The Best Revenge is Living Well

They say the best revenge is living well.  Well what I wanna know is who the hell are “they.”  Who are these fuckers that said the best revenge is living well?  I say the best revenge is looking super hot, having a ton of hot guys hit on you and buy you drinks, and then having that asshole (girl or guy) that did you wrong see you laughing with these guys, and in response look sad, lonely and insecure. 

It also helps if they apologize and beg and plead for your forgiveness.  But I don’t NEED that part.  And though I will always accept their apology (I believe in forgiveness) I will feel better whether they asked for it or not.  As long as they see that I’m doing JUST fine without them.

Unfortunately, that is only the kind of revenge one can find in the movies.  And in reality, though that revenge may feel good at the time, it doesn’t last.  And the truth is, when we use this defense mechanism, we are rarely doing “just fine.”  The second act of the play ends with me leaving the bar early, taking a cab home by myself, and crying myself to sleep (I cry a lot… but we’ll get to that later) 

So maybe those fuckers were right (whoever the hell “they” are).  Maybe the best revenge is to live well. 

At this point you may be wondering, “who is this crazy bitch and why does she want revenge so bad?”

I guess its not revenge that I want at all.  It’s more that I just want some form of confirmation that I made the right choice and that I am indeed “living well.”  Which in turn opens up a whole new can of worms.  What exactly is “living well?”  Maybe if I knew who “they” were I could ask them and find out.  But because I do not, I will search to find it myself. 

Hi, I’m Kylie.  I’m a 22 year old single girl (woman and lady sound too old-like) living in Portland, Oregon.  I recently looked at my life and found I had transformed from person A to person Z in a matter of months and hated everything about it.  I finally ripped that band-aide off and made some changes.  It stung at first.  Okay it more than stung.  It hurt like fucking hell and I spent some time crying in bed, feeling sorry for myself.

Like I mentioned before, I tend to cry a lot.  So much so, that when I was little, my dad renamed me Crylie.  That was nice of him.  To me, even at this age, crying just feels good.  Its like I get everything out and then I can breathe again.  Same with writing.  I get everything out and then I can breathe again.  I also found some very unhealthy ways of doing this, but we’ll get into that later. 

If you haven’t noticed by now, I have a pretty foul mouth.  I’m not proud of it but I’m not willing to fix it either.  This is me, so take it or leave it. 

I wanted to start this blog in hopes that it will help me find my own bliss and the true meaning of “living well.”  Because I believe it’s about more than changing the way I’ve been living the past six months.  It’s about finding my true self, and being proud of everything I have to offer.  I won’t ever be able to go back to being person A.  She is gone and even if I could I wouldn’t want to.  But what I can do (and I intend to) is find a new, even better me.  One that is proud and happy and healthy and “Living well.”

Find Your Bliss

      xoxo,

          Kylie