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Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me.

Do we still believe in that?
Last week I had a heated verbal altercation with one of my housemates regarding noise at night. Finally tired to the loud noises of fornication (LOL) and the other housemate bringing pals back for a party until well after three in the morning, I tried to convince my housemate to come to a compromise on a “noise curfew”.
My housemate point blank said no.

He said:
“You’re not the only person living here

“Not everything is about you”

“The world doesn’t revolve around you”

The last person to say that about me was my mother.

When more than one person says the same thing to you, your brain latches onto that repetition; are they right? Am I really so self involved?

All I wanted was a noise curfew because I’m working seven days a week. I’m working and training to be a teacher, plus finishing the last modules of part one of my master’s degree. On top of that I’m still battling with uncontrolled seizures as well as possible bipolar.

I am planning to move, therefore the compromise was to keep noise to a minimum after 11pm until I move out in the next month or so.

My housemate told me to fuck off, while the other one who partied until after 3pm hasn’t even spoken to me since, let alone offered an apology. So even absent words can be just as harmful as those thrown into your face.

Sticks and stones don’t break my bones but words have broken my mind.


My body remains on the sidelines watching, while my mind roams around the room, taking in the world around her. I am a wallflower. There could be two reasons for this: It could be due to me being an introvert or just that I am a Cancerian! I’m Cece Alexandra and I am so honoured that you’ve been led to delve into my thoughts here in this blog! I would describe myself as a Wallflower which is why I use words to express my deepest – and sometimes darkest - thoughts. Words have always been my strongest method of expressing myself. Growing up I always wanted to be a writer, however life and circumstances chipped away at my confidence until there was nothing left. Without words, I could no longer express myself. I am also Epileptic. Since being diagnosed, I have realised that my deepest fear is the day I am finally on my deathbed, haunted by the overwhelming regret that I never achieved my God-given potential. This realisation forced me to take a step of faith and put myself out there. Yes it makes me vulnerable, however within the process I not only want to be an inspiration to myself; I want to be an inspiration to other women – to be whatever you want to be. Embrace the fear and doubt and utilise that as the fuel you need to push through! Life is for living to the fullest. Life is for loving, for living true to yourself and to the people around you. Life however, can also be crippling, dark and overwhelming. But you are not alone. This thought alone is what will help you get up from the ground.

2 thoughts on “Sticks and Stones

  1. People can be so unbelievably selfish, and you are not the one being selfish here. Rude, obnoxious people! I would expect a little more understanding from your mother. No, you are not the center of the universe, but a little consideration is not too much to ask. You need to find your own space.

    1. Thank you so much Heather. It’s funny how looking after yourself has become the new definition for selfish. It’s also funny that when you’re so busy looking after other people you’re everybody’s best friend and as soon as you need to take time for yourself you’re the biggest Judas since Judas himself! Haha people are strange….

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