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Men are People, Too
Something has been bothering me a lot lately, maybe it is because I have too much time on my hands-therefore more time to over think shit that doesn’t directly affect me, maybe I am just surrounded by more annoying women than usual, or perhaps I am becoming more perceptive to injustice surrounding the opposite sex. Whatever the reason, here is my thought.
I have noticed a commonality when it comes to my girlfriends talking about their boyfriends. Now don't get me wrong, I am all for women’s rights as I am myself, a women. But, I think that a lot of women (and whom it may concern from our LGBTQ community) get so caught up on “being treated right” and being with “the perfect man” and making sure he does everything right that we forget that Men are not some object to be acquired, but in fact a fellow feeling human. I have hung out with countless couples, and what I can always see is that the girl who is most unhappy is also the snappiest to her boyfriend. If I was a guy, and my girlfriend gave me as much attitude as what I witness ON A REGULAR BASIS, I would act like the discontented shit that she turned me into too, or better yet I wouldn't waste my time with a whiney brat who is never satisfied. Why is it always the guys fault? How many times have I heard some girl say “he didn't even do this..” when I KNOW THAT SHE DIDNT DO IT FOR HIM. I honestly don't know if it is malicious or not, but I just can’t believe some of the double standards in this day and age when it comes to relationships. Like oh he fucked your best friend? What an asshole! Oh wait, was that before or after he found out about you doing the same thing? I am not trying to say that women are worse than men or vise versa...I am just saying that it is time that Women take an honest look at themselves, stop playing the victim, and understand that just because guys express emotion differently than women does not mean that they feel any less than we do. They have insecurities and pet peeves, they want to feel appreciated just the same as women. Stop expecting better treatment than what you give ladies, be honest with yourselves and make sure to always give 100% of your 50%. That is all.
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When You Find Out Your Instinct Was Right All Along
If you have ever been lied to or cheated on, you know the feeling. The pit of your stomach feels like it falls out of your ass, you get nauseous, hot and sweaty. Your blood catches fire but it feels like you can’t catch your breath. Your heart beats with a rhythm so intense you feel like your in the South Pacific hearing Polynesian drums. The happiness in your heart shatters like a glass door dropped from seven stories up. Your mind races about all the times you had suspicions, how could you have been so blind, why did I not respond to the red flags, the signs.
Then something even more terrible happens. Your brain turns on you in the middle of the hearts trauma. You wonder why am I not good enough, why did he choose her, what is better in her than me. Why am I so angry but still want him. Why did I ever want him at all. I wish I never met him. I wish I was stronger. I wish I had the strength to completely let go. Why did I go back and let this happen again. Shame on me for trying to forgive? Slapped in the face for trying to love through being hurt. Maybe I should just accept that I will never be happy for real, because the only one I ever wanted never only wanted me.
The “Waitlisted Kid”
Well, it happened. I’ve been “Waitlisted” for my top choice university.
The one option not considered. For me, absolutes are much less stressful than maybes. I would honestly feel better if I just didn’t get in. How can one make a good choice when just waiting on the sidelines for one school, but have been officially offered at another? I don’t like to be anyone’s second choice, not even my dream school’s. I would not wait for a man to decide if I was good enough, so why am I going to wait to see if a school decides that I am good enough?
I guess I feel a little better knowing that yes, it is an impacted major, or its a really popular school. I just lied. Nothing makes me feel better that my best just wasn’t good enough. However, this is the time to pull out the faith that everything happens for a reason, and maybe the best place for me to end up wasn’t what I initially thought. I have had a 4.0 the last 3 semesters, an internship in my major, and work for my current school..If there was anything else I could have done I still wouldn’t know what that is.
When things happen like this, it tests our self worth. It pushes us towards doubting ourselves. It stresses us out to the point our head is spinning. Hidden deeply inside this though, is a place for growth. Annoyingly optimistic? Maybe. But give me a chance to explain.
Growth never happens when we are comfortable. Growth can only happen when our plans get messed up, when we get pushed to our limits, and when we think outside the box. Growth thrives on spontaneity. Growth comes from disappointment. Being comfortable will never teach us anything, so if you are stressed and sad...find hope in that and use it to your advantage. Make sure you try and see it from a different perspective, because more often than not, the only thing holding you back from that it you.