Expectations

I think highly of the people in my life. I have been told that I have high expectations of them. And, I guess to a degree I do. I expect the most out of my people because I demand the most out of me. This practice has not always been beneficial to me. It's impossible to expect everyone to do what I want them to do. We are not the same people. It is such a hard habit to break though.

There are things I do that are just a part of my dna. I am the woman who never forgets birthdays. I'll always contact (via text, call, FB) a friend on their day. I am the Hallmark queen. I live for greeting cards. I think that a person should definitely be celebrated on their day. It's important. I will definitely reach out to check up on people. I just believe that all relationships needs to be nurtured. It does make me sad when those simple issues are not reciprocated. If you care for someone, you should let them know. It's just nice to be thought of. To know that someone out there cares enough to see how you are. Maybe my expectations are too high. I just don't believe that it takes much to let people know that they are on your mind or that they matter. But that's just me.

I know that I can sometimes be sort of high strung. I don't necessarily believe its me being stuck up though. I am very settled in many of my opinions. I know what I like, what I believe and what I can be convinced of. I expect a person to be the same way with me that I am with them. It's just that simple. I am a big fan of reciprocity. It's something so small but it means so much to a woman like me. Give me the same respect that I give you. Show me the same courtesy that I show you. It's a practice I think everyone should get in to.

The reality is this, if you show me that I don't matter I will forever remember. It does break my heart a little when people don't live up to my expectations. My tough girl exterior protects my soft heart. My feelings get hurt but I deal. My expectations and standards may be high. I can't see myself lowering them for anyone. It makes me me. I expect no less than what I put out. Reciprocity is wanted and welcomed here.

Spoiled Little La Girl

I admit it. I am spoiled. But I'm not a brat though. I blame my parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles for this. I am the first grandchild on my Mom's side. I was spoiled from birth. I basically got away with murder. They let me have my way far too often. They indulged my wants, needs, and desires as a kid. Being spoiled is just a part of my charm. I am who I am because of it.

As an adult, I can honestly say I'm still spoiled. I spoil myself now. I'm not waiting on any one to give me anything. I want what I want when I want it. I know that I'm the person who has to make moves so that can happen. I like to indulge in a few things. I'm never cheap with myself. I love me. And I know that I'm the only person responsible for me. So I take care of me. Being spoiled as a child has influenced me in my adult life. I've been accused of being spoiled on more than one occasion. I like to get my way. I see nothing wrong with that at all. Especially if I'm not waiting around for someone to do it for me.

I was only spoiled to a certain extent. There was never an indulging in things that were deemed overboard. My parents set the foundation for the way I deserved and should be treated. They gave me high standards to live up to and expect from others. I will never be ashamed of that. So yes, I am spoiled. But I am definitely not a brat. How about you? Could spoiling a child ruin the adult they become? How much is too much? I need to know. Let's discuss it all below.