Post by Rose Acantha on Jan 12, 2013 18:25:46 GMT -6
I had just been called into the principal’s office…Mr. Jake had some nice words…saying I had done well in being the one that almost single-handedly won the mixed tag match between Mr. Jake and Miss Mercy and Mr. Nate and myself…he was saying I had a chance to go far…all the while the main thought going through my mind was wondering how genuine Mr. Jake actually was.
Of course as I was in there I saw a new drama unfold between Mr. Jake and Miss Kathy…something I couldn’t quite grasp…but one where I felt that I was being put of something that I was remotely not involved in….
On our car ride home from the airport I shared my observations with my big brother just to get his thoughts. Mr. Nate thought for a moment, tapping the steering wheel, his own nervous tick when he was putting his thinking cap on. After a minute of two of this he finally spoke.
“Whatever is happening between Kathy and Jake is certainly not good especially when you add two other women to the mix…Unfortunately though I think Kathy is probably going to vent a few frustrations upon you and seeing that she is staff it is going to be something you can’t avoid.”
“So you are saying I have no control in what is going to happen…?”
“No you can’t avoid certain facets…but…you can control you…and this is most important…you have control over your own fate and destiny. Kathy may have control over certain aspects, such as what match you may be in…but in the long run you are in charge of what you do in those matches…and not showing that she is getting under your skin…”
The car went mostly silent for a minute or two. Mr. Nate’s words were sinking in…slowly but surely they were sinking in…
“And Rose…” He said after that period of time.
“Yes Mr. Nate…”
“Whatever happens…whatever she does…remember you are in control…and never…NEVER let yourself become her pawn…you are your own woman….and not someone else’s play toy.”
The rest of the ride was silent as I mulled over what Mr. Nate said. As we finally arrived at our beautiful home we were greeted by our house sitter and our two dogs James and Sterling. As Mr. Nate took care of the business of paying the misses who took care of our house while we were gone, I headed upstairs with Sterling in tow…I was mulling stuff off in my mind…but my mind was spinning. For the past two weeks, after what Mr. J, Mr. A, and Mrs. Kathy did to me, my mind was moving at a rapid pace.
As I prepared to take a bath…these thoughts were at an absolute swarm…with the volume cranked up to near deafening proportions.
“Are you really going to allow yourself to live like this?”
“Do I really have any choice?”
“Of course you do.”
“How do I plan for the unknown?”
“That’s ludicrous. You already have enough information.”
“Okay. And you know?”
“What and you don’t? You’re me…and I am you…you should know what is happening as much as me…?”
“Please enlighten me then…me.”
“Think about it. Right now you have you and only you…”
“What about Mr. Nate?”
“Didn’t two Sunday’s ago prove anything…Your Mr. Nate can’t protect you at every venture…and you know that but refuse to accept it.”
“So what would you have me do?”
“Fight…and keep fighting…”
“Against who…against what? What would that accomplish?”
“You need to show your toughness…you need to show your grit…they think your vulnerable…you know that…I know that…you know that…you need to show your true power…”
“Against who?...and what happens afterward…”
“Whoever you like…that is your decision…”
“And what happens then…If I make the wrong move…hit the wrong miss or mister…it could cost me my job…”
“Or you go down a journey like your big brother but not only that but you have gained the attention and most importantly fear of those worthless piles of flesh that call themselves Starlets…”
“I don’t want fear…I want respect…”
“They go hand in hand sister…they go hand in hand.”
So here I am today…I am well rested after what some would call a bye week…which is especially apropos with the whole football playoffs that all you misters like so much…
Okay so I may not have had a bye week in the sense of a sporting team but I did have a week off…Did I want a week off? Of course not…but I got and as a consolation prize the sight of seeing Mr. Nate...putting a tragic end to the reign of Mr. A….for now at least…I just hope you gets used to the textures of baby food and Ensure shakes…he coming an old Mister now…and he needs to get used to them.
Yes…that was a great day…and I am so proud of my big brother…
Now I set off to fulfill the things that my big brother would desire me to do…to show the world how strong…and gracious and great an independent woman can be…which means each and every week showing this company even though run horribly by Mrs. K, that I deserve my shot, my opportunity at the spotlight.
