Farewell!

I think I can fairly say that the blogging as Simply Curious girl has ended.  I've lost track of the blogs I used to read, etc.  If you'd like to stay in touch, you can find me on Facebook here  In time I have ideas for new blogs and adventures I'd like to share, but I'm bidding adeiu to this blog.  Some fun time were had here.  Thanks to everyone for the support.

~SCG

Is this love?

How often do we come across someone from say, primary school on Facebook and just plain wondered how they were doing or what they've been up to over the years? Then you FIND them and think, holy shit, she used to be a cheerleader and now she looks like an ogre! I mean, I'm not an 'old woman' but I'd like to think that people my age should still look similar to just a few years back. Hell, when I look at photos of myself from when I was about 13, I look younger now than I did then, but then we're talking the 90s. EVERYONE looked older then. Seriously though, that guy you thought was hot couldn't get in a letter jacket, even if it was taped around him and that cheerleader is now using her skirt as a scrunchie.

Sorry, but I'm one of those people that over time has taken some form or smug satisfaction watching the mighty fall. Not a whole lot has changed about me since I was a child other than the fact that my hair has changed colours about 800 times and I grew tits. Admittedly, growing tits was a step up from being that flat chested girl that wore no makeup. Tits gave me the confidence to wear makeup and shake something most girls in my class didn't have yet (and will probably NEVER have). BUT, some have them now, only they're hanging to the floor. I've always been a 'thick' or chubby girl, so no one can say I've gained too much weight, and I've never had a wrinkle or pimple decide to randomly appear unless I'm really confused and squish my nose or forehead up. Here I am, trying to keep this about me and stay positive, when the fact is, there are stereotypes flying EVERYWHERE.

A month or so ago, I found the guy who took my virginity on Facebook. Now, thinking back, I was young and he was handsome. He was a player of the worst kind and fucked anything with a hymen. Yep, he preferred virgins. I think I mentioned this guy years back in an old blog post but I can't be bothered to find it.

I often wondered what happened to him. Did he end up with the hot girls that he got to shag when he was in high school? Did he end up dead in a ditch for fucking someone elses' girl? Nope. He ended up 800 pounds, looking for work with 10 kids and had no clue who I was when I contacted him on Facebook to see if he remembered me. His exact words..."Yeah, can't say I remember you. There are two girls in your profile pic. Which one is you?" Uh...The one that LOOKS JUST LIKE I DID WHEN YOU MET ME and decided to take my virginity.... I've decided that boy I cried over and thought would be the love of my life, ended up trying to be the whitest reggae singer EVER with 10 fucking kids and a redneck wife that looks like she could've been a cheerleader about, eh, 20 years ago but I bet her toothless mouth gives a great blowjob these days... Man, he was someone's dream husband; sure as hell not mine...

God bless facebook and it letting you know how BAD your life could've been if you kept stalking the person you thought was the love of your life.

Tick tock...tick tock...

There comes a time in everyone's life when they feel like all they're doing is waiting. It reminds me of being a little girl again, and waiting to grow up. As the days passed me by, I took them for granted, and it's not something I regret. We all take life for granted as a child. I don't think childhood is meant to be taken seriously, and all of you parents out there, think long and hard the next time you tell your child to grow up.

I stopped blogging for a VERY long time, and I'm not sure anyone will even notice that I've started again, but so much has happened over the last two years that I feel like if I don't get some of it out of me in one form or another, I'll explode.

Over a year ago, I was diagnosed with PCNS Lymphoma. Basically told I had very few options. One option was to operate which pretty much meant I would die. The other option was chemo and radio therapy with a probable life expectancy of 12-18 months. These are words I've uttered to no one and written to very few. I chose the treatment and my brain tumor decided it was content with that and so far, it's let me live. I'm not entirely sure what's making me write all of this down now, but for some reason, blogging has always been more therapeutic than actual therapy.

While life is a waiting game, make the most of every moment. The little things like that warm feeling before you get out of bed in the morning. Whether you have one friend or thousands, tell them you love them. If there's a special someone in your life, make sure they know how much you care. If you must feel like you're waiting, make sure you always find something good to wait for, even if there are a million awful things in between.

Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.
~ Dr.Seuss