Beware Of Miss.Daschund

Prognosis
Have you ever let people walk all over you without you realising it? Well apparently I have mastered that art beautifully. I have done that to the point that I became a nice smooth Phd-qualified doormat, and was quite happy being one just cos I wasn't aware I was one. Then one fine day it all dawned on me...my Doormat status and my mega Giving personality that was really making me someone else's laughing stock. Suddenly I had become the Mother Theresa for greedy opportunists. This revelation was rather sickening. And it dawned on me due to just few things I recently heard from a few so-called loved-ones. It was not with just one person but it happened with many. It was like thundering and lightning all over my head. I was like 'WHAT!! THIS CAN'T POSSIBLY BE AUDIBLE TO ME!'. I couldn't believe I was hearing such ridiculous things, and right then I wanted to believe I was deaf-at-birth. But I couldn't lie to my ears, could I now. Fess up to it Keshi, you just heard that right and no you're not hallucinating and yes your ear-drums are functioning well (no need of an ENT specialist for that clarification). So yeah when I heard those words I realised how gullible I have been. How over the top I was with being nice to many people. How much I have been taken for granted. Those words and how I then felt about me were the horrible symptoms of my terrible terrible disease. I have just diagnosed the root cause of the shock I was experiencing by those words. And that is, I was letting people take advantage of my niceness all the time.


Treatment

I thought hard about my rather doormatish fate. I then realised it's no point yelling at those people for expecting me to be a sturdy rug. The problem was actually in me. As I self-diagnosed the cause, after all the hissy fits and tears, I had to find some kind of remedy. One that would cure my scarred heart that is now beyond plastic surgery (so yeah, plastic surgery was no longer an option - even if I did do it, my heart would still look like Pricilla Presley trying to look normal). Over-the-counter medication wouldn't help either. What I needed now was something that had to come from within my train-wreck look-alike heart itself. I had to be my own doctor. My heart had to take a small course of tablets...one that would make it not trust every Tom, Dick (yes DICK!) and Harry that comes along...one that would teach it how NOT to be too nice to people...one that would change it to be a Bitch when it really should be. So my heart is under that Bitch Antibiotics course right now people - which will transform me from being an ever-sweet Butterfly into a stinging Butterbitch that you'd wanna avoid. Be very afraid!

Off topic. If anyone out there think that posting MY pics in MY blog is THEIR business, well I've got just 2 words for ya...FUCK OFF. This is my blog, my thoughts, my pics and it's my call. Get it through your thick skull. If you think I'm vain, stupid, silly, ugly, egoistic, so full of myself for posting my pics...well then I'm all that, and I'm glad about it. Cos this is ME, not YOU (anyways who would wanna be you??). I feel good that I'm being hated for who I really am and not being just admired for who I am not. If you're jealous cos you have nothing to post about yourself and have nothing else to do than go around telling others how they should blog and what they should post, then there's a remedy for that...GET A LIFE, A JOB or just get your own blog for some self-development. You need it badly.

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