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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?!

When the Doctor needs a Doctor

24 Sep

It’s important for me to write this piece, today. Reason: I don’t like that the archives on both my blogs have nothing to boast of in the month of September. This can’t be! How did this happen to me?? Ah! Never mind! (because I want to defend myself. :D) I want to mention the innumerable times in this gap, when I’ve formed posts in my head, only to see them getting washed over by the waves of the next emotion I’d happen to experience. (Note to self- I need to be able to blog on the go, soon enough.) It’s a pity that happened, but I’m still here and that’s all that matters to make sure this story struts along happily to the finish!

Time has fatigued me in the past month or so and made me feel more like a worn-out wash-cloth awaiting it’s long due rinse in its shiny new bubble bath that it oh-so-truly deserves. Am I cribbing? Oh-oh. Ahem! Not; not at all in fact. (Liar me! ;)) I’m just soaking in my spare moments, giving myself a hearty pat on my back and telling myself, “Girl, you’ve done well! You’ve done so incredibly well! And I am so very proud of you!” True, this.

It’s crazy. Life is crazy; if you allow yourself to melt into the background of your own narrative. Stamp your face like a watermark on every single page of every little chapter there is in there and remind yourself of who ought to be calling the cards each day. What does it matter what anyone else says, thinks or feels? What do YOU feel? Why do you feel a certain thing? What can you do to better it for yourself? It ain’t impossible. No! It ain’t.

Look at me. I feel the need to work on my confidence and presentation. (We’re all beautiful- we just need to be able to see it in ourselves and trying is where ALL the success is.) I am teaching myself a lesson in being more forthright, while understanding that it doesn’t take away from me, my niceness. It is okay to feel vulnerable when someone critiques you; yet it’s important to be grateful for all they’ve bothered telling you, to still continue to see them in good light, to become better in your thoughts if you are to bring about any change in your behavior at all due to what you’ve now learnt and to appreciate yourself for remaining classy through it all, without getting your dirty linen out in public to beat the grime out of- that’s what I’m busy engraving into my skull.

Bring the love back into your lives, people! I know I have begun to. 🙂 And it’s bound to be a miracle. Let’s do this! [I will be back sooner than you’re thinking, by the way! Caught ya!! 😀 Quit judging, will you?!]