Tag Archives: Emotional-quotient

It’s a GUY thing! *cough*

18 Dec

If you’re remotely feminine, you’ll relate to this post. If not, aha, I’m not posting any comments that go against my line of thought anyway, so we’re even. 😀

Women take a long time to trust even the closest of their friends with every single detail of their lives; I know this because I do, too. And when they finally confide in you, they expect you to be that solid rock, their anchor, their undying support system, their constant listening ear. You’re SO close at a point like this to becoming her sole advisor, the co-pilot of her ship during her times of havocIRRESPECTIVE of whether or not she is the type of woman who’d consider taking advice from someone such as yourself, not to belittle you or mean that offensively, of course!

The least you could probably do then would be to sit still in the backdrop of the picture that is her life. But really, ask yourself all of you masculine kinds in the world- what is it that you promptly do instead, without fail? ESCAPE. 😕

Yes, you escape. Unlike any version of you she has ever known, quite suddenly, you do not call, message or make an appearance for at least a few days; which, being a woman, I cannot fathom why. Are you trying to soak in all the drama from the day before like a ruminating cow? Or is it normal for you to have such delayed hypersensitivity to all matters relating to the heart?? Maybe, you’re simply spending time emptying out your thought processes that are smoking up wild fire by now, screaming “OVERLOAD”; I don’t know.

At her end, she glances at her cell phone and the clock on her bedroom wall on and off, wondering if she was too hasty to reveal to you, so much of what is truly important to her. She talks herself into believing that all of that information wasn’t much of a secret anyway, that anyone could have put two and two together and pieced out her story whenever they would have so desired and that re-telling her story to anyone else won’t fetch you much, 😕 even if you tried to. During stray moments in her day, she is sure that you’ve been unwell or have a profoundly critical excuse for your unacceptable callousness- you couldn’t be so sadistic without reason now, could you? With another day gone by, she prides herself on not having told you of the latest development in her life; she is NOW one up on you and you will never learn of it until an era after the completion of the event, when, if you get lucky, she will mention it to you just as carelessly.

You’ve slipped steeply from the position you had managed to reach, but in your defence, you’re clueless about this all-important detail when you randomly text her phone now saying, you’ve been out on vacation with family. Tch! Does she reply? Yes, of course; because she’s too egoistic to have you read her mind. And is she a good actress when required? 😉 Oh, she’s awesome, you bet!

Quit giving yourselves a heartache, girlies, because it’s just a guy thing! If you’d consider equating your life to a ladder, the men that matter to you do an unparalleled job of stumbling up and down it for as long as you continue to live; probably beyond, too- you can’t be too sure of that just yet, eh?!

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What to do and what not to…

24 Oct

Sometimes, I wonder- Don’t ALL people come from God? Don’t we all have a heart that still belongs to Him? 😕 😕 Why then, would anyone treat someone else worse than they’d treat a street dog? (Not that any street dog deserves to be treated badly.)

I am thinking as I question you. What is it? The arrogance of being at the paying end? The gross misconception of being more knowledgeable about all that life has to offer? The authoritativeness that stems from being born in the lap of luxury or from living in it now? The egotism that grows out of being fortunate enough to be more literate than the opposite person?? Or is it the pain and irritation of being afflicted with suffering that seemingly (in their minds) no one else understands? [VERY likely, this; but one has to be wise enough to be able to look beyond themselves after a while, at least, right??]

I understand bad behavior to a certain extent- I do. In fact, I personally encourage relieving one’s stress as and when it’s levels shoot up rather than building it all up within oneself. Everybody needs an outlet once in a while; but to see someone taking liberties with every other, only to find that none of it got followed with even a simple apology in due course, I start to question said person’s brain power, character, common sense quotient, the very basis of their existence AND their purpose in living such a disgustingly appalling life.

Several situations occur in my day when my heart wants to intervene- it tugs at me in my chest as I convince myself to walk away from the trouble I’ll land myself into; but isn’t it the right thing to do to object when you see injustice being meted out to someone before your own eyes? Or no, let me get this right- is that role meant only for the LEAD character of a hit film to play??!

My mind wants to scream out loud and say something grotesque to calm my heart just so that I’ll move on. A part of me wants to correct the situation. And then again, a third part of me argues that each person’s attitude predetermines the situations they encounter each day- that last line isn’t my personal choice of belief; however, a book I firmly swear by says it as being true, which kind of makes it difficult for me to contradict, considering that the theories in there have helped me pick myself up from the dumps plenty of times already.

You know what? I can’t write anymore. I AM going to change the system– that is all I know and God will help me with that starting now; that fact rings out loud and clear in my soul. Wish me luck! 🙂

The randomness that gets me through potholes of madness

27 Sep

Now, because I promised myself that I’d take more time to do things that I love doing and the things that make me happy, here I am, back again. Surprised?? Good!

One day prior to now, I might have received my greatest compliment in recent times. “You look just like Sharmila, my daughter… (I swear, I beamed enough to give the moon a complex.) She’s 40.” Ahem! Why yes Auntyji, thank you VERY much! That’s exactly what I needed to hear in my current state of mind, I thought. How very kind! 😀 I’m certain women read facial expressions far better than men do though and I’m right, too, because she was rather quick to top that with, “Of course, she’s much older than you.” Thank God for a higher emotional quotient in our kind, wouldn’t you say?! Phew.

Too much to do, all at once is beyond irritating; yet nothing to do is undeniably worse than a day not lived- I can assure you of that first hand- it is punishment, in my own words from the day I had to endure what I’m talking about. To think of it the way I imagine God must think of it, (if He does indeed think like me, that is ;)) we’re all just plain greedy. But then again, fulfilling work would surely make everyone feel better about a major bulk of everything in their lives, right? “Holy Lord! Does such a thing exist?” (Don’t waste time wondering about whether or not I’m still talking to you because I totally am. Look wonder-struck and question that with me.) “If it does exist, dear God, please know that I’m standing pretty much first in line in search of my tour guide. Seriously. Thank you. Yours truly, ME. P.S. No, I am not complaining and I still think of you as my friend.” As for you guys, don’t copy my lines when you pray because honestly, I’d rather that you be second, third or fourth in line. Deal?

Yesterday evening, I happened to see a middle-aged man walking on a busy street in fluorescent yellow pants and a light checkered shirt. 🙂 Yep! You can laugh first because I did, too. No, he did not look mentally unwell. Did he care about who thought what of him? Not that I could tell. Did he want to look better than every other teenage kid in town? I don’t think so. Did he look like he was cribbing about a more respected life that God probably hadn’t chosen for him just yet? Not really. Do I know him? No. Will I ever see him again? Most likely, not. But he taught me to feel beautiful in myself. That one sighting of him changed at least a few pages in the story of my life. I’m grateful.