BULLYING, BEING DIFFERENT, LEXI NEONAKIS DOES IT AGAIN AND I WORK IN DIOR BRONZER.
Meg here, I have to remind myself sometimes. THIS IS MY PERSONAL BLOG. I'm so glad a lot of you like it but somestime's I'm all "Ooh, I shouldn't write that" Partially because a lot of corporations read this but more so, my 85 yr. old grandmother got all "tech." I wrote the word "shitty" in a post and my Gram sent me an email over it. Talk about stupid "Catholic Guilt." So Gram, get the shit off my blog! Just kidding. I love you.
A few posts back I wrote about living with an astrology reader. Here it is. It's a great read on how good she is.
I went to New York City, I went to do business and visit my bestfriend Amy Z. I was ready to find out why my life is the way it is. I asked Lexie to please give me a reading. I was ready for the good, the bad and the ugly.
Lexie (very pregnant) arrived. She asked for some water and to put her feet up and then she started. If you want something sugar-coated, go to a bakery. If you want to know why you're behaving the way you are-go to Lexie.
Lexie: You're never having children. You had a bunch in your last life and while you're maternal to all those around you. It's not happening here. You're done. Also, when I was reading your planetary chart I had to take off my own wedding ring because it was cutting the blood off. YOU can't be in a marriage. You have to be "free" or you freak out. It's the way your Venus is. Let me show you...
I just nod and look at charts? Why am I going to Paris? What does that mean?
Lexie: It says so cleary a man from your past is meeting you in Paris. This is it. He's the one. I think Dave will be meeting you in Paris (Dave is my ex. He is not "meeting me in Paris." He is watching my dog while I am there.) We are friends and not romantic-evenly slightly-even after copious amounts of booze. We're friends. That's it.
Lexie leaves and I have a good read on why I am doing a lot of stuff in my life. She's so "off the mark" on my upcoming trip to Paris. I mean really. who is she talking about? So weird.
We all have our shit (sorry Gram) and part of mine was that I was a very odd kid. I was so underweight and funny looking and I had no friends and I just enjoyed reading. I would go to my 3rd grade reccess and bring my book and read. I loved to read "The Classics" (wonder why I was a nerd. I loved to read Pride And Prejudice, Robin Hood, Oliver Twist.) I was eight years old and had no friends so I would read these books. I was teased terribly.
It's funny and if you have children you better teach them NEVER MAKE FUN OF ANYONE! NEVER. I do believe that is the best lesson you can teach your child. Teach them empathy abd kindness. The "nerds" they make fun of today will be the "bosses" they work for tomorrow.
I had a hard day of "teasing" on the playground and a boy that didn't need to, he came up to me. He said "Don't feel bad. Those girls only are mean to you because they're jealous of how smart you are."-N.M.
I never forgot that. Ever. Those are simple words but they made such an impact on me. From one eight year old to another.
With the great invention of Facebook, N.M and I became friends, I saw (on the surface what he was up to) he saw (on the surface, what I was doing.) He lives in New York. I'm in New York A LOT.
After 2 years of missed lunches and drinks we decided to meet up for a cocktail. I was in the neighborhood that he was going to be in. My plans had changed for the night. He was free, I was open. O.K. I felt I owed him at least the conversation to "thank you" for giving me some child playground self confidence.
I got to the place before NM and I was brought back to the playground. I was qualifying myself in my head. "I'm on TV." Breathe. Stupid. I know, but it's funny how we revert to our old roles. Like he would give a shit I was "on TV." Like anyone would.
NM walked in and I recognized him right away. I tried to play it cool but (you now I have verbal diarrhea) so I thanked him so much for standing up for me and being so cool.
He only sort of remembered. He then was so gracious "Thanking me" for telling him about the story. We spent the rest of the night catching up, over the last 30 YEARS. It was really nice.
Then I told him that I didn't know why, but I had always wanted to go to Paris, so I just booked the ticked to go.
Imagine my surprise when he laughed, he said "I know, me too!"
Do I think "this is it!"...No. I think "This is great!" I'll be able to roam around Paris with a great friend and for that I am so appreciative.
I just find it funny how life comes full circle sometimes. But really all the time. Be careful who you step on today and all that....
I use Dior Bronzer all the time and it has nothing to do with this story but I use it at my hairline (blend blend.) Use it to "define" my cheekbones and add a swipe to my nose.
So thank you Lexie once again-you totally called it. Thank you NM for getting me through 3rd Grade and thank myself for a trip I've been needing!
I stole this photo from NM's Facebook. Just so you could get the feeling. Who wouldn't feel better with this guy in your corner? Props to him...Really! He deserves every happiness on his way!
Who stood up for you!?!
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