And the cycle continues...

Do you believe in generational curses? I'm beginning to believe that they are real. And if so, that would explain so much. Perhaps my failed relationships aren't my fault. Maybe, just maybe, I'm not meant to have a successful relationship. Is that possible? Here's where this is coming from...for the last month or so I've been taking a look at my life and everybody in it. During my observation, I realized that I have not witnessed ONE successful relationship within my family. Not my grandparents (on either side of the family), parents, aunts, uncles, cousins...nobody! Could it be that we're all doomed to unsuccessful relationships and heartache? I'm beginning to think so. I think that my grandparents set this pattern in motion and since none of their children have seen a healthy, successful, loving relationship the cycle continues. Is it possible that since we have never seen a lasting relationship that we don't know how to have one? I think so. I think you repeat what you see, regardless if you are conscious of it or not. It's not very encouraging to see my mother and her siblings who are all 40+ alone and unhappy. Could that be me 20 years from now? Or did they just make the wrong choices, choose the wrong people?

I mean, it would be easy for me to say, "That won't be me!" But what if that is beyond my control? What if it's not in the cards for me? What if my dreams of being a wife and mother never come true? In my heart of hearts, I would like to believe that it's not a curse and that my family members have just made horrible choices, which isn't far from the truth. I don't know. This has just been weighing on my mind lately. If this generational curse is real, I'm SCREWED!

Everybody's a little racist

Friends and Followers,

Let me start this blog by apologizing, in advance, for the ignorant, racist and foolish things that will be included in this blog. It may seem like a rant at times because I am beyond PISSED at this point. So, here it goes!

The got damn durka durka jihad (for all my Team America lovers) has my luggage. I have been without my luggage and all of its precious contents for what? Let's count them...1...2...3...4 DAYS! I'm convinced that the guys in India have them. Every time I call the United Airlines 1-800 # who answers the phone? That kid from Slumdog Millionaire (awesome movie, btw). I don't understand what they are saying and when I asked them to repeat themselves they sound offended! Oh sir! Oh no! The got damn durka durka jihad. I hate them with every once of my being right now. And today, as I was walking through the office cussin' under my breath, one of my co-workers says, "When you're mad at someone try to think of 2 nice things about them. By the time you figure it out, you won't be mad anymore." BULLSHIT! I don't know Salim. I can't think of nice things to say about someone I don't know. Especially, the people who have lost my luggage. My new luggage. The luggage I just got for Christmas. Mmmhmmm. PISSED! All I know is that all of my stuff inside my luggage better be there. Down to the last pair of underwear or there will be hell to pay, I assure you. I just want to talk to an American who speaks good English. For the life of me, I can't understand why they would put someone in a customer sevice position, in AMERICA that does not speak English! Seriously. How is that doing me any good? So frustating...

*steps off of soapbox* PISSED!