It's OK not to be OK.

Hello there! Long time no see…

This time’s topic is going to be more emotionally concerned and not gender oriented since we all know that both women and men go through these days.

I’m taking about those days when you are so overwhelmed with things to do that you find yourself b*tching about all kinds of things. It recently happened to me (and many others around me) to be so fed up of responsibilities that you actually take it out on people that have nothing to do with your problems (poor things, they’re just trying to …exist) but also with your most loved ones.

Especially what happens with women is that they re constantly picking on details on days like this. They are overreacting to all kinds of situations, and proving themselves right even if that was the last thing they did in their life. Okey, okey stop imagining us wearing black capes, pointy hats , long nails and riding brooms. I just meant that we can be a little rough and irrational but this is not entirely our fault.

There are days like that that you are so disappointed how things works and especially on the fact that no matter how nice you are to people, the bad cop attitude would make things work faster. You are so mad at everyone for not being the way you are or not have the principles you do. You are amazed at the others' irresponsibility and inconsiderate ways of treating you. You are tired of people trying to make you as inhuman as they are.

Remember how they always taught us when we were little that no matter what you have to get up again and fight some more? (Who did they think we were? Superheros ??) I’m all for adapting and learning how to live in a community but at days like these that sounds like the dumbest idea ever. NO, in days like this I want to cuddle up in a ball and never leave my bed.

Have you ever been tired of being strong? I think we all have. Strong personality and capability to handle the situation "the right way" loses power in days like those. That is why i feel that in moments like that I wish I could just run away. But then again rationality kicks in and I have to come back to reality and figure it all out… because nobody else will if i don't...

No matter how you deal with the situations, how weak or strong you think you can be, no matter how much you can think you can handle, let me tell you that is ok to feel weak and to want to just hide from every possible responsibility! Now is just the beginning and without wanting to spoil it, there is a long path of disappointment and all sorts of failures ahead. So either learn to live with that fear or find a good spot to hide till you’re ready to face it all. We’ve all been there and we will all stop by again and again eventually too.

Just keep in mind that no matter what either Karma will take care of you (I’ve seen it in action!) or things will end up to be just FINE ! Maybe not today, but eventually they will.J

Ok, first things first: who is doing the check-in ?

We all do that! Stop being all like: “Oh, I don’t get this kind of people…”

My question is: do we want to experience things to show off to others or just for the sake of experiencing them?

Well, how about we agree that is a combination of both? This way we don’t hurt the too cool ‘non-active’ stalkers of Facebook, and don’t relate much to the selfie-animals of it either. 

What happens, (at least according to the precious thoughts of mine) is that we live in the era when we do things for others to see. Of course…of course we get a lot of satisfaction out of it, otherwise we wouldn’t do it for the sake of a picture or a check-in (or would we…?) Nah ! We’re not that desperate.(or are we…?)

The perfect example is what happens with traveling ! I used to be the one who listed traveling under biggest passions, and I still do but who doesn’t  like traveling and exploring ?!?!  Nowadays, saying  I love traveling and that is my thing DOESN’T count ! Is everybody’s thing! Unless you are "Bear" Grylls, than that way of exploring is your thing...

People live for traveling, doing check-ins and posting pictures with foreign backgrounds which is translated : HA! In your face, im here , you  wish but you cant, so deal with it!

(Note: i think i have a free pass talking about this because i had a very exciting trip and did it with no check-ins and a single picture.HOWEVER , the need of having to say this makes me as usual as the others who instead of walking and enjoying the surroundings, kept checking for Wifi signal.)

So people do what you gotta do, whatever makes you happy and let whomever you want (especially those girls you hate or that Ex that broke your heart :P ) see that you’re having fun and living life the fullest! You, the judgers of the rest who do things for ‘themselves’ and to whom no one else matters (but who still dress up and follow the latest fashion/technological trends and embrace hipster trends or want to be accepted in the ‘cool’ groups)  either stop judging the masses who already know what they like to show off and live your way, OR settle on a style already and find something you like bragging about. If you are not up for any of it then, listen up: You are the most common person there is. In the future when they categorize people of our generation , you will be part of the “Others” category or the “chameleon” category  which will probably have its own section named “Personality issues”…Let that sink for a bit and take action on it.

Peeps : check in, post pictures, tell us what you ate for breakfast or drank for dinner. Please let us know if you're feeling MEH or not... and do still post things with innuendo jokes that no one but your roommate or close friend gets. And please do send us those Candy Crush or Farmville invitations! Without you, our wall would be so predictable and after all who doesn’t want to open notifications and see that instead of receiving cute wall posts and nice comments has been invited to a game?! Keep up the great work! Mark needs the latest Lamborghini and honestly we couldn't make it a day without you... 

