Mine is cutting my nose off to spite my face.. I know I do it, I know it isn't smart, I know it's cost me boyfriends, (Ok so if I had to compromise that much they weren't worth it ... moreMine is cutting my nose off to spite my face.. I know I do it, I know it isn't smart, I know it's cost me boyfriends, (Ok so if I had to compromise that much they weren't worth it anyway) and it might just cost me my job next.. but i can't help it :PI am a fighter, but I will only fight for something I want up to a point... after that I will just walk away.. others might stay and fight, play them at their own game, outsmart them, kill them with kindness and perfection.. but not me.. I cut and run...even if it's not the wisest move... So what's your fault? less
Or do we all have rose coloured glasses when it comes to our own era of growing up? I was born in 1964. I thought it was the best time... once I was old enough to know w... moreOr do we all have rose coloured glasses when it comes to our own era of growing up? I was born in 1964. I thought it was the best time... once I was old enough to know what was going on in the world around me I could see there was a vibe of freedom and endless possibilities, everything seemed freer, more easy going, free love and all that. Then in the 70's we had follow on from that, we were taught we could be anything we wanted to be.. and it really was a time like that, you didn't need endless qualifications just to clean toilets, all you needed was genuine enthusiasm... It was a time when, imo, class mattered less, working class kids were taught they can access all the opportunities that had been previously closed to them, or it was beginning to be that way... Teachers had respect for the kids.. we were treated respectfully, consulted, our opinions mattered.. This was a new thing as before that kids were to be seen and not heard. IN turn we had respect for teachers, felt they were more e... less