Sure we have seen a gamer girl, a red bull princess as champion…but has the world full of misters and misses seen someone like me…some dark but yet delightfully cheerful. I am the ultimate underdog and I will be shooting to the top if I ever get my chance….but of course these things have to be done in steps…
Just like the very steps to reach the pedestal that Mr. Nate has…I need to make the next steps myself…I need to make that win I individually took out of Miss Mercy’s hands…and turn it into a streak…and truly make the name for myself that many think I am on the cusp of…I have to tweak and tinker with myself and truly find out who I really am…it’s going to be hard but that hard work will be well worth it…. don’t you misters and misses agree?…
This week out of the kindness of Miss Kathy’s heart I not only face Miss Mercy but also Miss C…I face two women that I have a rivalry that isn’t a rivalry but it is there. It is really more a game actually…one that has be constructed out of many matches…whether it involves a couple of misses like me and Miss C…or me and Miss Mercy…or Miss Mercy and Miss C…or via matches with multiple misses in a tag style…we seem to be joined together in a weird sort of way…our own little three way competition…competition that breeds contempt…competition that breeds jealousy…competition that forces us to get better…
Of course this is my own interpretation…because I am sure you Miss Mercy and you Miss C have your own thing going…something that most would call a bratty chick fight…something that is there but we only put up with…which I am sure many of the other misses who call themselves Starlets would refer to me as, which of course is fine with me. It is just more fuel to my fire…and it only adds fuel to the ever growing fire in my belly…you misses…you so called Starlets…are just driving me and before long don’t get mad if that driving forces causes me to surpass you…
But the future is the future…and that will only happen because of what I do today.
Miss Mercy…you were not my first victory ever…you were my first victory in a while but not first victory ever. It was a thrilling to beat you…and do it very decisively and again I just hope it is that first of many dominos I push. This match this week with not only you but also Miss C…is hopefully another domino that will fall…You may say your little poem, which I used to do every week by the way in case you didn’t remember, and try to be cute and somewhat funny and derogatory to Mr. Nate and myself…but that is a poem…and those are words. Your words may say that you will beat me with a smile on your face…and while you MAY beat me…I will still get my hands…my claws for nails on your so called pretty little face…and if you do come out a winner…you will definitely not be doing it smiling. You may think me as cutesy…and too vulnerable to really duke it out with the other misses…but that is far from true. You see in that ring with every match I become another misses. I am a miss with a dark side…a miss that loves to inflict pain…and a miss who loves to latch on and never let go until that bell rings…I just hope you have come to understand that whether you love it or not.
Now as far as a woman who has been less than thrilled with my antics let me move this vitriolic speech toward the women with all the work done…Miss C. Yes…you did beat me Miss C and I say congratulations and while I don’t care about what happened with you and Miss Mercy because your past between the two of you is just that…something between you two ladies…if you want to bring it to this match…fine…but I couldn’t care less…
You may not have much care for me…and I don’t care…but just like you view me with a measure of insignificance…I view you the same way…
To both of you ladies…I am for real…I am going to that ring looking to make a name for myself and your screams…your winces of pain with show me that I am going in the right direction…I will be moving ahead…and even if you win…which is doubtful Miss C and Miss Mercy…you will not be leaving with smile on your face…it will be more a look of how did I get out of that…that match against little vulnerable Miss Rose…in tact and with a win…embrace pain cause you will be feeling it…a whole lot of it…
Of course as I was in there I saw a new drama unfold between Mr. Jake and Miss Kathy…something I couldn’t quite grasp…but one where I felt that I was being put of something that I was remotely not involved in….
On our car ride home from the airport I shared my observations with my big brother just to get his thoughts. Mr. Nate thought for a moment, tapping the steering wheel, his own nervous tick when he was putting his thinking cap on. After a minute of two of this he finally spoke.
“Whatever is happening between Kathy and Jake is certainly not good especially when you add two other women to the mix…Unfortunately though I think Kathy is probably going to vent a few frustrations upon you and seeing that she is staff it is going to be something you can’t avoid.”
“So you are saying I have no control in what is going to happen…?”
“No you can’t avoid certain facets…but…you can control you…and this is most important…you have control over your own fate and destiny. Kathy may have control over certain aspects, such as what match you may be in…but in the long run you are in charge of what you do in those matches…and not showing that she is getting under your skin…”
The car went mostly silent for a minute or two. Mr. Nate’s words were sinking in…slowly but surely they were sinking in…
“And Rose…” He said after that period of time.
“Yes Mr. Nate…”
“Whatever happens…whatever she does…remember you are in control…and never…NEVER let yourself become her pawn…you are your own woman….and not someone else’s play toy.”
The rest of the ride was silent as I mulled over what Mr. Nate said. As we finally arrived at our beautiful home we were greeted by our house sitter and our two dogs James and Sterling. As Mr. Nate took care of the business of paying the misses who took care of our house while we were gone, I headed upstairs with Sterling in tow…I was mulling stuff off in my mind…but my mind was spinning. For the past two weeks, after what Mr. J, Mr. A, and Mrs. Kathy did to me, my mind was moving at a rapid pace.
As I prepared to take a bath…these thoughts were at an absolute swarm…with the volume cranked up to near deafening proportions.
“Are you really going to allow yourself to live like this?”
“Do I really have any choice?”
“Of course you do.”
“How do I plan for the unknown?”
“That’s ludicrous. You already have enough information.”
“Okay. And you know?”
“What and you don’t? You’re me…and I am you…you should know what is happening as much as me…?”
“Please enlighten me then…me.”
“Think about it. Right now you have you and only you…”
“What about Mr. Nate?”
