I dare you – smile at others and you’ll see the difference!

This morning as I was on my way to meet a friend for a coffee I got that look. The look of absolute disdain. It was as though that person was going to try and make me feel awful for the choices (in how I was dressed??)  that I have made by looking at me with a grimace and disapproving eyes. In return I gave it back and turned the attitude up to show her I did not appreciate it.

Now I know that some people may believe that, that was an immature thing to do and just as rude which it quite possibly was, but in that moment it felt right… Plus I knew that the likely-hood of me seeing her again is pretty slim… lets hope??

Now I’m not saying that I cared what she thought of me but I do care that I got treated in such a rude way.

Why do people do these things? It just seems crazy to me.

We don’t know the other people we see on the streets. We have no idea what their lives have entailed, what they have gone through and who they truly are. So how does that justify other people to judge simply by what they see. Is it just human nature?

I don’t understand. As clear and simple as that, I just don’t “get” it.

One of my favourite quotes is “Be kind for everyone is fighting a hard battle” – which is just so true.
I believe so much more in smiling at people, helping people or even (and this one might just be silly) leaving lose change on the ground for someone else to find. Now it’s not to say that I always do these things because to be honest I’m not always in the mood… but seriously is that hard to be kind?

How many people do you know who have gone through crap and even a crap thing after a crap thing but can still maintain being pleasant to others?

Now I do find my mood of the day can affect how I am with people and I totally understand that but even so I do try my best just to be kind.

Are we all stuck in bad moods? Maybe we are and we just don’t know it. But seriously even if you have gone through stuff – is your life really that bad. There must be a smile deep down inside you waiting to come up and brighten the day of someone else. A small smile can have a huge impact – I know this because of how I have felt when receiving one from other people. I feel as though I have been lifted from my thoughts and generally just feel that much better than I had before.

I dare you – smile and you’ll see the difference!!

Signing off as I’m thinking… I really hope that post wasn’t too corny 😛

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Sweetie, Ma’am or the Lady

“Here Sweetie, this is a pamphlet explaining the works on St Kilda Road”

“How can I help you Ma’am?”

“Let the lady walk past, *insert name of child here.*”

Back in the day I was always called the little girl, even when I was 12 going on 13, 13 going 14, etc. I think though by the time I reached 16 this had stopped…

But over the last couple of years I’ve been getting used to people calling me Ma’am, I honestly didn’t think that, that would happen in my 20s especially considering I’ve always been told that I have a baby face… let’s just have a look at some  photos to see if getting older has changed my face or if it’s the hair or both?:

2007 –   2008 –   2009 –

2010 –  2011 – Before World’s Greatest Shave

2011 – After Hair was Shaved        2011- Hair grown a bit –

2012 – ………………………………. But maybe it’s not the face, it could just my change in confidence and personal growth that has come things I’ve experienced and gone through…

I’m not sure. But it’s still very strange to be of someone of my age and to be called Ma’am. Ma’am sounds like I’m the queen or old…

I mean I do get teased for being lady-like and ‘proper’ by some people…but still it’s strange. Ma’am is for women who curtsey, drink tea and eat cucumber sandwiches… I am not sure if I’m a Ma’am.

Sweetie though, sweetie has gotten old… sweetie was something I didn’t mind being called when I was 16… sweetie definitely is something you call a toddler or a child and maybe a teenager but not someone who is 23 – I’m young but NOT that young… sorry…

Although the Lady thing – unless it was “Hey! Lady” is different… that makes me feel like an adult… I know it’s sounds silly in some ways… but I’ll give you an example:

The other day I was walking home and went past a family – a mother and her five yes count them five girls – I assumed they were all hers, the youngest was a baby and the eldest was a teenager (or maybe someone about to enter into the teenage years…hard to tell but you get the point) and of course a family of that size takes up a lot of room on the footpath, I wasn’t upset or anything nor was I in a rush to get home…

But you know the polite thing to do is to step aside – which they did… the mother though had to tell her children to move aside so that “the lady could get past” – I have been called a lady in this way before – but I contemplated and reflected over the situation – it seems to be that I do that with everything… and decided that the woman could see that I was an adult – I looked old enough to be called an adult. I know that most women don’t get too excited about the feeling of looking old, but after so many years minus the last few or so of so many people thinking that I was at least two and sometimes even four years younger than I was, it’s nice to know that, that woman thought that I looked old enough to be called a lady.

Just not so old enough to be called Ma’am.

Lesson of the day:

Growing up is so hard, once you get there though accept it and feel great about it, otherwise the people around you may never consider you an adult – and that can sometimes be tougher.

Signing off as there is one more day before Good Friday if I don’t write before Sunday then

HAPPY EASTER!!

The day that turned around.

Ok. So this morning was frustrating. One of being fed up with public transport and people in general. You know when things just don’t seem to go your way and everyone around you gets in your way. This morning when I arrived at uni – I thought: phew, I actually made it…

It’s fortunate that I left as early as I did because I think as it turned out that most people were not able to show up for some reason or another.

I don’t mind travelling on public transport – most people think it’s annoying and don’t like the company of others.

Here is why I like it or most of the time anyway…

  • You get to sleep if you need – although always with one eye open… lol…
  • You can read books
  • Day dream
  • Be in your own world and not really worry about anyone else – eg. traffic
  • People watch
  • Be on time – most people that I know that drive are almost always late…

Days like today though was just plain frustrating…but you know it’s the same as driving, you don’t always have a smooth run, etc… although once I become a driver – I will be loving it…fingers crossed…

Because driving when I have driven makes me anxious… the type of anxious that almost makes me too anxious if you know what I mean…

anyway back to today…

I arrive at uni – later than I had anticipated…which I really don’t like…

My ensemble group for Drama/Dance were ready to go once I got there and they didn’t seem to mind that I was late – which was ok and it wasn’t my fault so, once I got over the stress we were able to get down to work…

It’s funny how group work can be and most of the time I’ve been in groups where there have been clashes… but this time, no – there doesn’t seem to be any clashes and we’re all agreeing. Most people reading are probably thinking that it’s too good to be true, but no… I’m telling you – we all work together REALLY well.

We got through at least 90 mins of work before class started and now have a rough outline of how the piece will go, eg, a rough idea for each scene and which order they’ll be in… which is just amazing!

By the time we had this done… we had at least half an hour for lunch and my public transport chaos had been completely forgotten…

Class had begun – we did some great partner work based on trust and of course improv… one activity I didn’t really like doing but at least could see the point.

The activity that followed was looking at scripts and how we could use them in teaching – which was hilariously fun (does this even make sense??) and we kept reading script after script – which was just great…and showed how much confidence I now have with this – unlike how I was back at school…urgh…

We finished with collating our ideas on using scripts in a classroom a break and then some chatting before going home…

On my way home I needed to got to the supermarket and got lots of food…plus most of it was on special…came home in the sun… and just felt like my mood had been completely changed from this morning…

My cat was a little sulky and apparently had been in the cupboard under the stairs all day…which made me get a little worried…think I might call the vet just to get some advice…hmmm… really don’t want to go through that again…after a few cuddles with him and feeding him…he seemed alright…lets hope he is…

I had a cup of earl grey tea and home-made donuts and my outlook on the whole day had now been completely changed.

yay to good days

Lesson of the day:

Don’t let something that happens in the morning be the outcome of the day, it’s easy to get bogged down on the negatives – but more enjoyable to smile and let it go…

Drink tea for it is magical and having something sweet with it can really make it worthwhile…

Signing off – cos now it’s TV time! 🙂