How many girls do you actually know who pretend -sometimes convince themselves- that they’re into a sexual relationship when in fact they’re thirsty for a stable relationship with one person? They sign in to these apps like Tinder, give their pursuers that just-looking-for-something-casual smile and let the sex be the excuse to get every bit of attention they’ve been wanting.
Most of the time, some of us, except for those obvious about it, won’t even know that we are not only attracted to that person’s face or body, we’re not just here to seek pleasure (let us be honest, we might not even or have ever orgasm), we’re here to get that tiny moment when our partner can only focus on us, when (if you choose them wisely) they have to satisfy our every desire, before, while and, if we’re lucky, after sex.
I personally know none, they hide it so well that you can only recognize the signs because you also have been there… When to please a man and still have him to like you, you have pretended that the only desiring thing about him, you want to commit to, sits right between his thighs. It’s not hard to fake it because you also want the sex, but it’s hard to fake the departure, that you don’t care if he contacts you ever, if there’s another meeting pending. What is harder to fake is that he dismisses your feelings, sometimes pretends he doesn’t notice you want to cuddle or only sexts you like there’s nothing else you have in common.
What might be actually worse is when he is somewhat tender or more conscious of you than usual and you have that crazy idea that he might actually care about your person and not only for those 3 convenient holes you carry around. Elated and excited you might actually be progressing in your relationship, you admit that he’s your only sex friend (but so you don’t go overboard, you pretend it’s mostly related to how satisfied he leaves you), you lower your guards a bit : you actually tell him your hobbies, your smile is honest and your pupils are dilated as if you were high on drugs, we try new things we weren’t open to before.. Then his attention span comes to an end and you crash. You plummet to the ground and you feel so awkward and stupid, like he’d ever taken any interest in you. Things spiral down in your head and you do your best to keep an indifferent attitude, you don’t want to leave, you have to leave because he doesn’t need you anymore, you’re going to leave because you’re ashamed, hurt and depressed. Sometimes he might even know that you want more so he cuts all ties with or leads you on on purpose. Oh Lord, the cutthroat pain that is about to follow. ..
Boys, men… telling us how free we should be… telling us how to deal with our bodies… trying to set themselves as the ultimate models as being liberated. Sometimes they might be right though, it’s so rare to actually meet a guy who hasn’t been taught that his body’s cravings are something he can shamelessly satisfy whenever and however he wants but most of the time, it’s just pretty literature to get to your panties, which isn’t pretty bad in itself if this truly is the only thing you want.
I’m seeing a lot of girls around me, in relationships they’re desperate to deepen and I’m asking myself, is it because it’s something we’re trying to break out of (by that, I mean breaking this stereotype associated with girls, that we shouldn’t be frivolous, flirtatious -at least, not openly)? Or is it that, in such a sex crazed world, we’re just trying too hard to accommodate men’s desires and perversions?
Are we insecure or just noobs?
I’ve never really let my guard down around people but I truly want to enjoy quality time with some friends I know I can confide in. Between the backstabbing, the misunderstandings, the fights and the gossiping, I find it hard to trust someone that will sell me out the moment we get a set back.
This is why my pessimist self is so glad to have been proven wrong today when I enjoyed a sunny Friday afternoon with my classmates. It’s hard to imagine having a good time with acquaintances because we just keep it superficial but sometimes we can get a very enjoyable moment out of it.
So cheers to good surprises in life
I’m thinking how difficult it is to just trust someone and how more difficult it is to open up to someone. All those expectations that you have of a new friend and all of what is expected from you to be to that person. It’s exhausting to explain, it’s indelicate to ask and it’s infuriating to be patient. And that’s where casual hookups come in.
It’s enough to have someone you only have this one thing with that makes you understand each other and be comfortable around the other, like your language learning buddy or your coworkers. Someone you can still freely talk to but not have to get deep and heavy with or at least not more than what you share in common (hard to not get deep and heavy if you’re both attending the same AA meetings for example). Just casual occasional conversation that doesn’t have to lead anywhere, that doesn’t imply an involving future in each other’s life. A bit shallow or superficial and maybe even pointless but it’s like a midnight snack or having sweets for breakfast, doesn’t it just make you happy?
To know when to quit
To know when to leave
To know when to follow
To know when to insist
To know when to protest
To know when to give up
To know when to forgive
To know when to forget
To know when to believe
To know when to repent
To know when to not love
To know when to breath
To know when to cry
To know when to shake it off
To know when to thrive
To know when you’ve learned to always be
Nymphomania is a word often wrongly used. People with a lot of sex drive are called nymphomaniacs, prostitutes are also called that and people who just keep the door open for more and more people to get in are also called that.
