Tonight I discovered something about myself. The date I was born was the same day that Cleopatra committed suicide (well not same year of course Cleopatra did her thing way back 30 BC).
I was reading about her and caught myself both fascinated and appalled by her hedonistic approach for power. She slept with great men and seduced them to love her and carry her to the throne. Well she did offer herself in a red carpet--worked for Caesar. Worked for Mark Anthony (her boyfriend after the death of Caesar, her ex). She even married her brothers! And this woman wasn't known with her physical attributes, it was her cunning, charm, sharpness that made her the most endearing woman in her time. Cleopatra. The greatest strategist, if I may say. Too good, that she orchestrated her own death. She had an asp (Egyptian cobra) brought in to her where she gave way to two venomous punctures after a great meal. What a planner.
Cleopatra and I: not nearly the same. Queen of The Nile vs Queen of Denial. What she knew and how she knew to get what she knew is a contrast to what I don't know and don't know how to get what I don't know. Where she never stopped to get what she wanted I never stopped to think of what I couldn't get. For every right man she loved was a wrong guy I've dated. She died when I lived. Besides, I could never ask for an asp but who knows maybe I just might roll myself in red carpet. (*wink*)
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