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Nadia, will you marry me?

Dear Optimists,

I often look through which search engines terms led to this little optimistic spot on the interwebs. Most of them are quite ordinary. Such as “how do girls pee”, “meaning for optimistic rocker”, and “flavour of optimistic persons” (!?).

But my personal favourite is “Nadia, will you marry me?”.

I’m very curious about who went on Google and typed in those words to end up here. It’s probably Den pranking me, and not Boyfriend finding new, creative ways of proposing to me, as one might think…

But a girl can dream, right?

Love,
Nadia.

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Hug a teddy

Dear Optimists,
Every day we struggle to find happiness and boost our self-esteem. We build optimism gradually, with willpower and, of course, smiles.
But years of work can be destroyed in a single night. A single phrase, commen or facial expression can shatter every self-confidence we have and drown our good mood into a storm of negativity.
Yes, it’s hard to stay optimistic. But it doesn’t mean we should give up. We should start to build everything again… but not without support and affection, which can effectively come from a hug – with a huge fluffy teddy bear!!!
So who said that lonely people could not have a hug as well?
In hard times, teddy bears (or whatever teddy animal you love) can really help. Believe a 16-year-old teenage girl. Haha.
So next time you’re sad, hug a teddy bear. It’s the next best thing to a hug from a loved one!
Love,
An Evil Nymph.

Waiting for Spring

Dear Optimists,

Even though I love Autumn, and adore the icecold Winter Wonderland we’ve been experiencing here in Denmark; I can’t wait for Spring.

It’s gorgeous to see everything starting to bloom, wonderful to breathe in the smell of Spring time, and to look at all the different animals and bugs that wake up and come out to play.

Except for one bug, of course.

I’m so scared of butterflies that my drawing lines become thicker!

So, Optimists, what animal/bug is your least favourite?

Love,
Nadia.

P.S. You have no idea how long it took me to draw up that scary thing! What I don’t do for you, dear Optimists.

Guest Post Wednesday: Waxing – What beauty feels like

Dear Optimists,

We women know it. We’ve all tried it.

The “Winter Syndrome”.

Where it’s been a little too long since you have become acquainted with a shaver, which is pretty darn obvious when you look at your legs and wonder if you’re Big Foot. I often suffer from that syndrome.

One day back in July, I was sitting in the sun, reading my women’s magazine – and there it was.


An ad and a free sample for some sort of wax strips, which was kind of perfect since earlier that day I had found a case of off-season Winter Syndrome on my legs. Looked like fur.

So I grabbed the wax strip and started reading the instructions. It was, after all, my first time “waxing”.

1. Heat the strip between your hands for 5 seconds. Pull the strips gently apart. “No problem,” I thought to myself. “Consider it done.”
2. Press the strip onto the skin with the wax side down, and smooth it for approximately 5 seconds, rubbing in the direction of the hair growth. Easy! It actually feels kind of nice…


3. Immediately thereafter (immediately!? F**k! I read a text while waiting! Oh well…) Hold that area of skin taut with one hand, and then get a firm grip on the bottom of the strip with the other. Keeping the strip as close to the skin as possible, pull it off quickly, making sure to move against the direction of hair growth. Nooo problem! I’m quick as a ninja! So I grab the wax strip, make one quick pull…


AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUCH!!! Holy Mother of Jesus Christ! Are they trying to kill me!? Seriously!? Oh dear God, I can’t look at my leg… I’m sure that least half of my skin is missing…

Okay, okay… I do it… I look down, at… oh. Would you look at that. My leg has never been more smooth… So soft…
I’d better hurry down to buy a package, while being thankful for I didn’t try a Brazilian.

Love,
Mette of the Danish blog Tanketorsken (Danish for inadvertent mistake)

Guest Post: Shit happens

Dear Optimists,

Shit happens.

I hate to burst the happy bubbles that some of you may be living in, but ’tis a fact of life: Shit. Happens.

My shit for the day?

I just lost my job.

For those who don’t know (i.e. everyone), I was working at a motel, both as a receptionist and as a waitress in its restaurant. But the other night, I went in to start my shift and was faced with the harsh reality that I was now unemployed.

Okay, “harsh” isn’t the right word. In a nutshell, the situation was that my boss’ son, having suffered an injury that was preventing him from returning to work, was to be given my job. He is available 24/7; I am a humble university student who shall always put my studies first. Ergo: Jobless Jess.

My co-workers weren’t exactly happy with the news and were saddened to see me go; I had to reassure my boss that there were no hard feelings, as she seemed near tears; oh yes, you could taste the devastation in the air.

But you know what? Shit happens. And sometimes when shit happens, all you can do is say, “Bugger, eh?” and get on with it. Because every cloud has a silver lining. It’s always darkest before the dawn. Everything happens for a reason. [Error: Cliché No#4 Not Found.]


It is official – I have no job. Bugger, eh?

But I’ve had my whinge, and I feel better. Anybody else want to rant about their “Bugger, eh?” moments? It is rather cathartic.

On another note…

…Anybody looking to hire?

Love,
Love The [Unemployed] Bad Guy (Jess)