I Am Sorry, Beloved💋 Readers, Soon🔜 To Be Viewers

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I Am Sorry, Beloved💋 Readers, Soon🔜 To Be Viewers

I owe you, my beloved readers, an apology and an amends, amend as in mending or fixing what I am sorry about.  It’s ok to be wrong. To refuse to admit a mistake is like saying Jesus ✝️ is my closest peer, what with both of us being perfect. Yeah, right.  Here goes.

It’s June 24, 2019 and I am sorry that I failed to keep my word. I was looking over all of my posts, passing on the ones with the most views. There had been a lot of interest in my invitation to you all, to join me remotely in my Honolulu🌺 prostitution👠 retrospective.  I promised to give more of myself in 2019. I said I’d do videos, take you guys around Honolulu’s 🏪round the clock sex trade sites with my 📱phone camera. I planned one minute editorials, like Andy Rooney on “60 Minutes.”🎬

The year📅 is half over ⏳ and I have done nothing I promised. Why not? I chickened out. I worried about the condition of my skin. My skin, my nemesis for 30 years. Would my make up look clownish? Would my camera phone action come off as stupidly amateurish instead of simply genuine? Etcetera, ad nauseum. I feared mockery. Fear, my lifelong companion. Ridiculous bc I’m afraid of the non existent, but fear does not yield to logic. Fear laughs in logic’s face.

HA!

I’m going to cut myself some slack and ease into presenting myself to the world for mankind’s eternal record. I’m going to audiotape myself reading my posts to accompany the written work. (As I wrote that, the plan seemed a little redundant.) You can read my post and click on an icon to hear me read it? Yes, that’s the plan. It’s time to do something, anything, however silly is better than paralysis.  It’s time to gather my strength and take the plunge. Yes! In my next post. Promise. Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye. Next time.🔜

X-Hooker Life Hack- When people say “don’t trust me,” it might be the only time they are honest

Everyday wisdom from the world’s oldest profession–for regular people.

Life improving tips from a working girl for workaday people

X-Hooker Life Hack #48: Beware of people who tell you not to trust them. These liars are telling the truth to cover their lies.

It may sound odd, but people have more confidence in people who say “don’t trust me.” Crooks know this, They use the line “don’t trust me,” to look like they are straight shooters admitting their vulnerabilities. They are using the truth strategically. If they tell people not to trust them, and they do in fact fool people with lies, well, people had been warned. Once the “warning” is given, liars feel justified in harming thoseto whom they had shown mercy (as they define mercy).  And, they blame the victims for allowing themselves to be victimized. They never blame themselves.

Truth Can Be Excessive! Lol

Brainy Hawaiian X Hooker

I am a big Michael Landon fan. But I must respectfully disagree with his above statement. I think that repression and denial can be very healthy. If I had to live with the awareness of my impending and inevitable death in the forefront of my mind every day, I think it would be a bleak existence for me. I appreciate it when my mind does me a favor. My mind rarely does me favors. I think repression and denial of irrevocable and distressing Truth is one of the few and far between blessings that I have inside of my head. I will happily back burner the awareness of my death. Lol.

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Truth Can Be Excessive! Lol

TODAY’S
A Better Me Quote
“Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying. Then we might live life to the limit, every minute of every day. Do it! I say. Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows.”

Michael Landon

I am a big Michael Landon fan. But I must respectfully disagree with his above statement. I think that repression and denial can be very healthy. If I had to live with the awareness of my impending and inevitable death in the forefront of my mind every day, I think it would be a bleak existence for me. I appreciate it when my mind does me a favor. My mind rarely does me favors. I think repression and denial of irrevocable and distressing Truth is one of the few and far between blessings that I have inside of my head. I will happily back burner the awareness of my death. Lol.