Sunday, November 15, 2009

Ladies: Ways to Maintain Our Sanity (Or to Convince Ourselves That We Still Have It)

Installment 1: Indulge.

Part of what drives us crazy is the fact that we don’t treat ourselves enough. We try to wait and save that which we desire for that “special occasion” that we don’t even know will come.  So ladies, treat yourselves, because in the end, it’s just you that determines your happiness.  What’d Katt Williams say? “It’s ESTEEM of yo’ mf’n SELF!” ha.

1.  Take that extra 30 mins to an hour (or 2) in the bubble bath.  Cut the lights off, maybe light the candles that look “too pretty to burn” and enjoy time with yourself.  Got a boo?  Invite him too.

2.  When you get out, admire yourself in the mirror.  Get to know what others see, and what they don’t see.  Make funny faces (I do this religiously for about 20 minutes lol); practice that look or that smile that drives people crazy.

3.  Those shoes?  Yeah, those… Buy ‘em.  Then come home, take a bath, and walk around in just those.

4.  Metabolism varies from person to person.  But whether you’re the type to eat a cracker and gain a pound, or eat a buffet and end up losing weight (however that happens.. but it does.. trust lol), EAT THAT EXTRA PIECE OF CHOCOLATE CAKE.  Plus, it tastes so much better when it’s forbidden.

5.  At the nail shop, when the Asian lady asks, “You wan’ deeluh (deluxe) pedicure?”  Say yes.  OR.  Skip the nail shop, go straight to the spa.  Pamper yourself.  Request a male masseuse and take a trip to heaven.  Got a boo?  Get a Brazilian Wax… he’ll love you forever.  If not, get the wax anyway.  It’s a party in your pants.

6.  It’s Saturday night and your friends are trying to drag you out to the club, but you really don’t want to go.  Respectfully decline.  Throw your robe in the dryer for about 20 minutes, wear just that, and watch the Oxygen Channel for their ‘Big Night In’ movie – which is usually a cute chick flick that will make you laugh and enjoy being a chick.

7.  On the flip side, if you really feel like going out, and your friends are being homebodies, get casket-sharp (like my ma says lol).  Those shoes that you paid wayyyy too much for, put ‘em on.  Wear the dress that hugs your curves just right, and step out of your house walking looking smelling and feeling like a billion bucks.  And flirt.  We, as women, created and mastered the art of flirting.  Do it and do it well.

8.  That cute guy you see every morning when you go get your coffee?  You know the one you barely speak to, but he gives you that look, and you give him that look back?  Get his number.

9.  Take some time off, and take that trip.  To islands in the Pacific, to Europe, to South America.  Wherever it is, just GO.  One thing EVERYONE needs to do in their life is experience another culture.  Plus, the cocktails on the beach at sunset aren’t bad either.  Got a boo?  Add sex to that.  If not, the drinks are fine.  I wouldn’t suggest sleeping with any of the “island men,” because I wrote a paper on AIDS and Sex Tourism in the Caribbean, and made a resolution never to do that.  But hey, if that’s what you want to do… go for it.

10.  The project that you always wanted to start, but just “didn’t have the time.”  Make the time.  Write, draw, paint, design, build, read — whatever.  Go for it.

11.  What have you always wanted to do, but too chicken shit to face what others may say?  Get a piercing?  Dye your hair?  Get a tattoo?  Do it.

Storytime:  Last winter, I was having THE worst week in the history of Worst Weeks Ever.  But, one day, I got a whole buncha “Fuck It” in my system and just indulged.  I bought about 6 pairs of shoes that day, got a chocolate cake, ate half of it, went to a middle school pageant (my little sister won Miss 7th Grade; yea it runs in the family *wink*), went to a basketball game, and got 2 tattoos.  That day obliterated my frustration that had built up that entire week.

Moral of the story:  Indulge.  Not too much, because the satisfaction from your indulgences becomes null and void, then you become gluttonous.  Treat yourself.  You’ll thank yourself when you’re 80.

P.S.  I wanted to stop at 10, and if you know me, then, yes, having 11 is messing with my OCD.  lol Leave me alone.  If you have any that you’d like to add, then just comment & let me know.

- Dougie

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