Just loving every minute...

When another girl loves your shade of lipstick – wants to read the bestseller you just read – or even wants the number to your hair dresser – you are flattered – after all that’s what girls do. Who doesn’t want to be admired? How does that cliché read… something about imitation and the sincerest form of flattery – I can’t remember but it’s something like that.

So – what if this happens time after time – over and over? It can get old – it’s amazing that some will still try their hardest to be an exact duplicate of another! What happens when it is past the point of flattery and it is simply irritating, utterly annoying and it’s becoming excessive?

It’s sad to see someone that lacks that special sense of self. I cannot imagine relying on someone else to make decisions and choices and then swiftly following suit. It is obvious that some cannot live outside the lives of others.

In the mean time, I maintain a purpose of my own. I will live in peace – chase my wildest dreams – and love every minute of it.

Any Questions?