Post by Bindy Trent on Feb 15, 2017 23:54:03 GMT -5
Valentine’s Day had come and gone and with it too many Americans had wasted money and sentiments trying to use a specific date to prove to their significant others their emotions had REAL meaning on this date, more than any others. With that meant in the following days of the wake of this holiday always left store shelves full of boxes of chocolates never sent, now marked with big red tags, prices reduced in order to make room for the next rush of capitalist merchandise.
Now while Bindy was all about shrugging materialism and stupid holidays, she was also all about cheap candy. That was why it would surprise no one who knew her well that she was today found in a local drug store, knocking whatever confectionery goodies off the shelf into her cart which she was pushing their seasonal aisle.
»BINDY«
Did you all catch what Benny said about me? I mean, the part where he said that it’s like me, him, Dare, and Fantana who are the big names of the Resilience Division. I’m not always one to toot my own horn but if someone else wants to pay me a swell confident …
Her latte toned, apple shaped cheeks darkened with a slight blush.
»BINDY«
I’m not gonna turn it down! Honestly, it feels good knowing that more of my coworkers see me as a legitimate presence in AWE. It’s not an easy thing to earn some form of respect in this business, especially when you’re someone like uh … myself. So thanks Benny, I think you’re pretty cool too and it means a lot that you think that highly of me. In some regards that is, there was all the other stuff too that wasn’t quite as complimentary.
It’s not at all a common mistake to think that because I don’t let my losses eat me up and turn me into a tightly wound bundle of woe and sadness that I’m pretending to be someone that I’m not. Yeah, some losses do hurt, but why should I focus my attention on that? I don’t want to become a wrestler who’s constantly so entrenched in the negative of their life and career that I just end up turning into one of those morbid types who comes down to the ring to Cannibal Corpse. I mean, no offense to those that live that lifestyle. You do you! It’s just not for me.
I present myself as the Bindy I want to be. I put myself out there as the person I try everyday to continue to become, even if sometimes I have to struggle to be completely okay with something. You know what that is called? It’s called being an adult. Most people don’t like getting up and going to work, they don’t like paying their bills, or doing taxes, but they do it because it has to be done. To me, that’s what being positive and trying to set a good example out there is. It’s what needs to be done, so I put on my Big Girl Bindy Bloomers and do it.
From the corner of her eye she spotted a jumbo bag of Starburst, just the red and pink, appropriately themed for the holiday. As she reached to grab it Bindy winced, and then raised her opposite arm to rub her shoulder which was sore from some recent bouts of training.
»BINDY«
Because you see, it’s not my attitude that I’m going to use to beat you Benny. It’s these, as my good friend Ana would call them, sick kicks-
She leaned over and lightly smacked her hand against her shins through her jeans.
»BINDY«
And these well thrown ‘bows.
Next she cupped her hands against her elbows, with a soft audible ‘clap.’
»BINDY«
And then finally it’s going to be with my most valuable asset.
She tapped a finger against her temple.
»BINDY«
I’ve already said that I have something to prove with this fight, but now I know I’m in the right mental state to head into it and that’s actually in part thanks to you Benny. Knowing that you hold me in such good esteem puts a little pep in my step. Because if my opponent believes in me, heck, how can I not be confident in myself regardless of what happened at the last show?
With her cart already in possession of several bags of candy, as well as a few boxes of chocolate on any other day she would have felt bad picking up another bag of heart shaped Reese’s cups and throwing them on top. But not today. Today Bindy was rewarding herself for just being, well, herself. As she rolled her way towards the checkout line she did at least pause to grab herself the least sad looking banana available out of a small basket of fruit that was set up near the front of the store, which she pointed toward the camera.
»BINDY«
Everything in moderation of course, Benny. And yes, that even includes my confidence when facing you.
She reached the cashier, a young man, either in high school or fresh out of it who looked at her large purchase of candy that she piled up at his register.
CASHIER
Lonely Valentine’s Day?
He awkwardly joked, rightly guessing at her relationship status from the purchase. It would surprise no one that Bindy was not the first lady to come in today and make such a purpose. Her response however was the first of its sort the man received.
»BINDY«
Maybe. You offering to help change all that for me, big boy?
