Tag Archives: Pride

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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Self-pride v/s The ways of the world

25 Jun

So much happens through high-strung connections in the world; be it getting into the perfect college, landing an interview, bagging a job, settling into a cushy career, snapping up exclusive business-deals, obtaining freebies (haha, 🙂 yes that too!) or finding a random associate of a friend’s distant, unheard-of relative who’ll lead you to just the thing you need.

I know there are people who’ll say, “What’s the point of having friends and family who won’t be there for you when you actually need the support, the guidance or the gentle push?” I am aware that most of them think of aid as just a smooth landing onto their initial platform; beyond which they’re on their own. That’s true and amounts to a great start, if you’re okay with it.

I’ll confess. I’m guilty of having accepted assistance when I’ve been in desperate conditions, myself. Whether I asked for it or not, help was at hand and was received. I can soften my heart when it comes to me and say, “Oh, it was a very small favor.” No, it wasn’t! No help is too small or too big; it is just right for the moment. Or I could say, “God placed them there for me at the right time.” Maybe. That answer, matter-of-factly, soothes my senses.

Yes, one might return the favor someday or do something else to show their sincere gratitude; I’m not here to debate on what is the better thing to do.

I’m just asking myself, “Would my pride permit me to accept help when I haven’t earned it on my own merit?” They say that, at times, you’ve got to drop your ego aside and just ask. Is it too small a deal- the asking? Really? Why does my heart not think so?

I know why I like doing things on my own, actually. It isn’t an ego issue or worse, if you’re thinking, a superiority complex. If you know me, you won’t even doubt that. I just like being able to face the mirror at the end of my day, to look myself in the eye and say, “Girl, you did it! And I am proud!” 🙂 I wouldn’t trade that feeling for anything in the world.

Would you call that being too principled or too vain? I don’t know.