The Yellow Jelly Baby Syndrome

Well hello there you fine specimens! What brings you over to this neck of the blog woods? Whatever it is, I'm glad you came (cue The Wanted's Glad You Came music).

So I've had a rough couple of weeks lately. I've just got over a virus that knocked me off my feet for about a week (not in a nice way either). Anyway, good things seem to be happening to good people and I couldn't help but reevaluate my life in the most negative light possible. Like, really really negative. Like, blacker than black. Like, think of the films Les Misérables, The Colour Purple, Titanic, Revolutionary Road, Precious; put them all in a box and imagine the gloomy vibes that that concoction will give out. Well my mood made those films seem like happy family movies to watch on a Saturday night. Yes, that's how depressed and angry and emotional I felt.

So whilst wallowing in my despair and feeling sorry for myself, I graced my mood/condition with a name: The Yellow Jelly Baby Syndrome. Think of a bag of Jelly Babies. Which are the ones that you immediately go for? The red and black ones right? So you go through the bag, picking them out until you've only got the rubbish ones left. What colour? That's right, the yellow and green ones. Some people, if they're really desperate, will go for the green ones. Because they're not that bad, but you still have to grimace while you eat them. Then there's the yellow ones. The yellow ones. The yellow babies. The unwanted ones. The ones that have been left right to the end. The ones that only those people who are absolutely past the point of desperateness go for. Sometimes, people don't even eat them. They throw them away. And those that do go for them eat them whilst thinking, wishing, they were the red or black ones. But the point of the matter is, people would rather throw them away or leave them on the side forever than actually eat them. Because they are the horrible, rubbishy, unwanted yellow ones. And if you say you like the yellow ones, you're weird (but embrace it!).

So yeah, I felt like a Yellow Jelly Baby (and that's not just because my skin can sometimes take on a slightly yellow tinge).

So I accepted the fact that I am a Yellow Jelly Baby and I wallowed in it. And as I said, I felt sorry for myself for a while. I'm out of it now a little bit. And I'm slowly starting to take on my positiveness again.

I mean, you've got to stay positive after going on a negative binge, don't you? Otherwise you'll forever be miserable and that's no fun for anybody. And  maybe one day I'll be the Red Jelly Baby to someone. You never know!

Keep Smiling, Folks!

Ditzy xXx

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I'm Covering My Ears Like a Kid. . . Because I Need Sunshine. . .

Hello there fellow crazy people!

How are you all today? So, you might recognise the lyrics above. They're taken from two different songs:

La La La by Naughty Boy ft. Sam Smith

and

I Need by Maverick Sabre

Quite deep lyrics really and not the usual happy stuff that my blog posts usually consist of. But I thought I would publish this post anyway.

So I've been in a bit of a dark place recently but don't worry, I shall refrain from going into it. However, I will say this. . .

"Negativity is the first step onto the path of destruction." (I made that quote up. And yes, I'm proud of it).

Yes ladies and gentlemen, negativity is a very bad thing. Obviously. Otherwise it wouldn't be called negativity. But anyway, what I'm trying to say is when someone tries to put you down, cover your ears. Yes, literally, cover your ears like a kid. Walk away. And find someone worth spending time with.

Most of us have at least one person there who really, truly cares for us. Yet we can be so wrapped up in our problems, so focused on getting others to try and care, that we lose sight of the ones that actually want to help us and want us to fare well. Why do we waste our time on those that don't care? Those that never will? Why do we continue to ignore the ones that love us?

Then there are those who pretend to care. They offer empty words that actually have demeaning undertones. And the annoying thing is, we know this. We know the 'advice' they give isn't real advice. We feel the bite more than we feel the so-called positive remarks. And yet we continue to stick by these ones, when we know that they'll drop us when they find something/someone better.

So people, Naughty Boy and Sam Smith have it covered. This is what we need to do when it comes to negativity. . .

"I'm covering my ears like a kid
When your words mean nothing, I go la la la
I'm turning off the volume when you speak
Cause if my heart can't stop it, I found a way to block it, I go
La la, la la la...
La la, la la la...
I found a way to block it, I go
La la, la la la...
La la, la la la..."

Now, correct me if I'm wrong but I think I speak for all of us when I quote Maverick Sabre here. . .

"I need sunshine, I need angels, I need
Something good, yeah I need
Blue skies, I need them old times,

I need something good"

Because we all deserve something good. We all deserve sunshine and blue skies (yes, even us Brits need these things. . . take note Weather!!!). We all need something good in our lives. So why oh why waste our time on those that try to drag us down. Just focus on the ones that care, the ones that love, and the stuff that makes YOU happy. Because that's all we need. . . Something good.

So again, this is supposed to be motivational with positive undertones. Not sure if that's coming across. But I'm back in my happy place! And I hope you all are too. And those who aren't, I hope you'll join me on the road to happy. Because it's a nice place to be =)

So guys, I shall see you soon. I have a rather inviting mound of coursework to get through. And then I shall munch. On some salad leaves. In my happy place. . .

Keep Smeating folks!

Ditzy xXx

P.S. . . If you find it difficult to find your happy place. . . Just imagine a T-Rex trying to clap his hands. . .


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I have a top with this printed on it haha.

Let's all take a moment to appreciate the fact that we can clap our hands. Sing it with me peeps. . . I just wanna hear you clap again, clap clap again. . . =P