His acne speckled cheeks turned as red as the bags of sweets he was ringing up in response to Bindy’s playful flirting. Maybe it wasn’t as virtuous as visiting sick kids in a hospital, but at least she had managed to put a little light in some young soul’s life today with her actions.
Now while Bindy was all about shrugging materialism and stupid holidays, she was also all about cheap candy. That was why it would surprise no one who knew her well that she was today found in a local drug store, knocking whatever confectionery goodies off the shelf into her cart which she was pushing their seasonal aisle.
»BINDY«
Did you all catch what Benny said about me? I mean, the part where he said that it’s like me, him, Dare, and Fantana who are the big names of the Resilience Division. I’m not always one to toot my own horn but if someone else wants to pay me a swell confident …
Her latte toned, apple shaped cheeks darkened with a slight blush.
»BINDY«
I’m not gonna turn it down! Honestly, it feels good knowing that more of my coworkers see me as a legitimate presence in AWE. It’s not an easy thing to earn some form of respect in this business, especially when you’re someone like uh … myself. So thanks Benny, I think you’re pretty cool too and it means a lot that you think that highly of me. In some regards that is, there was all the other stuff too that wasn’t quite as complimentary.
It’s not at all a common mistake to think that because I don’t let my losses eat me up and turn me into a tightly wound bundle of woe and sadness that I’m pretending to be someone that I’m not. Yeah, some losses do hurt, but why should I focus my attention on that? I don’t want to become a wrestler who’s constantly so entrenched in the negative of their life and career that I just end up turning into one of those morbid types who comes down to the ring to Cannibal Corpse. I mean, no offense to those that live that lifestyle. You do you! It’s just not for me.
I present myself as the Bindy I want to be. I put myself out there as the person I try everyday to continue to become, even if sometimes I have to struggle to be completely okay with something. You know what that is called? It’s called being an adult. Most people don’t like getting up and going to work, they don’t like paying their bills, or doing taxes, but they do it because it has to be done. To me, that’s what being positive and trying to set a good example out there is. It’s what needs to be done, so I put on my Big Girl Bindy Bloomers and do it.
From the corner of her eye she spotted a jumbo bag of Starburst, just the red and pink, appropriately themed for the holiday. As she reached to grab it Bindy winced, and then raised her opposite arm to rub her shoulder which was sore from some recent bouts of training.
»BINDY«
Because you see, it’s not my attitude that I’m going to use to beat you Benny. It’s these, as my good friend Ana would call them, sick kicks-
She leaned over and lightly smacked her hand against her shins through her jeans.
»BINDY«
And these well thrown ‘bows.
Next she cupped her hands against her elbows, with a soft audible ‘clap.’
»BINDY«
And then finally it’s going to be with my most valuable asset.
She tapped a finger against her temple.
»BINDY«
I’ve already said that I have something to prove with this fight, but now I know I’m in the right mental state to head into it and that’s actually in part thanks to you Benny. Knowing that you hold me in such good esteem puts a little pep in my step. Because if my opponent believes in me, heck, how can I not be confident in myself regardless of what happened at the last show?
With her cart already in possession of several bags of candy, as well as a few boxes of chocolate on any other day she would have felt bad picking up another bag of heart shaped Reese’s cups and throwing them on top. But not today. Today Bindy was rewarding herself for just being, well, herself. As she rolled her way towards the checkout line she did at least pause to grab herself the least sad looking banana available out of a small basket of fruit that was set up near the front of the store, which she pointed toward the camera.
»BINDY«
Everything in moderation of course, Benny. And yes, that even includes my confidence when facing you.
She reached the cashier, a young man, either in high school or fresh out of it who looked at her large purchase of candy that she piled up at his register.
CASHIER
Lonely Valentine’s Day?
He awkwardly joked, rightly guessing at her relationship status from the purchase. It would surprise no one that Bindy was not the first lady to come in today and make such a purpose. Her response however was the first of its sort the man received.
»BINDY«
Maybe. You offering to help change all that for me, big boy?
His acne speckled cheeks turned as red as the bags of sweets he was ringing up in response to Bindy’s playful flirting. Maybe it wasn’t as virtuous as visiting sick kids in a hospital, but at least she had managed to put a little light in some young soul’s life today with her actions.