Bloody hell.

The good intention of this post is to justify all my girl pals’ actions when under circumstances that only us women understand. We have had the opportunity to hear all the humorous jokes about the “awakening of the dragon”. (Promise, I will let the gross side apart )Now, let’s go for a tour behind the curtains of the bloody hell week, shall we?

Welcome! Allow me to guide you to through women’s heart and mind (and stomach!) during THAT week of the month. It all starts from the days before. Because a whole week is not enough for the terror… we need the anticipation too.  It’s usually 2-3 days when we get the memo… Then the whining marathon is ON ! Can you blame us though? That comes with preparation too, and I don’t mean going to the store and getting a bunch of stuff we need but also means psychological preparation. The first doesn’t need much explanation, the second by the way …

We already know, and the rest of you who don’t bleed from your parts have to understand that we’re preparing our fragile body for a hurricane of a week. A week, which is physically exhausting and psychologically destructive.  We know what’s coming… and we can’t do anything to prevent it… How would you feel if you were to know you are going to be physically tortured and can’t do anything to get yourself out of it? However, is worth mentioning that every woman experiences it differently , but we all are part of a club... It’s called ‘under covers’ and the main activity is devouring chocolates and having zero control of our mood. If you are part of the club, even off session, you support your pals by providing movies to cry the eyes out. The funny part: They are romantic comedies…

We don’t expect you to contribute to the club. It’s ok to not fully understand what we go through. It is NOT ok however, to freak out and treat your girlfriend, friend/girl, relative as a stranger who is going to bite you or attack you any moment.  Also, so not ok to go MIA!

We can be a little too loud…or a little too overreacting… or a

tiny bit irrational, but it’s not that we want it. It’s our hormones who make the rules. At the end of the day, not only do we have to deal what other deal with on regular bases but do that in extreme conditions of pain and exhaustion.  Also in addition to that, deal with the pressure of keeping our emotions as much under control as we can afford.  I speak for all of us: If you care for the girl, be considerate and let things go.( We do, when your team loses!) Our reaction is nothing compared to our post experience. We have to deal with the consequences of the actions made not from a sane mind. That causes another chaotic emotional breakdown …and way more chocolates and junk so make our self esteem a favor and go easy on us.

I wouldn’t expect you to eagerly now more but I think if you really want to understand and not walk on eggshells for a whole week, better go offer your help. The chances are you will get confused but worth a try to send he caring message. Trust me, if the mood timing is right( Good luck!) you will be rewarded one way or the other… And do believe me, we all wish we hibernated for a whole week instead and everybody would be safe ! 

That week is horrible indeed, but if there is one good thing about it … and I mean the ONLY one, is that fraction of a happiness when realizing it’s actually happening… ;)

…But you can’t tell anyone!

The factors that made me write this post are many, but mostly because of a very recent event that kind of shocked me because it is so not like him…We just got back from spring break. I had this thoughtful idea of surprising my parents and grandmother. She hadn’t been feeling good recently so I decided to go home and see her. I had it all planned out! My brother picking me up and me traveling the next day to my hometown. First I would pick up flowers and go at my grandma’s, then I would show up at my mom’s work and surprise her too. It took me two days to come up with reasons why I wasn’t going to go home and several skype calls to sell it to my parents. Finally they got convinced and understood that “very important matter” that had to keep me at school for the whole spring break week. So, I tell my brother the plan and also where and when to pick me up.  

The second I arrived and jumped in the car he makes a phone call and hands me the phone saying: “-Here, talk to mom, she was worried about the trip…” Well, you can imagine my reaction. That exact moment after a “thank you deeply” look, I thought I can still make it to surprise grandma… The second I pull the phone closer to my ear, not only did I hear my mom’s excited voice but also grandma’s, uncles’, aunties’, and all the possible cousins within 100 km radius back home. Nobody in my family,  apparently can’t quite keep a secret. When asked my brother why did he tell them, I swear he said : “They asked me…”

If it wasn’t for his double-mine height…

The thing is that keeping secrets is not an issue for men only (mostly because they forget that it was one in the first place), it is also a big deal to women too. The second you say it out loud that is a secret, suddenly creates an urge to share and spread it out there in all possible chat corners and in little bags of added and exaggerated details. Women are very good at restraining themselves and appreciating that you chose her to share that very “uncommon” thing…

Restrain…well , we consider ourselves  great secret keepers. The safest box to lock your secret. I mean it, but if you ever hear a word from our best friend, or our best friend’s friend, or our cousins who live in Japan, or our mom’s friend’s daughter in Spain, or that other girl whose name I can’t remember but who liked my dress,or the canteen lady, or whomever close to us that night in the club…THAT WASN’T US! I don’t know how they got to know!

