Seeing as yesterday I was called this THREE times, I am going to address this issue once and for all.
I AM NOT HIGH MAINTENANCE
Seriously.
I am only as high maintenance as allowed to be.
How could it possibly be my fault if you allow me to be that way? Who wouldn't want to push the buttons to see how far they can get away with? I am a master manipulator, people. It's how the lord programmed my brain and I try to take advantage of those gifts he bestowed upon me (well I kind of try to stay away from the over abundance of pride and stubbornness. I really think I got seconds on those). High Maintenance. I don't even know what that means, really. Is it such a crime that I know what I want and will settle for nothing less? Some of you people need to follow in my footsteps because WoW! Some of your significant others. . . well, I will be nice.
So the moral of the story kiddies, I am not high maintenance. You just have low-standards.
And I just read at wiktionary the definition of high maintenance *officially* (because remember everything you read on the internet is true!) :
Adjective
high-maintenance
Describes a system which requires a high degree of maintenance to ensure proper functioning and without which it is likely to break down.
(figuratively) A person who requires a lot of attention.
He has this incredibly high-maintenance girlfriend; if he doesn't tell her that he loves her every five minutes, she tends to break down into hysterical depressive weepy fits.
Ok. THAT is crap. I'm not that girl. Attention must be paid to me, but THAT sounds like a 12 year old girl who didn't have a lot of daddy-time growing up and a guy who had too much mommy-time to put up with it. All I ask is that I am recognized for my fabulousness. That. is. all. (and sooo not too much to ask, btw
Antonyms
low-maintenance
Synonyms
figurative: expensive
YET AGAIN! I am only as expensive as I am allowed to be. I do not live beyond my means, I can pay for everything that I buy and I am on a budget right now (No comments from the peanut gallery, thank you!). How is THAT a problem? And if you want to buy me that nice diamond ring, its not my fault you have to go into debt for it! I didn't ask for it! Its something you wanted to do. So, how is it my fault??
See also
brittle Ok. I am not brittle, or at least I only pretend to be.
finicky
WHAT AN AMAZING WORD!! I dub this my word of the week! I am finicky. Especially when I'm eating and there is stuff in my food that I don't like.
temperamental
I have medication to control this, thank you.
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Ok. Maybe I am.
JUST a little.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Kinda like a car. High Maintenance = CLASSIC!
Posted by .Nicotine.Queen. at 3:20 PM
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Well, I have to go by the evidence of Your blog. You do appear to be fabulous. So what's wrong with acknowledging it?
The hardest thing in the world for me to do is to persuade the gorgeous Angel who married me, that She is indeed beautiful and that I would love to hear Her say it about Herself now and then.
I wish I could get Her a talking mirror. Perhaps his opinion combined with mine might finally get through to Her.
And high maintenance? C'mon. It is the nature of real men to indulge their Ladies until their wallets scream for mercy. I love spending my paltry paycheck on my Lady, I honestly do. I wish there was more of it for Her.
To see Her want something and then to put it into Her pretty hands, is a bigger turn-on for me than any old strip club show.
And Ladies should enjoy being indulged, and take it as far as is possible to do so.
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