Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind, don't matter, and those who matter, don't mind. ~Dr. Seuss
Girls just wanna have fun ~ Cyndi Lauper
Make some fun, happy time ~ Alex Ovechkin

Monday, October 12, 2009

The Smell of Desperation in the Morning

Gonna be short and sweet here. It is one thing to kiss ass, sometimes it’s a necessary evil. It is another thing to be so immature that you reek of desperation.

Desperation for acceptance, desperation for love or friendship, desperation for credibility.

Think back on what you have said and done. Reread your Facebook and/or Twitter postings. Try seeing them from another’s viewpoint. If you can be objective with yourself, you might just recognize that sickly aroma.

If your postings include:

~Any whining about not having a boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife (try match.com),

~Replies to people outside of your own circle of actual acquaintances; trying to give yourself status or an ‘in’; where you would normally not belong (obey the do not enter sign),

~Suggestions on how something should be done or could be improved upon (like you’re one to talk?),

~Any time you didn’t get a response and felt like you’ve been left out (is that the sound of crickets I hear?),

~Taking credit for someone else’s idea (we know who invented the elevator and it wasn’t you),

~Something you thought was ‘cute’ just to try and get some affirmation (cute is for babies and kittens),
then you are coming across as desperate. Sad but true. These things will not garner you acceptance, only pity or ridicule. Not quite what you were looking for, was it?

Unless you are totally brain dead, you know when you are doing this. You think to yourself, ‘if I say *this*, then people will think I’m cool’, or ‘if I get *Elvis* to reply to me, people will like me. But, trust me on this, the reek of desperation is there, we smell it…Any questions?