“Didn’t two Sunday’s ago prove anything…Your Mr. Nate can’t protect you at every venture…and you know that but refuse to accept it.”
“So what would you have me do?”
“Fight…and keep fighting…”
“Against who…against what? What would that accomplish?”
“You need to show your toughness…you need to show your grit…they think your vulnerable…you know that…I know that…you know that…you need to show your true power…”
“Against who?...and what happens afterward…”
“Whoever you like…that is your decision…”
“And what happens then…If I make the wrong move…hit the wrong miss or mister…it could cost me my job…”
“Or you go down a journey like your big brother but not only that but you have gained the attention and most importantly fear of those worthless piles of flesh that call themselves Starlets…”
“I don’t want fear…I want respect…”
“They go hand in hand sister…they go hand in hand.”
So here I am today…I am well rested after what some would call a bye week…which is especially apropos with the whole football playoffs that all you misters like so much…
Okay so I may not have had a bye week in the sense of a sporting team but I did have a week off…Did I want a week off? Of course not…but I got and as a consolation prize the sight of seeing Mr. Nate...putting a tragic end to the reign of Mr. A….for now at least…I just hope you gets used to the textures of baby food and Ensure shakes…he coming an old Mister now…and he needs to get used to them.
Yes…that was a great day…and I am so proud of my big brother…
Now I set off to fulfill the things that my big brother would desire me to do…to show the world how strong…and gracious and great an independent woman can be…which means each and every week showing this company even though run horribly by Mrs. K, that I deserve my shot, my opportunity at the spotlight.
Sure we have seen a gamer girl, a red bull princess as champion…but has the world full of misters and misses seen someone like me…some dark but yet delightfully cheerful. I am the ultimate underdog and I will be shooting to the top if I ever get my chance….but of course these things have to be done in steps…
Just like the very steps to reach the pedestal that Mr. Nate has…I need to make the next steps myself…I need to make that win I individually took out of Miss Mercy’s hands…and turn it into a streak…and truly make the name for myself that many think I am on the cusp of…I have to tweak and tinker with myself and truly find out who I really am…it’s going to be hard but that hard work will be well worth it…. don’t you misters and misses agree?…
This week out of the kindness of Miss Kathy’s heart I not only face Miss Mercy but also Miss C…I face two women that I have a rivalry that isn’t a rivalry but it is there. It is really more a game actually…one that has be constructed out of many matches…whether it involves a couple of misses like me and Miss C…or me and Miss Mercy…or Miss Mercy and Miss C…or via matches with multiple misses in a tag style…we seem to be joined together in a weird sort of way…our own little three way competition…competition that breeds contempt…competition that breeds jealousy…competition that forces us to get better…
Of course this is my own interpretation…because I am sure you Miss Mercy and you Miss C have your own thing going…something that most would call a bratty chick fight…something that is there but we only put up with…which I am sure many of the other misses who call themselves Starlets would refer to me as, which of course is fine with me. It is just more fuel to my fire…and it only adds fuel to the ever growing fire in my belly…you misses…you so called Starlets…are just driving me and before long don’t get mad if that driving forces causes me to surpass you…
But the future is the future…and that will only happen because of what I do today.
Miss Mercy…you were not my first victory ever…you were my first victory in a while but not first victory ever. It was a thrilling to beat you…and do it very decisively and again I just hope it is that first of many dominos I push. This match this week with not only you but also Miss C…is hopefully another domino that will fall…You may say your little poem, which I used to do every week by the way in case you didn’t remember, and try to be cute and somewhat funny and derogatory to Mr. Nate and myself…but that is a poem…and those are words. Your words may say that you will beat me with a smile on your face…and while you MAY beat me…I will still get my hands…my claws for nails on your so called pretty little face…and if you do come out a winner…you will definitely not be doing it smiling. You may think me as cutesy…and too vulnerable to really duke it out with the other misses…but that is far from true. You see in that ring with every match I become another misses. I am a miss with a dark side…a miss that loves to inflict pain…and a miss who loves to latch on and never let go until that bell rings…I just hope you have come to understand that whether you love it or not.
Now as far as a woman who has been less than thrilled with my antics let me move this vitriolic speech toward the women with all the work done…Miss C. Yes…you did beat me Miss C and I say congratulations and while I don’t care about what happened with you and Miss Mercy because your past between the two of you is just that…something between you two ladies…if you want to bring it to this match…fine…but I couldn’t care less…
You may not have much care for me…and I don’t care…but just like you view me with a measure of insignificance…I view you the same way…
To both of you ladies…I am for real…I am going to that ring looking to make a name for myself and your screams…your winces of pain with show me that I am going in the right direction…I will be moving ahead…and even if you win…which is doubtful Miss C and Miss Mercy…you will not be leaving with smile on your face…it will be more a look of how did I get out of that…that match against little vulnerable Miss Rose…in tact and with a win…embrace pain cause you will be feeling it…a whole lot of it…