Right now everything is a little blurry. Not because I forgot to take my contacts out again and they have glued themselves to my eyeballs. Or because it is 5am and I hardly slept a wink last night. Nope. It’s blurry because of the hot tears streaming down my cheeks. Tears of disappointment, rejection, hurt, loss and anger. Tears for the almost and the not quite enough. If you have a second, let me tell you the story behind my most recent sadness.
You know what doesn’t get celebrated enough? Being nice. It’s such a simple thing but boy does it make a huge difference. Especially on those days where everything is going wrong because your alarm didn’t go off and you ran out of hot water and you slept funny so your hair is sticking up on one side and completely flattened on the other. Those are the days when the kindness of a stranger can almost bring a tear to your eye. When it feels like the world is such a horribly cruel place it’s nice to know that there are people out there who wanna be a friend.
A little while ago I wrote a post- should girls pursue guys? And you guys were big fans. Apparently there aren’t a whole lotta people out there speaking up for single girls and giving reasonable advice. I think that needs to change! Growing up I’ve found the whole relationships, dating and singleness thing very confusing. Probably because there are a heck of a lot of useless noisy voices giving advice (I’m looking at you Cosmo.) But now I’ve got a voice and a platform, I thought I’d share a few pearls of wisdom I have learnt over my single years. So this way you can learn from my mistakes and not make as much of a fool of yourself as I have.
Okay seriously though how is it the end of May already? I’m freaking out just a teensy bit. It is nearly the end of our first semester and that means it is nearly the end of the year and the end of my university career. Apparently time flies when you are drowning in assignments and extremely caffeinated. Anyway, it is time for another book review and this month it is a book for those of us who find this whole making-friends-as-an-adult thing a struggle (i.e. literally everyone.)
Do you ever look back on things you did or thought and wish you could go back and give yourself a little shake. Like wake up kid…what are you thinking? Well I have a few of those moments and most of them are to do with boys, more specifically falling in love with boys.
It’s time for another relationship post (long time no see.) This time we are talking about how to boost your confidence so that your relationship can blossom. You see, you gotta work on yourself first before you try making a relationship work. Anyway, I’ve enlisted the help of another blogger who knows a teensy bit more about all this than me.
I recently read the book ‘The Five love languages’ and it kinda blew my mind. I know I’m like 20 years late and whatever, but I’m gonna rave about it anyway. The copy I have actually belonged to my Gran and it has got her handwriting all scribbled throughout it which I just love (those are the best kind of books, right?) So I thought today I’d talk about my love language and what I have learnt about love in general…ooh la la!
So if you clicked on this post I’m gonna guess that you are one of those cynical folks who can’t stand Valentine’s day. I bet you’re hoping that I’m gonna confirm your suspicion that Valentines is nothing more than a commercial money-making scam. Cause that’s what single girls are supposed to say right? Valentine’s day is not for us. It’s for those loved-up couples who constantly rub it in our faces. It’s not meant to be fun for us. Just like St Paddy’s day is lame if you aren’t Irish.
This post is part two of my lessons on love, loss and broken hearts. In case you missed it, in my previous post I wrote about my recent heartbreak and how I learnt that telling someone you love them is always worth it, regardless of the way they feel about you.
This time I’m talking about picking up the pieces after your heart has been broken. I am a big believer that whatever our circumstance, good can come out of it. And I guess the good in my situation is that I get to share what I am learning with you (ya lucky ducks.) You know, I think this world is severely lacking words of wisdom on this subject.
The gift of being a writer is that we experience emotions that rattle us to our very core. These emotions enable us to see the world around us more vividly beautiful than it appears to the untrained eye. When we are in love we don’t just feel it, we taste it on our tongue, we breathe it in, we embody it. And when we feel pain we are broken wide open. It shatters our fragile shells. It discolours our portraits and it pulls the rug out from under our unsuspecting feet.