taken me seriously when you filled my head with bullshit….brah! 😂 I have learned to listen better. I am the only person that got in my way. It was no one else. I didn’t listen well enough to learn about the situation at hand. It might be the millennial in me that is always jib jabbing about my newest finds with no regards to hiding my life for some sense of endearment or privacy. The beauty of technology is we don’t have to hide in the dark when its so easy to share secrets of life in the light. After all we don’t get out of this short life alive….so dammit live a little you oldie! 😉 RIP Chris Cornell! 😦 I have enjoyed your talents for many many years and you touched my heart with your lyrics during keys moments of struggle and growth!

The Truths at Hand:
Think a minute of those you count to be the most powerful influences in your life. Who do you pay the closest attention to? We don’t melt for those that talk…we melt for those that embrace the power of silence. We are as attracted to them as a gnat  entranced by the blue light. I am gaining less fear of silence. Each chapter in my life I have embraced a new found growth that is now a habit. I must continue to embrace, dig in and grow more roots. It isn’t the branches that give others shade. It is the roots that sprout and become one with the wind to provide relaxation for the most tired of souls.
Silence is raw and you grasp so much approval when you speak less that is if you want just anyone’s approval. It can be used as shelter for those in need or for those devious ways. No matter the purpose whomever listens the most is ultimately the one in control. There isn’t always justice in listening or growth but it is an absolute face proven in many written history books.

Look in the mirror and remind yourself RIGHT NOW:
“I’m basking in my losses even when the scabs reopen to begin the healing again….it consistently drives me to more depth in my lessons at hand. I break my cycles with the drive I was born with. I pick up the responsibility where everyone else lacks. My cold heart with callused spirit will find its way again to sprout past my roots and give life to others again.”
Now continue on your way while getting out of your own way. Sush your mouth when talking to others so you can learn how to grow again and provide unconditional shelter by just being. 😉

Song upon the repeat for your journey:

 

Love · Men · Strength · truth

Whoa Out Of Man Card…

Ready for another man bashing rant about how I can’t find a good man because they all are lying sack of DBags…. you found the wrong blog for that my darling.
I just want to know what happen to the man card and no that beard you grow and oil daily does NOT make you a man…attractive some of you but proof that you are a man I doubt it more than most of the time.
I couldnt even begin to bore you with the whole copy and paste of the urban dictionary definition of MAN CARDDDDD…. so here is the link for all you geeks like me that are curious to read or learn all the rules…

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Man%20Card

it was kind of a fun bucket list to forward to all of our men in this world que to the fact of the matter with dirty little secrets of the female world…we don’t want to enjoy cheesy love stories with you unless we get to hear you fuss and whine about it…well most of us at least.

We need a man with a man card. We need a man that will take charge and protect the family. We need a man so comfortable in his skin that he doesn’t bat an eye when challenged but laughs in the eye of danger. He respects those that get his attention because with his laser like focus on the success he is bestowing. We want a man that knows what he wants and doesn’t flex his endowment for just anyone or every girl that is subdued to this rarity of power expressed. He gets the right woman and stops at nothing to make sure she understands the team she is playing on to make sure she is up for the count. If she has the same focus and loyalty he has then he will protect her and be devoted to her no matter how reckless the waves are.  They take what they want and they don’t hold back for any fear that tries to get in their way. You either keep up or get out of the way it is as simple as that even though it hurts their feelings for a second it will never keep them back. These men have heard the haters and laugh. These men giggle under their breath when men waste their time worrying about others. They are not mindless. They are a man of their word. They do not lead others on. They admit when they are at fault. Again they get whatever they want…based on whatever THEY want. They invest into those around them and they build them up to grow and prosper.

Man. Card. Stop trying to prove you have one…and get one!

Women…stop “playing” hard to get and BE HARD TO GET!

Believe me boys there is also a woman card…that’s next blog 😉

 

 

