Men are stupid and women are crazy
“Here's all you have to know about men and women: women are crazy, men are stupid. And the main reason women are crazy is that men are stupid.”― George Carlin
100% true. Men do not know what they have to lose until they have lost it and women spend years chasing some pipe dream of a man that when they finally get one, they don't want him anymore.
I can only do real life examples here and all of my examples are based on my personal experience. Man treats woman shitty. Woman tells man numerous times. Woman tries to walk away several times but because there are feelings still attached to her heart pump, she cannot. Man takes advantage. Woman finally leaves. Man realizes what he has and changes for the better. Woman takes him back. Woman now is too broken to function in that relationship and it's too late. Woman wants some time away. Man cannot handle time away. She's jealous. He's jealous. She doesn't trust him because he lied. He doesn't trust her because he thinks she lied. She's crazy. He's stupid. Man cries. Woman cries.
No happy ending.
Like seriously!? Only in the movies does he come back and she lives with the hurt like it never happened. Only in the movies does she forgive him for the last time and seems to forget about all those times he broke her heart. People, this isn't the movies. This is the real world with real, actual heartache. I don't know honestly why they don't make a movie to depict what happens after that glorious epiphany when they realize they love each other. The screen always goes black at the kiss. You assume they live happily ever after. Just once, I want the screen to come back on, the words "three months later" flash across the screen and the woman is yelling "Who the hell was that new girl on Facebook? Let me see your phone. Who is texting you this late? What happened while we were broken up? I can't believe you hurt me so many times. I'm the same girl I've been and NOW you decide to love me?" or the guy yelling and screaming about how she needs to delete every man in her life except her father from Facebook and stop talking to them because he is trying to "build their trust back", giving her ultimatums that it's "them or him" or just generally not give a crap about what friendship means to her.
If it's gotten to that point, then it will never work. Especially if two people don't know each other and don't even know why they fell in love. Isn't that misery? I don't know what's worse. Being without the person you love or feeling like you have to lose yourself in order to be with them. I thought love was the full acceptance of that individual and all of their bullshit. I understand compromise. We've all done it. But when does the art of compromise become compromising to WHO YOU ARE?!
Found another great quote online. "Not all relationship break-ups are mutually agreed upon. Sometimes (or often) it's one person that chooses to exit. If the other person resists that process it can be very painful for both parties. It's important to recognize that adult relationships are voluntary and, except in the case of organized marriages in some cultures, no-one should ever feel obligated to stay in a relationship with another person if they have a heartfelt desire to be free of that relationship."
Just remember that relationships go through very difficult stages where one or both parties might want out. But given a little time and space, they may decide to work it out and stay in it for the long haul. Sometimes there is hope.
Day 31: Memory
Day 31: A vivid memory
My memories recently are not the greatest things in the world because so much bad has happened in such a short time that the only thing I remember are the sad moments.
I have many memories I can remember but none are really worth blogging about and some are kind of private. I feel like if you guys are going to keep reading I need to keep it PG-13 up in this bitch. By saying bitch, it's totally not PG-13 anymore, but who cares? If I think really hard about it, I can at least come up with one.
I remember the day I arrived in Spain. I was up all night. I just couldn't sleep. I was so excited to make my dream come true.
I picked up my packed belongings from my sister's bedroom floor and on my step-dad and I went. He drove me and of course lectured me for the hour drive about how to be safe abroad in a foreign country. I kept thinking "wait, we are foreign as well. I'll be fine," but he kept talking so I kept listening.
I arrived at the airport and met with my group of friends.You can see the scared looks on our faces but we were keeping them at bay. We were too excited. Whatever happens, happens. We marched forward through security and settled in at the gate.
We boarded the plane and after a LONG trip, we landed in Barcelona. The moment the double doors opened and I exited the airport, I took a deep breath of the fresh Barcelona air and fell in love. It was the best experience of my life.
After we got off the plane, we took a bus to La Garriga where we would be staying. It was a small, little town outside of Barcelona but it had such personality.
I will never forget the ice cream bought in this train station. My trip to Paris started with this train station and ended in the best 4 days of my life. I'll never forget the walk up the hill to get here and going through the market on Saturdays. I'll never forget my friend Tariq walking with me at 5am to the train station before my trip to see my father.
I will never forget Barcelona. It is engraved into me. Into my heart. Barcelona helped make me who I am today. It gave me the strength when I didn't think I could go on anymore. I will go there again. I will fall in love again. I will breathe the fresh ocean air again.
My memories recently are not the greatest things in the world because so much bad has happened in such a short time that the only thing I remember are the sad moments.
I have many memories I can remember but none are really worth blogging about and some are kind of private. I feel like if you guys are going to keep reading I need to keep it PG-13 up in this bitch. By saying bitch, it's totally not PG-13 anymore, but who cares? If I think really hard about it, I can at least come up with one.