Secrets are the worst! Not only give you that responsibility of being a safeguard of “a huge” matter but they also trigger this involuntary feeling of coming up with alibis in case it ever gets public! 

Advice: If you really don’t want anything to get out there and reach crowds you don’t want to know, stop telling people it’s a secret ! Talk about it as a random thing that could have happened to anyone. The chances of it being so common are extremely high anyways, just like the chances of the listeners ignoring it till their turn comes to share theirs.

Now….. shhhhhhh! Don’t tell anybody I ever wrote this! It’s a SECRET! 

Once upon a time in Da-Da land...

It had been two hours since i was on the bus heading to my hometown.  After trying so hard not to make eye contact with people so that they wouldn’t sit next to me, there goes  a couple of young parents that decide to take some time off and instead of dealing with their creature, they just sit her with me. Great, of course I will babysit your kid! I do love kids but when I’m traveling I just want my headphones and my ipod fully charged. Anyhow…I did end up taking care of the little monster, ended up feeding her (candies so that parents would suffer with her being hyper after) and also ended up cleaning after her mess.

The little girl (about  five-six years old) happened to be a big “but why?” kind. So of course “rolling into a ball” position and nap was out of the question, so was the rain drops race on the window and also enjoying my playlist since the kid was on my phone trying to touch it. I had to come up with a way to entertain myself for the rest of my trip. I figured that a tale would keep the child quiet and eventually I would go back to enjoying my music…

I started telling the kid about this beautiful tale of a foreign land and people. Here it is how it went:

-Once upon a time, on a beautiful spring day, from a very far away land called…the “Da-DA-land’ were sent these chickens carrying this very important message to the chosen people of our land (I explained how in  Da-DA land there are lots of chickens so they started using them for multiple purposes, since owls and pigeons had become a mainstream. I did add how they actually had to cross many roads since they can’t fly…but ended up laughing at it myself and ignoring the fact that a kid would never get that). Anyways, these chickens were carrying acceptance letters from the Da-Da land community, for special people of other lands. Somehow this community saw a big potential in us… so they allowed us to go there and live the Dadaian life. Unlike every place else people In Da-Da did not consume regular water, their water was so smelly and strong that they had to have slices of fruit or fruit juice after little sips of their water. Their “water” came in different smells…or in beautiful red shades. In Da-da land people could only open doors with ugly pictures of themselves.They also slept during the day because the light hurt their brains...

 I kept telling her how The Da-da people gather around a big wall and stare at it for hours, while whomever achieved something or had a good meal goes and sticks a picture of it on the wall… The rest just climbed the wall and threw all kinds of hooks (most of the time nets!)  in order to catch whatever they could.” She started asking why do these people go to Da-da … I explained that there is the mission-we-don’t-talk-about , but about which we whine a big load when time is due… I got her confused enough to continue my story…

It was a 6 year old girl at most, so I was expecting such a question and there she went: “Is there a princess in Da-Da land?” I told her that of course there was , her name was B-Bee and she was gorgeous!” That was the least of the answer she was expecting. She asked about a prince too so I had to tell her that everybody calls herself prince and princess in Da-Da and nobody lives happily ever after... Of course that wasn’t enough , she asked specifically who was B-Bee’s prince and  if there was an evil queen there. Here is where I threatened her that I was going to take my cookies back if she didn’t stop asking questions and also added that the evil queen was called Khassa… I told her how Khassa punishes the dadanias by making them go once a year in another land called Dolla-dolla land. I told her how everybody changes so much in Dolla-Dolla, how their arms turn into multi-functional iron tools and their legs turn into wings. The good thing is that everybody succeeding (meaning with enough sanity left) gets to come back and enjoy Da-da’s magical waters and not work on the mission-we-don’t-talk-about for another year…

I was getting so creative and had my imagination all build up… when …well… she had to throw up. Fortunately close to her parents! So, my story was ruined…and my evil plan of getting the kid hyper enough for her to become a  pain to her inconsiderate parents, failed as well.
At least I got her confused enough and made her ask for magic water 12 years in advance... :D 

mwahahaha