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Get those hems up girls and live forever!
This caught my eye during the week: A study overseas, reported in The Guardian, found that “Optimism may hold the secret to longer life”. This is no surprise to me at all and it is something we all need to take on board as a matter of urgency!
I have always been a crash-or-crash-through type of girl. The details and sub-plots of life have never interested me but, if I can allow myself a moment of self promotion, I am an excellent organiser of others who are much better at filling those details in than I ever will be. I always see the blue sky among the gloom and would much rather a laugh at my own expense than an introspective gaze at my own naval bemoaning how life has done me wrong.
To be completely honest, I can barely recall any regrets. Mistakes and false steps, which we all make, have been swiftly moved on from and consigned to the dark recesses of my memory. I cannot remember ever having a bad night out on the town, or a bad dinner date. I’ve had better nights out and better dinner dates but never bad ones. The friends I’ve made along the way have all enriched my life, not detracted from it, and in fact I’ve made three really strong friendships just in the past year with The Magic Circle Club with girls who are so impressive with their intelligence, commitment, good graces, and general bon homme that I would do anything for them and I think they for me. Pretty lucky….or is it?
I’m not sure if it’s an age thing or what it is but I have found myself increasingly frustrated by people I talk to who bemoan everything about everything. In their minds they are too tall/too big/too old/too set in their ways/too scared/too isolated/too poor/too married/too everything that stops them enjoying their lives. These people can easily come up with 100 reasons not to do something and not a single reason to do it. Yet they complain….constantly. Facebook, which I admit I’m addicted to, is a great platform for the pessimist. Ranting about things that you can actually do something about whilst phishing for sympathy is a pointless exercise in the extreme and just feeds that self centered behaviour. The Facebook feature I most use these days is the “Snooze Myrtle-or-whomever for 30 Days” button. If, after the 30 days, Myrtle pops up on my News Feed moaning again then I use the “Unfollow” button. “A problem shared is a problem two people have” was a favourite saying of my dear old Dad and some people are beyond salvation I have decided. If someone I know who is not tarred with the bleating brush is in trouble I will quite happily let them vent to their heart’s content with me and I will offer whatever wisdom I have to help them out but I won’t do that to the serial complainer any more…you know it will make no difference whatsoever and they just suck the life out of you. The single line Facebook post along the lines of “My life is over I am better of not being here” is just classic bullshit.
Amazingly I’m aware that I am, in reality, a 50-cough-something year old male who wears women’s clothing. I love it and love being my own version of feminine at every possible opportunity. I am crap at makeup but I don’t do much about changing that as it really doesn’t bother me enough clearly. I know though that I have great legs so I love showing them off as much as I can – to me there is no such thing as a skirt or dress that is too short. I know I am loud and brassy and that people are attracted to that and that my “right girls we’re going this way!” carrying on drags others with me. When I’m hosting Quiz Nights (which I do regularly) I get immense personal joy from men and women eyeing me up and down and flirting with me. It is unlikely any of these people would join me on a shopping trip to Ikea but that’s not where my joy extends to – it is the mere fact of making them laugh for a night, allowing them little alcohol infused fantasies, and bringing a bit of sunshine in to their, and my, lives. Everyone gets something out of it.
Life is for living ladies. You are not too tall/too big/too old/too set in your ways/too scared/too isolated/too poor/too married/too everything. If you’re not going to take some chances regarding yourself then what is the point? I have worked out that life is all about love though and loving yourself first is very important because if you can’t love yourself then it is difficult for others to love you. Do that and then everything will fall in place and you can replace dreary pessimism with wonderful optimism and feel the sun on your face all the time – and you never know you might just live forever as I intend to.
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Well said Aunty Emma.
Through our association as part of the Magic Circle Club we have forged a great friendship and I have really enjoyed our Dorothy Dix talks about my love life on our club chat line. Thank you for your support.
Can’t wait to have some fun times at TransActShon in October, The Friday night is going to be a real hoot with the Mel and Emma show. I’m sure Saturday night will move along pretty well also.
You are a vivacious effervescent person with a big heart with a bubbly (no you can’t drink it) personality.
I agree with you re the “too” people, they are also the “but” people. I’d do this but, I want to but, if only I could but.
Look at how far Fay has come in the last 2 years. I got off my “butt” and did it!
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Dear Fay, getting to know you with The Magic Circle Club has been an absolute joy and a privilege – you are certainly not in the “too” or “but” category……and it looks like you will be stuck with by devoted friendship forever now honey.
I can’t wait to share a bubbly or 100 at TransActShon in October with you!
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That’s all very well Emma but I think it is so unfair that I have nothing to complain about! How come I get the life that is so perfect I don’t get to do a single Facebook rant! I’ll just have to try to make the best of the situation I suppose. :angry:
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Darling Lucy you are a gorgeous girl…perhaps you could complain about that? Ha ha don’t change a thing honey you are doing just fine xxx
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I certainly agree with all you say Emma. I find the ain’t-it-awful mob take all the energy out of the room with their pithering and mithering while generally blaming everyone except themselves for their woes. My message to them is “get over it and get on with life!” There is too much to do to sit around worrying about what is going to happen next; far better to get out there and make it happen.
It is a statistical fact that happy optimistic people live longer. Unfortunately, we live in a world where there are negative people and positive people; I count myself among the latter and avoid the former .It is often quoted that the only people who make money on the stock market are optimists.
I am so ancient, I actually remember a story published in a magazine or newspaper years ago claiming that, when times are good, hemlines go up and when they are bad, hemlines go down. The reason given was that in good times women feel more confident about showing their legs and flaunting themselves a bit. Perhaps there is some truth in that. But I don’t care what the times are doing, I thoroughly enjoy the shorter lengths and as far as I am concerned times are always good!
The only difference I see between you and me is that you are an extreme extrovert but I am definitely close to being an extreme introvert, albeit that wearing a short skirt aided by a couple of glasses of wine can bring out the extrovert in me! -
Dear Martina I have seen the extrovert sneak out of you! You are hardly a wallflower darling
I remember something about that article you refer too so I must be ancient too!
Keep those hemlines up honey xxxx
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Dear Emma, you have not met my boy version who avoids people and wants to crawl into the cracks in the walls when they are around and try and get him to venture onto a dance floor and he runs a mile! Martina, on the other hand, is a different person and loves to be the centre of attention and dance the night away. Funny girl! xx