But in reality, a nymphomaniac is someone who can’t be sexually satisfied so he searches relentlessly for sexual partners just so he can finally climax.
Being a nymphomaniac is a more like a kind of suffering and frustration than love a pleasure because no matter how much they seek it, it never lasts or worst, it never comes.
With a straightforward face,
With a shamed look,
With dead eyes,
With a big smile,
I can mutter / I can easily say / I can finally utter / I can desperately whisper : I suffer from depression.
While, in my darkest days, I’d wish for someone to understand, help, just talk or listen to me, I realized that I don’t want to snap out of the vicious cycle though.
I remember someone asking me once if I could change anything about me, what would I change; and I remember answering nothing. Everything that turned wrong, ugly, or troubling are all parts of me that made me the person I am today. Idealistic answer and totally sincere at the time.
Now, I just think that how common would I turn out without the migraine or my depression to differentiate me from others? Without maybe my poor relationship with my father, I’d just be another happy little girl within millions. If I never had experience some of the struggles I did because of my imperfections, I’d probably be one like many many too many other human beings breathing on this Earth.
And it’s troubling to think that the only way to be unique is to actually burden something or have something more or less than the common man.
Two big examples are college and teen supernatural / paranormal frenzies.
To be able to attend a good college with great reputation, you’d need a curriculum vitae filled with skills, perfect marks, lots of involvement and more and more extracurricular options. Going to school ain’t enough to qualify for college, it’s an excuse so you can apply for one. What would be my chances to get in Oxford if I only got perfect grades, 2 or 3 club activities and no special skills?? None! Nowadays, college preparations begins at kindergarten with foreign languages, music classes, dance practices and participating in many competitions. I’m pretty much happy and blessed I didn’t have to live up to such expectations and still got into a good one, thank God for being a 90s baby.
The new craze is supernatural powers or paranormal phenomenon. If toxic waste could be legally sold, it would become one of the biggest profits probably. Everyone wants to have superpowers, being able to fly or be abnormally strong or to read minds. How awesome would that be? The next big thing beside that would be to be possessed by some demon or to know about a parallel world that nobody knows about. Don’t talk shit to me, I can redirect death to your door, he owes me one. Being called freak or abnormal would be such a low cost to what possibilities you’d have access to.
Compared to that, just being an ordinary human, living a normal life, going to community college or working full time on a hour pay job is so unappealing, and to some demeaning.
I guess we all have to be special somehow, we all want to be like no one else.
Let’s all enjoy a bit of Kevin Hart
Sometimes I have little things bothering me. Finding a good hair salon. Futile, mundane, vain, superficial.. But they still bother me. Getting pierced and not having an infection. If it looks that way to me, useless to say how worse it looks to the outside world. Some of them make me really anxious. Dining in a posh restaurant for the first time. Some of them brings me microseconds of happiness. A lipstick color that suits me.
Every single time, I pray desperately so it goes well. I pray and pray, almost giving God ultimatums. Their final outcome have enough impact on me to make me feel God’s presence or even go as far as resent Him. And those aren’t things you can speak openly to anybody. You do know there are kids dying of hunger in Africa right? I am fully aware of that but it won’t make my problems go away. Instead of worrying about such worthless things, why don’t you do something helpful or meaningful? It’s not that I don’t understand that, otherwise I wouldn’t be annoyed but it just matters to me anyway and I’d wish, from the bottom of my heart, for it to go well.
Vegans, ecologists, feminists, etc… A lot of the protesters tend to be harsh, agressive and hurtful.
If I want to use plastic bags instead of reusable bags or other alternative is my own preference. If I’d like to eat meat until my belly explodes, again my favoritism. So what that I’m black and don’t feel concerned about today’s racial insecurities? Because something is wrong by your eyes as well as possibly generally and universally wrong doesn’t give you the right to attack me, as long as it isn’t illegal or a cause of moral issues, I am allowed to live how the hell I want.
I see people throw paint on people wearing fur, women trying to shame housewives, vegans trying to almost make you do suicide because you still eat meat… And it’s wrong… On so many levels.
The problem is that people don’t try to freely inspire or talk anymore. We’re more into advertising, arguing and imposing. And it might possibly be the result of our poor listening and the fact that we’re gradually getting more self-centered (it has nothing to do with me).
Disputes, misunderstandings, demeaning, war, war and war would have a bigger impact, right?