Diversity, something we will always need. Yes sometimes we wish everyone could be the same weather it be color, interests, or even personalities. I think everyone would be more then bored, they would be insanely bored.
I work in a factory, I will not say where, where cultures diverge. There are many different types of people not just race but also beliefs. I don't like discrimination, not in the least, it makes me sick when people hate someone just because they are not like them. Because someone doesn't have the same beliefs does not make them less human. I guess this is one of those things that has been on my mind and I just needed to get it out. That's what a blog is for, right?
I guess this doesn't all have to be about diversity. I want to add how insecure I feel at my job. This has nothing to do with diversity, just the fact that I am a woman. I don't tell the love of my life this because I don't want him to worry. I feel insecure working around a bunch of guys that have to always stare at my whatnot's, such as my behind. I am a proud, strong woman but I know a fight would not solve that problem. They aren't antagonizing so I can't exactly report someone.. and I know it is something I need to just get used to. I don't know exactly if it is insecurity or just the fact that I am sick of it. I think I am just sick of it, and I love the man I am with so much that it almost makes me mad for him. I know he doesn't show it well and will not admit it but I know he gets upset when he catches someone staring, I know everyone does when it comes to a significant other. I don't know, I guess I just needed to get this out. I should really get a journal or something but that would just make me have to write more which I am already doing between the two books I have been working on. I am stuck with writers block on one and the other is just a day by day thing, more of a side project to the one book while I have writers block. I admire my sister Becca, she can sit and just write for hours about something, anything and not get a single block. It used to be that way for me, so natural, but now it is frustrating, now I am actually trying to bring everything I have worked on for the last 6 years or so together into one giant story, those last six years were kind of an outline but so much of it sounds silly that I don't know what to make of it. While writing this blog I feel like I am writing a book. I should probably stop soon but it helps to get everything on my mind out.
I can't go a single minute without thinking of my hunny. That man is one of the most important and most wonderful thing in my life. I love him so much and I plan on being with him until my dying days as long as he feels the same way. Which he reminds me everyday that he does, and I love that he does. That brings me to something else. He calls me beautiful, gorgeous, and all those other wonderful things and I always deny it. I know it is kind of a rude thing to do but I can't for some reason accept any compliment, it is like some sort of defense thing. I am not sure what I am defending but what ever it is it needs to stop. I love this man and if this lovely, handsome, amazing man wants to call my beautiful and gorgeous then I should let him!! RIGHT??!! Right. I have never had someone treat me so well like him and I guess it just scares me, like everything is so wonderful, when does something go wrong? and nothing has and it is scary for me, it is so perfect! I want to tell him every minute of every day how much I love him and that sounds all mushy and stuff but I am serious, if I could constantly remind him like that I would, there is not a single word in any language of any world that could ever describe how much I love him.
Okay, I should probably stop with the mushy and the gooshy stuff and move on so I can get myself to sleep. I have to be up by 3:30 AM tomorrow. Lucky me huh? I really am liking this blog thing, I think I shall let my thoughts out more often. I know it kind of jumped from one subject to the other but that is how my mind is. If there is anyone reading this and possibly enjoying reading my crazy thoughts, thank you for your time.
I bid you adieu,
Goodnight,
Britta Lynn Ch.
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