Humans and their feelings

You know that feeling when you meet someone new, and you like them, they like you but then comes the moment when you learn about the ex. The ex that ruined that said person that you like. And after this comes all the drama with: I was different before it happened, I was a sweet, innocent little child, but they’ve ruined me, they broke my heart, so from now on I’m this cruel bitch that has to punish everyone else for someone else’s mistake and madness.

Well, I think that’s just a load of crap. So, you trusted someone that let you down, so they broke your heart, now tell me all about how you can never trust in people again, and how you’ll never love again. Bullshit! I think that you’re just that cold-hearted, that the person that “broke” you actually helped you to show your real self, or, you’re just that weak and afraid that you think because someone made you feel sad and cry yourself to sleep many nights, you have the right to fuck other people up.

No, that doesn’t give you any rights what-so-ever. The only thing that you can do, is man up and make sure next time you won’t be as stupid as before. If someone broke your heart, cry, send them ugly messages or just ignore them. Don’t take it out on someone that might actually like you and would try their best to fix your heart. Don’t play with other people’s feelings, because that way, you’ll ruin them, and they will go around and do the same thing to others and at the end of it all, we’ll be just a small planet full of heartbroken, bitchy, mean old people. Come to think of it… we already are!

It’s hard to put yourself out there again, I know, been there, done that, but I’m still not the kind of person that just hurts other people just because someone else hurt me when I wasn’t paying attention and I was busy falling in love. You get over it, you learn something and you find someone else that you like. You pay more attention to detail, heck, you might even want to try something new like: communication. Well, now that’s a thought! Communication! Wow, if someone had ever thought about it before! Yeah, try to talk to the person next to you, don’t be afraid you might scare them away, because if you do, guess what: it wasn’t meant to be (or something to that effect).

I know you’re afraid to end up alone, but really now, would you rather have a life full of arguments and fights than one without a fuss? Yeah, yeah, of course you’ll choose the worst one. Oh well, I tried…

We try too much to find that special someone that we actually forget that they have to be what we like, and not something we just make peace with because it’s too hard to find the one that’s supposed to be ours. Yeah, it’s hard, but it’s like working on a sculpture, or a painting, or a book, or anything like that, it’s hard work, but it comes out the way we want and it’s good. So why settle for something with more flaws and less qualities just because it’s easier?

We complicate the things that are supposed to be simple and we simplify the things that are supposed to be complicated. Life shouldn’t be upside down!

No, you don’t

You don’t know me. You think you do, but you don’t. You expect me to be something I’m not, you expect some things of me that are not in my nature. You think that what is normal to you has to be normal for me too. Well, I’m here to let you know that you’re wrong. Yeah, that’s right, I said it: you’re wrong. That happens even if you don’t want to admit it, and even more, it happens a lot to you. You just don’t see it; you’re just that much of a narcissist.

You don’t like me. You think you do, but you don’t. Because let’s face it, not knowing me implies that what you like about me is fake, is something you created by yourself, so, in conclusion not true. How can you say you like someone when every time they say something you disagree, no matter what it is, and especially when it’s a personal opinion? Judging and throwing stones at the person you say you like doesn’t show much likeness, does it? Liking someone just because you want to like someone is also not a good path to walk on. Why change a person just because your version of that said person is different? No, I’m sorry, but if you like me, then you like me because I am me and you like me in spite of my flaws and because, damn it, I do have some qualities.

Before you say some things and before you judge someone, try to think about it, try some alternatives to the question: why doesn’t it happen as I want it to? Maybe because you’re imagining things are not there, maybe because that specific person doesn’t feel the way you want them to, maybe… so many maybes. You know, contrary to popular belief, sometimes it is good to over think things, and no, not only in your own interest, sometimes, only sometimes, it’s good to get your head out of your butt and stop assuming you’re some sort of a God… and sometimes, only sometimes, it’s good to understand that things can go wrong even if you try your best to make them go right…

That moment

Growing older and realizing that you haven’t actually changed much from when you were an adolescent. Beginning to see that even if you’ve been through so much, you’re still childish, still not able to make sense of the things that surround you, still not understanding that people see you different than you think they do.

Growing older and realizing that everyone that’s the same age as you are keep moving on with their lives, keep going on the path society creates for each and everyone of us. Except you… And in that moment you feel that nothing you did means anything, that all these years spent alive did not make a difference, that the things you went through did not help you grow up. That annoying moment when you realize you have no idea how to act or talk to people, that stupid moment when you see that the thing that ruined everything in every human contact you had all these years, was always… you…

Growing older and seeing that you have no idea how to react in a relationship, that you have no idea how to keep a conversation going, that what you thought to be smart was smart ages ago… That you were supposed to live in another time, decades ago, before you were born.

That moment when you are lying in bed thinking about everything, that moment when you have so many thoughts going through your head and you are not able to make sense of any of them. That moment when you realize that you have to change the way you think, the way you talk, the way you dress, the way you are just because people expect you to be they way everyone one else is. That moment when you realize that it’s your only way of survival in this cruel jungle that we call life, but, at the end of it all, you can’t change, or better yet, you don’t want to. Because, let’s face it, we all enjoy a bit of metaphorical pain from now and then…

That moment when other people don’t give you the benefit of a doubt because their impression about you was already created and can’t be changed, just because in real life, there is no “Undo” button… That moment when you try to fill the void with denial…

I hate that moment…

Reality check

You know those movies, with the girls that are always fooled by guys with lame pick up lines or lame compliments? You know, the kind of girls that giggle whenever someone tells them they are beautiful, or cute or whatever else adjective you might think of. And you know how you always think: how dumb can you be? That’s obviously just a line to get you into bed. And let’s be serious, who does that in real life, or better yet, who falls for that in real life?

And you are more than sure that you could never fall for that, cuz you just have more experience and you are definitely smarter. But what happens when you realize that you’ve just been played? Exactly like the girls in the movies? What happens then? Nothing happens; you just shut down and stop anyone else that tries to get inside you…r heart.

And so, you end up all alone and sad and victimizing yourself, telling yourself that you are not the one to blame, that guys are all pigs and that you will never ever love again. But then you come around and your decision changes with the first cute guy that smiles at you. Oh silly girl, don’t you know it will happen all over again? But how can you resist that charming smile, those dark, deep eyes. Oh well, at least you’ll get to walk him over town and enjoy the envious looks of other girls for a short amount of time. Because, even though you’re easy to impress, you still have your pride. And at the end of it all, that’s worth all the pain and tears when it’s all over, right? Right? …

Life is not what you want it to be… Life is not a fairytale…

 

 

Something to say

Some people can’t seem to understand the idea of a blog. People, let’s make it clear: a blog is an online journal. Being my own blog, I write what the fuck I want on it, because it is mine. You don’t like what I write? You don’t find it interesting? Something I said bugs you? Well, if you want to criticize, at least do it with style. In case you don’t have that ability and as long as no one has you tied up to a chair and making you read it, I should introduce you to my friend: the red X button. He resides in the right upper corner of your screen. Use it from time to time, it might help you get a life.

I know, I know, I should just ignore people like these, but you know what? I’m so sick of all the stupidity in some people that I just had to say something. Oh, and yes, I do not approve all comments, why you ask? Well, the same damn reason: it’s MY blog!

In conclusion: All stupid people should refrain themselves from any comments or thoughts (that is if they have any)!