It is complete bxllshxt when people try to convince you that they’re too focused on their goals to cater to relationships. If you can text & drive, you can stay close to those who you consider important people, WHILE chasing your dreams.
-just a thought
Small entities go unnoticed only because we choose to ignore them. In the same respect, nothing ever “just” happens; we simply disregard signs of warning to further create illusions that will enable us to maintain a false state of stability. Denial. To be in denial is to live in flight of the imagination rather than reality. It’s ironic to watch how we so hastily deny being in a state of denial; we’re affronted by the very thought of it. There is no question as to why we become offended; we ourselves are fully aware of what is or what isn’t—the problem persists when we fail to acknowledge the fact. For instance—when relationships fall short of success there are several ways one may choose to cope with their loss. It’s no secret that women usually find the most difficulty in accepting the loss of a companion. The initial approach taken by most is to deny that anything has changed. Actuality of a failed relationship comes instantaneously; we are then suffering beyond devastation and therefore unable to adjust to the reality of what just happened. The previous statement not only displays some sort of justification on behalf of the discontent individual, but it’s the perfect example of the things we say to ourselves when we’re deeply in denial. Obsession. To have an obsession is to have an almost irreversible fascination with something, or someone. Our strongest state of denial leads us to obsession. The act of being extremely mesmerized by an illusion that doesn’t exist becomes that obsession. The major dilemma in having an obsession is that it consumes every ounce of your being and makes no room for that which is most important—self. There’s more irony in the situation—as stated before, we overlook signs of warning because for whatever reason, they are irrelevant to us at that moment…however, when faced with an unsuccessful relationship we convince ourselves that it “just happened” and are therefore shocked. Of the surprise we feel in that moment, we drive ourselves further into oblivion. We seek every opportunity to right our wrongs, or re-invent ourselves in hopes of becoming exactly who it is we think our significant others would rather have. We develop more obsessions than one. We more or less obsess over the moments that highlight our courtships in a positive manner rather than those that are seemingly negative. It is denial that hinders us from recognizing that not everything is bliss. With that said, it’s all one great big cycle that can only be broken by one thing—acceptance. To accept something is to acknowledge what is, and completely dispose of what isn’t. With acceptance we enable ourselves to restore that sense of sanity that is greatly needed to maintain a stable lifestyle. We not only diminish the possibility of becoming fixated with ideas that do not exist, but we no longer have the urge to falsify what we have always known to be true. Accepting a situation as is, is not an easy task— (especially when we’re under circumstances that we are totally not in favor of) –however, it is the root of maturation and selflessness.
-There’s no authenticity behind a society filled with impractical mindsets—someone has to sustain rationality.
There’s this song by Jhene Aiko titled “Real Now” (real mellow, nice track) and this one line always sticks out for me.
"Faking these smiles too often, I do not cry that often. I need to cry more often"
…I thought to myself and came to the conclusion that I feel exactly like that at this point in life. I’m not sure why…I just do. I don’t cry a lot nowadays. I ask myself have I become cold, numb…heartless. I know I’m not the latter. But the tears I want to cry are often not there to shed. It makes me feel less than normal. Almost inhuman. Not only that, but I’m expected to cry about certain things because I’m a woman & everyone in society agrees that women are criers (lol). What does that say about me?
There’s a myth about crying. People say you no longer care when the tears stop. …but that’s just not true. I don’t know when I became so tough, or who or what made me feel uneasy about crying. If there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s knowing that I feel completely insane because of it.
I don’t get personal. That’s one thing I very seldom do. By this I mean…I don’t publicly discuss matters that should remain private. Is this wrong? No…but It’s not necessarily “right” either. It’s all about perception & how you wish to be perceived. I find I’m more interested in the lives of people who have very little to say; those people who don’t spend hours on social platforms bragging about how successful they are, or complaining about their broken-hearts. Mystery— Mysterious things entice me. Therefore, I find it more fitting to be a little more mysterious than most.
You can assume whatever you want about me…and millions like me. However, it’s a rare day when you’ll be able to reference my social media accounts to pinpoint my “off” days. It’s a terrible feeling to read news that’s depressing…I try my hardest not to contribute to that cause.
If you can’t be happy, at least be positive. someone needs it. someone’s day will go a little smoother all because you decided to give off positive energy.
—think about it.
Every woman in her right mind would love to own a pair…maybe not this particular style, but O-M-FREAKIN- G it’s a pair of Christian Louboutin’s (cool kids call’em “Red Bottoms” correct?).
What I can’t seem to understand is this…am I really paying twice the amount of the average American’s monthly rent for a black ankle boot? Or am I paying for the bottom of the shoe? …you know, that famous red part that’s ultimately destined for ruin once I prance the earth’s floor scuffing the shxt out of it?
No…I will not be deceived by you label-loving creatures…I know there has to be more to this phenomenon than meets the eye. …nearly fourteen-hundred dollars for a shoe because of its red bottom? …This can’t be real life.
As someone who knows firsthand what it means to feel pressured to conform to extroversion, I thought I’d share this video to stress the importance of living in our own minds. I’m an introvert…that’s something I have always known and accepted. Susan Cain delivers a speech encouraging others to do the same.