fearless · Justice · parenting · truth

Dear Attorneys for the Father of my child,

Dear Attorneys and other guiding opinions from his fan club,

Al Pacino, Keanu Reeves, and Charlize Theron have nothing on the reality you gave me today and this past year. Thank you for being another person in this world to help my ex paint some picture of entrapment and crazy person that wants to steal all his money. $200 per month was exactly my goal when my child’s food, daycare, healthcare, needed home room and let’s not forget those diapers without considering the future school expenses are nearing $1000. Good thing I have no personal life so I’ll be able to save money at least one way. Thank you for exploiting one bad decision out of heartbreak that you consider resolution when it was actually only a bad decision after all the other naive decisions before giving your client the most unconditional gift a woman can give a man. Thank you for assisting the father of my child and all his poor inadequacies. He sure is a man that lacks many virtues but is such an exceptional student of your guidance. You gave him great advice that many others can also use to avoid duty, justice, and responsibility. I am well aware that all of us women that are crazy enough to make a child have it out for him. It’s amusing as a woman that incubated a child for 41 weeks, 24 hours of labor, now 1 year and a half of single motherhood from homeless to back on her feet is this crafty in her ways. Doesn’t every single mother sign up for ridicule, heartbreak, and betrayal from your clients. Aren’t they all just nasty woman in society? What a gift everyone in society gives to mothers….What a joy it is to have your guilt of picking such a delinquent father rubbed in your face with seeds of doubt he successfully planted in your reasoning. It’s ironic though how it takes two to make this beautiful child and still so easy for so many to believe I was just some young whore stealing money from a man who when we made our little blessing he was midbankruptcy and penny less and jobless yet it was entrapment deciding to make our child. I am a smart little girl aren’t I. I should probably stop posting things like I’m the millennial I am since that isn’t logical or saving face too right? What face do I have left to save with the poor mans life I destroyed by giving him a son? On the ending note your putting notion in for truly thank you from the bottom of my heart sincerely thank you for ignoring your logic and getting paid good money to defend your client in his ways. It’s cute how not one woman but now the second has always gotten away with such candid work. I’ll give my respect that is due after all lawyers are the men with the gold and the man with the gold always makes the rules. I’ll make sure I go after a lawyer next time with my entrapment skills. Cheers to all of the lawyers and my child’s fathers fan club. Keep to ignoring your logic it is much more friendly and better for your outlook on humanity.

Sincerely,

Single Mom along with the other 80% of single moms that shares a child with someone who will never be there and will always leave their children to starve if they can because otherwise that would just be entrapment

closure · Love · truth

Dear Mr. False Soul Mate,

You reeled me in as you were on bended knee. You reeled me in with everything you claimed to feel.
The first eye contact, the first touch, the first hand held, the first kiss….So many moments so many butterflies and I remember them all as if they are still here in the room with me.
My life life turned upside down with the strike of the lightning you offered. You were my soul mate the man I should of waited to find. Any boyfriend before was just settlement until you came along and swept me off my feet.
I thought I was alone in the world until you introduced me the taste of true companionship.
You were my ying to my yang and the only song my heart sang.
Every move I made in my career had you in mind. Every boy that looked my way knew it was not them I seen.
Then you disappeared…the glimpse into my soul left me paralyzed with addiction to the high.
I thought maybe it was just the rush when two souls touch at the wrong time in life.
You were in a mess. I was in a mess.
After we got done digging our way out we would find each other in the end like that worn out Garth Brooks Trisha Yearwood montage…everything else disappeared when I seen me in your eyes.
Then you disappeared again. By this time I had dug myself out….where could you of gone?
I kept my promise….I left a man that never did anything wrong to me. Nothing wrong except lacked the ability to live up to the expectations you, my soul mate had set for him.
I was free and on my own waiting for you to dig your way out.
Push Pull Push Pull….I waited….I lived it up in the best way I knew how while I was drowning in anticipation for the love you always gave me.  I helped you with anything I could…I enjoyed you more broke without a job because we drove each other with motivation and rebuilding as a family. We mended each other’s frustration.
A roller coaster ride up and down round and round. This kind of soul mate roller coaster is a very old wooden coaster that everyone fears to ride… after all it is so fast and falling apart with every “Clear!”
You were my soulmate we could make any repairs together.
We were a power couple that is why everything was so strong and fast.
I began to question the words… that foundation yet you still got my seat belt to work again.
No one else could interfere with the hold you had.
One more ride and I will know…One more ride and I would find that there was never actually any hope.
I was just a passenger….and you were just a false soul mate.
Words out of this world…a back story that will always go unheard.

Love · parenting · Positivity · Strength

Step-Dad is a title of a True Man…No It’s a title of a Champion!

A stepfather can come in many different shapes and sizes. This man has to not only walk the path of fatherhood for a child that is not his own but watch the woman he endears to bear the guilt of choosing a male figure that has no heart to be true to his word and commitment. A stepfather will hear many times through the toughest parenting moments that they aren’t the father. They will be reminded of it many more times than that. This man will have to hold his tongue when the child’s actual father swoops in and poses that he is a man worthy of the cause. This man will be called by the child’s last name instead of his own by teachers, coaches, and friends. Mr. that father is not present because he is no man. I believe we should call this man Mr. Champion. That is what we should call these men that fill the shoes of a delinquent father that simply changed his mind and turned his back on his creation. These men should not be called stepfathers…they should be called champion fathers. They pick up the pieces when the mother no longer can. They appease her guilt by giving her child a strong male role. They take the child that they had no involvement in creating. They love that child as if he or she is there own and leave no question to his love by showing compassion, truth, and justice for the family. He prevails over all accusations and conspiracy theories thrown his way. He fights for what is right and even when knocked down he gets back up to fight again. This is a true warrior that holds to his commitment. This man is a champion.

Thank you to my darling, my champion. He holds my broken heart and warms every piece of it. I am a very blessed woman to have found my champion at the most fragile time in my life. :*