I remember the day I arrived in Spain. I was up all night. I just couldn't sleep. I was so excited to make my dream come true.
I picked up my packed belongings from my sister's bedroom floor and on my step-dad and I went. He drove me and of course lectured me for the hour drive about how to be safe abroad in a foreign country. I kept thinking "wait, we are foreign as well. I'll be fine," but he kept talking so I kept listening.
I arrived at the airport and met with my group of friends.You can see the scared looks on our faces but we were keeping them at bay. We were too excited. Whatever happens, happens. We marched forward through security and settled in at the gate.
We boarded the plane and after a LONG trip, we landed in Barcelona. The moment the double doors opened and I exited the airport, I took a deep breath of the fresh Barcelona air and fell in love. It was the best experience of my life.
After we got off the plane, we took a bus to La Garriga where we would be staying. It was a small, little town outside of Barcelona but it had such personality.
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| the train station in La Garriga |
I will never forget Barcelona. It is engraved into me. Into my heart. Barcelona helped make me who I am today. It gave me the strength when I didn't think I could go on anymore. I will go there again. I will fall in love again. I will breathe the fresh ocean air again.
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| Christopher Columbus statue at the end of La Rambla |
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| a little alley off of La Rambla |
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| Gaudi building |
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| Barcelona port |
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| Another Gaudi artwork |
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| Barcelona port |
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| Sagrada Familia |
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| Me on the top of Sagrada Familia |
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| Santa Maria del Mar Cathedral |
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| Park Guell |
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| View from Park Guell |
Day 30: Letting go
Day 30: React
to this term: Letting Go
It means being strong enough. It means releasing the stuff from your life that doesn't affect you positively or make you grow as a person. It means breathing in the good and releasing the bad. Letting go isn't always a bad thing.
But nevertheless, It's the toughest thing to do and regardless of how strong you are, it will change you. There are many things you can let go of. Relationships, friendships, people, family, job, issues, baggage, grudges. You can also let go of the good in your life because you aren't ready for it.
For me, it means peace. Not peace at first, but peace in the long run. No more worries, no more problems, no more troubles. I wish I knew how to, but I don't. I have never let go of anything; time has just made me think of it less. I regret things, I'm still mad at certain people, I still hold grudges..I just found ways not to think a lot about them.
That doesn't sound healthy, does it? It's not. It tears me apart every day but the more I let it out daily, the more it leaves my mind and it takes it a longer time to come back to haunt me. That's one of the reasons I started this blog. My friends love me and want to hear it, but not every day and not when their lives are doing well or when they're having a bad day.
My blog has saved my life. Many times. I know not many people read it, but the few of you that do, are my blessings. And this blog..is my therapy from the world.
What does letting go mean for you at this moment in your life?
It means being strong enough. It means releasing the stuff from your life that doesn't affect you positively or make you grow as a person. It means breathing in the good and releasing the bad. Letting go isn't always a bad thing.
But nevertheless, It's the toughest thing to do and regardless of how strong you are, it will change you. There are many things you can let go of. Relationships, friendships, people, family, job, issues, baggage, grudges. You can also let go of the good in your life because you aren't ready for it.
For me, it means peace. Not peace at first, but peace in the long run. No more worries, no more problems, no more troubles. I wish I knew how to, but I don't. I have never let go of anything; time has just made me think of it less. I regret things, I'm still mad at certain people, I still hold grudges..I just found ways not to think a lot about them.
That doesn't sound healthy, does it? It's not. It tears me apart every day but the more I let it out daily, the more it leaves my mind and it takes it a longer time to come back to haunt me. That's one of the reasons I started this blog. My friends love me and want to hear it, but not every day and not when their lives are doing well or when they're having a bad day.
My blog has saved my life. Many times. I know not many people read it, but the few of you that do, are my blessings. And this blog..is my therapy from the world.
What does letting go mean for you at this moment in your life?
Day 29: Music is a way of life
Day 29: Five songs or pieces
of music that speak to you or bring back memories. Use Grooveshark or YouTube to
include them in the post
Avicii- Wake me up
Guns N Roses- November rain
I won't elaborate why I love these songs, or why they affect me. My heart is too heavy lately. If you feel like asking, please do it in a private message or email me. I can talk about my feelings for days, so get ready.
Day 29. I love music.
Avicii- Wake me up
Avicii- I could be the one
Metallica- Nothing else matters
Christina Aguilera- Save me from myself
I won't elaborate why I love these songs, or why they affect me. My heart is too heavy lately. If you feel like asking, please do it in a private message or email me. I can talk about my feelings for days, so get ready.
Day 29. I love music.
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