Monthly Archives: July 2013

No trophies for broken hearts


I am not a cynical. I am just here to tell those who want to know the truth about the “finding mr. Right” crap.

1. If u r independent woman, u r likely to either mother a guy into marriage or take custody over the kids after your very short marriage.

2. Guys who have treated you like dirt, genuinely didn’t give a damn about you. The second they turned their back on you, they immediately took a step towards the next girl.

3. Men need you to set firm red lines around you, or else you fall into the slut category. That is even if he’s saying that u r the most redeeming angel he has ever known.

4. That guy that didn’t take a second look at you, probably saw you and he thinks that you are not worth it. Quit pretending that it would have been any different if he wasn’t busy texting his friends. It’s pathetic.

5. If he walks away, then he thinks you are not good enough. That is even if he is saying that he left you only because it is what’s best for you. When a guy starts the “I am killing your dreams babe” speech, do me a favor and punch him in the face because that’s probably the last time you’ll get a chance to do it.


Loving someone for who they are



I found this post today. I am quite happy to have found something that explains what I’ve been thinking about the past few months. I am grateful to the person who taught me that I am lovable the way I am. I am still alone but at least I think next time I won’t settle for someone belittling who I really am.

Girls’ Logic if Reversed


So, men complain that women usually hook up with guys who ignore them, leaving men who actually like them ignored. I hear you on that. I thought it was the dumbest thing a woman can do. Why go for the jerk and leave the good guys!!

Through experience, I have realized the real reason behind that. Simply, dating the “Good Guy” is actually much more painful than dating a jerk. If you date¬† a jerk, he will ignore you a lot. When you break up with a jerk, you will feel nothing but relieved. If you date the good guy, welcome to hell. You will actually fall for him and when he leaves- and trust me a lot of the good guys leave as well. You will end up with a smashed potatoes heart. You will find yourself feeling empty while remembering all the great things you used to do with him.

Jerks give women fake relationships, which are easy to get over. Good men give women real relationships, which leaves you with a lot of thoughts about killing yourself.

Dear men, before you start complaining about what women do, ask yourself if you really love that girl or is she also just a challenge to you?

And more over, good guys as well go for bitches, while ignoring “good women” just because they don’t look like supermodels. And it is perfectly excusable by different societies. Most women go for jerks because they have money or looks or whatever. Both ways, both genders do the same mistakes. Don’t pin it on women alone.

The “Girls’ Logic” sort of posts doesn’t really piss me off, but I can’t stop thinking that they are not funny.

“Lose weight and act girly” they said


It seems like some sort of a ritual lately for me to hear guys “kindly advising me” to drop the boyish/childish style I have. I am not sure if I am the only one on Earth who keeps hearing this from guys. Even though the same guys would admit that I am almost the only girl in the world that they can be frank and real with. I am also a first option for most girls/guys feeling lonely. So, it really burns me out to always have to go over the same topic with every darn guy I know. Note for you all geniuses: I WON’T BE HAPPY BEING ANYTHING ELSE BUT MYSELF! It doesn’t need Einstein to figure that out. I believe this usually happens whenever I start complaining about being dumped or lonely. Consequently, we all know guys hear you complain, then suddenly they wanna “fix it”. I hear your good intentions, but seriously what would my slim waist do when I am getting dumped or sobbing over my loneliness?… Speaking from experience, it does exactly nothing… Zero! You feel empty and hungry. That’s all you feel while trying to live up to your petite waist.

I always thought that love was a game of chess. You play it well, you win. You throw it all on being natural and emotional, you are screwed. Though the problem with this theory is that you can’t actually let yourself feel the rush and the joy of love. You always have to remain 10 steps away from the heat. Just like you can’t “feel the next move in chess”. You have to calculate. And in the end, you might get the guy or the girl exactly where you want, but you can’t get yourself exactly where you wanna be; knowing that the other person doesn’t really enjoy or like your genuine identity. They just like the image you are projecting for them.

I am not saying please lose your mind and act all crazy. Think about consequences. It takes forever to get yourself back together after a heartbreak.

The problem is that the theory of the love chess game totally falls apart to ashes at one thing; someone genuinely loving who you are.

When that happens you will finally realize that you are loveable. You’ll never again settle for being somebody other than yourself. But what if that one person who sees you as the definition of beauty walks out on you? Don’t tell yourself it was a lie. Just tell yourself it wasn’t a miracle. It’s just a possibility that occurred for the first time. Hold yourself together and wait for the second wave. You are beautiful. You deserve to be loved for who you are.

Though the real crisis is when you realize that what you are looking for is not just someone who perfectly loves you, but someone you can love back perfectly too. That my friend is the real miracle. The usual possibility is one of those two happening, but both… is something that would rarely occur twice in one man’s life. If you lose that, your heart will break in a way that you will never understand. Even worse, you will never be able to settle for a second grade relationship ever again. You become immune in a painful way to the normal charms of men or women around you. Their love to you alone doesn’t count as anything anymore.

For those who know what I am talking about, keep hoping. It could have been worse. Try to make those who have loved you proud. Don’t ever try to hate them, because with that you’ll start hating yourself. Even if you made a mistake or they made a mistake, your only path is finding peace with the bitterness.

It is sad for me to accept this, but if those people who watched a miracle managed to “get over it”, then there is nothing admirable about being human.

Hope sometimes lies in accepting that you as a human is capable of adapting even with pain.

Much worse things in life could have happened. Be grateful. Sometimes walking a strict moral path is the best diet to live happyly with your misfortunes.

The Ringback Tone reminds me of…


I hate the ringback tone. I know that the person who invinted it meant well, but I just hate it. It signifies to me every call that went unanswered. It reminds me of disrespectful men who don’t have the decency to pick up their phone. It reminds me of all those friends which chose to do other things instead of supporting me. It reminds me of calling people whom promised to be here but were late. I hate the hope it gives me that this person will pick up. I wish it didn’t ring…

I am feeling super depressed.

I found Mr. Right, but…


We all go through years and years of search for Mr/Mrs right, but we never think of the most sadistic possibility. What if we find them, but they don’t want to or can’t stay? Where would that leave us?… no where.¬† You will just simply lose the reason you keep moving forward every day. You become a rude/ cruel person, because being nice won’t make any sense to you anymore.

We all have this belive that mr/mrs right will have to stay. If they are the ones, they will always be with us. But haven’t you ever wondered about those men and women who have tried to stay in our lives even though we barely enjoy their company? Is staying really a criteria for being the one?… I don’t think so. There wouldn’t be any miserable people in the world. I think that misery is born when you meet those who generate beautiful feelings within you and then leave. The purest and the darkest misery is born from the purest kind of happiness.

Where is the hope in that? I am not sure. I think watching a dream you held on to for long die is worse than seeing a human sole die.

I guess this time I can only caution you from being too determined to find something now.

Be understanding towards rude people. You never know how their dreams were masscared.