Who Loves You?

Who loves you pretty baby?
Who’s gonna help you through the night?
Who loves you pretty mama?
Who’s always there to make it right?

Who loves you?
Who loves you pretty baby?
Who’s gonna love you mama?
Who loves you pretty baby?

(Ah, ah, ah) When tears are in your eyes
And you can’t find the way
(Ah, ah, ah) It’s hard to make believe
You’re happy when you’re gray
Baby, when you’re feeling like
You’ll never see the morning light
Come to me
Baby, you’ll see

Who loves you pretty baby?
Who’s gonna help you through the night?
Who loves you pretty mama?
Who’s always there to make it right?

Who loves you?
Who’s gonna love you, love you?
Who’s gonna love you?
Who loves you?
Who’s gonna love you, love you?
Who’s gonna love you?

(Ah, ah, ah) And when you think
The whole wide world has passed you by
(Ah, ah, ah) You keep on trying
But you really don’t know why
Baby, when you need a smile to
Help the shadows drift away
Come to me
Baby, you’ll see

Who loves you pretty baby?
Who's gonna help you through the night?
Who loves you pretty mama?
Who's always there to make it?

Who loves you?
Who's gonna love you, love you?
Who's gonna love you?
Who loves you?
Who's gonna love you, love you?
Who's gonna love you?

Baby
Baby
Doot-doo-doot
Come to me
Baby, you'll see

Who loves you pretty baby?
Who's gonna help you through the night?
Who loves you pretty mama?
Who's always there to make it?

Who loves you?
Who's gonna love you, love you?
Who's gonna love you?
Who loves you?
Who's gonna love you, love you?
Who's gonna love you?

--Who Loves You? by The Four Seasons

Judgment

I had a good long talk with a very good friend of mine who happens to be an excellent psychologist.  Basically he was talking me through a bunch of stuff I’ve been going through and helping me see how to better handle it.  Well, we got to the subject of my insecurities, of which I’m afraid I have many.  Most of them, however, fall under the general category of worrying what people think of me.  I know it’s really very stupid, especially when I get worked up about how someone views me who I have never seen nor will ever see again in my life.  But there you have it.  I am terrified of being judged.  I can’t stand the thought that someone might think I’m rude, or insensitive, or stupid, or selfish, or high maintenance.

Of course, when asked why I have these insecurities, I couldn’t give an answer.  I had absolutely no clue.  And then it hit me.  It’s because I don’t want to be them.

You know that verse in the Bible that says, “Do not judge others, or you yourself will be judged”?  I always thought that it meant you would in turn be judged by God, or that someone else might be judging you the same you are judging them, or worse.  But in this case, the only person judging me is me.  Because I hold complete and random strangers to such a high standard in my mind, I tend toward holding myself to the same standard, often resulting in tagging myself with problems and issues that do not, in fact, actually exist.  Such as automatically assuming that someone will think I’m being rude, or that I’m demanding.  Both of which are traits that I know I don’t possess.  Not tryin to brag here, just being honest.

Now, this isn’t to say that I judge everyone this way.  Like I said, it’s almost always with people I don’t know.  So don’t worry, it’s not like I’m saying I think bad about you all the time or anything.  And I’m not sitting here asking for pity.  That is probably the last thing I need right now, honestly.  I’m just speaking my mind.  Something I’m trying very hard to do more of lately.  I just thought it was very interesting, not to mention a little shocking, how much I pin on myself because I don’t want to seem like a hypocrite.  If I just stopped judging people to begin with, I wouldn’t have this problem of passing judgment in turn on myself.

*shrug*  Comments and/or questions are welcome.  Iz jest ramblin…

Hooray life…

So my car blew up last night, as I’m sure most of you heard.  Not literally of course.  It started pouring white smoke out of the engine, and then it started making this grinding sound every time I hit the gas pedal, and then it started overheating.  Fortunately I was able to make it back home before anything dangerous happened.  We think it might be the radiator, but can’t get anyone to look at it until this weekend.

I personally just think it would be more beneficial to everyone involved if I just got a new car, or at least a newer one.  So.  Anybody know of any cheap used cars for sale?  I don’t really have a price range at the moment, seeing as how I don’t really have that kind of money on hand right now, plus I really don’t know how much money I should look into spending on a car.  I do know that it needs to run.  And I’d like for it to be an automatic (seeing as how I have no clue how to drive a manual.  I could learn, but…).  And I’d also like for it to have WORKING AIR CONDITIONING.  I’ve driven around all summer with no air and it SUCKS!

But yeah.  If anybody knows of anything or hears anything, please let me know.  Or if you have any advice on vehicular purchasing, it would be greatly appreciated.

Ragdoll

Ooh, oo-oo-oo-ooh (Oo-oo-ooh)
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Ahh, ah-ah-ah-ahh (Ragdoll, ooh)
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh

When she was just a kid her clothes were hand-me-down
They always laughed at her when she came into town
Called her ragdoll, little ragdoll
Such a pretty face should be dressed in lace

Ooh, oo-oo-oo-ooh (Oo-oo-ooh)
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh

I’d change her sad rags into glad rags if I could
My folks won’t let me ‘cause they say that she’s no good
She’s a ragdoll, such a ragdoll
Though I love her so, I can’t let her know

Ooh, oo-oo-oo-ooh (Oo-oo-ooh)
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Ahh, ah-ah-ah-ahh (Ragdoll, ooh)
I love you just the way you are

Hola

So I lost my login info for my other blog, located here.  Therefore, this is my new blog, hopefully to be updated more often.  That is all for now.  Good bye.