TRUDDIE'S DIMENSION

  At the beginning of this year I was excited to start a segment in my blog where I was to write about people( Musings ). I did actually start and I was able to write about two or three people( North1&2 ,  The Friend I Am ). Afterwards I was like no. This is too hard. It seemed easy to start with. I had all these things to write about. It always seems easy when an idea pops up until you come to the realization that its implementation is not as clear cut as you thought it would be. I introspected and realized for the most part, the reason I got the block is because I am a private person. I hate it when people try to dig up stuff about me. I really don't like people coming into my space unless I let them in. I don't like talking about myself. I translate that aspect about myself to other people meaning I don't like  fussing over people's tinie- tiny happenings in their lives or anything at all. I always feel like am invading their privacy and that goes against my pri

  To be human is to hate people's guts. It is to be annoyed and angry that some people are in it to see you fail. It is to see your friends betray you. It is hear the words they say behind your back. It is to experience malice. It is to experience them soiling your name. It is to see people take advantage of your kindness and good heart. It is to hate them. It is to feel pain and hurt so unimaginable. It is to wonder what you did to deserve that. It is to cut them off no matter how far you've come together. It is to wall your heart and to be afraid of trusting again. To be human is to do everything and to care and at the end no one appreciates you. It is to be there for people again and again and they never notice. It is to pour your heart. It is to give your all. It is to help people and get nothing in return. It is to be good. It is to shape your world sometimes to accomodate people but they won't even try because they are so used to you being there. It is to get fed up

  Dreamcatcher Haruki Murakami says in his short story The Mirror that people who see ghosts just see ghosts and never have premonitions. And those who have premonitions don't see ghosts. I am more of latter than the former I think. It's not like I have those catatonic- eyes- rolling- back- into- the- eye- socket states. Mine are more like how I feel the sun's rays on my skin and sometimes they come in the form of very vivid dejavus. Take the last interview I had 2 weeks ago for example. It was my second interview in like 4 years. My first interview was for a sales job in an insurance company. I got in but the job was too demanding. Such jobs are for particular people with certain personalities I swear. I realized soon enough that I didn't cut it. After I got a free T-shirt I disappeared I tell you. That T-shirt was the only good thing that came out of it. I was excited about this second interview. Really excited because it was in my career line. But then again I was

Image:  Pinterest I've had an otherwise healthy-no-issue vagina well until 2019 when I had my first yeast infection. Now to start off, by virtue of being a woman you are more likely to have a yeast infection at some point in your life. For men, thanks to their anatomy, most of them don't get it. In case of an infection, the symptoms can go unnoticeable.  Women, by design, have the perfect ground for those opportunistic fungal buggers to make a factory out of our vagina. I remember how panicked I was. We all know that as adults, anything concerning reproductive organs is bound to scare the shit out of us. That is the exact feeling I had. I was like what if in addition to a yeast infection I had HIV and STI's? Weeh!!... I googled stuff and we all know how google says we should have died yesterday. Eiih!! It is never a good idea to google your symptoms. In my state of panic I texted my sister, my cousin and a friend. I was just buying time because I was hoping it would go aw