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Ah.. life is stressful. Put aside all the work, relationships, chores, problems, fights, meals (heh), birthdays etc etc etc. You'd think that without all those, life would suddenly lighten up and feel better. Well, I am ready to bet whichever part of my body I have not yet betted in the past blogs that life would still be a pain in the lower regions of my back. Why? very simple. Because life minus all the stressful things leaves ...

life - stressful things = US

And us, ourselves, are also a source of stress. No one can deny this. We spend so much time and money and tears (at least I do) to look and feel good that probably, with another simple sum we'd realise that we are our greatest source of stress. It's so hard to not worry about what people think or will think about us. How we behave and look makes all the difference. It makes all the difference to me. If I don't feel good with how I look, my self esteem goes down the drain and out into the Pacific Ocean.

And all this brought my trail of thought to a curious stand. What do other people do when they are on their own? How do they behave? I mean, do people still sit neatly, leg on leg, backs straight, tummies in, boobs out? Doesn't anyone ever pick his nose or burp or fart? Because I don't ever (or almost never) hear or see anyone do these things in public. If so, there must be a great deal of stored, inflammable gas in houses everywhere, and the only things stopping it from catching fire are little green balls of dried snot stuck in the depths of everyone's noses!

I, for one, look how I am. If I am feeling ok , then I am looking ok. If I feel a disaster, than most probably I look like my wardrobe.. the inside of it. And this is irrelevant of where I am and with whom I am. So basically I burp and fart, but oh so very discreetly.. and very rarely somehow. But because I am always like that! No effort there. On the other hand, right now I am sitting leisurely on the sofa, legs outstretched, hair pulled up in a bun and wearing a shorts that is to the top what I am to Wee Wee Xplot 13 in some galaxy a gazzilion million light centuries away. I would NOT appear like this in public, even if public was the greengrocer guy. I am not saying that people should burp and fart and swear and shout in public like they do in the privacy of their homes. Because that shouldn't be done so often, even in the privacy of a home.

So, my suggestion is that even if life makes us wear another face and another character (and that's why they call it a bitch) we should always allow ourselves the time of being ourselves comfortably every single day. For those 30minutes, undo that tie, walk about in your underwear, ditch the heals, remove all the make up and just put on a smile. PAUSE and savour yourself in essence.