These are so simple and yet so great…
Good intentions don’t excuse bad behavior.
You will always enjoy yourself less when you have planned for it.
Grief has no solution. Let it be.
Not forgiving someone destroys you more than it destroys them.
Sometimes there are no amount of encouraging words to pull someone out of the sheer exhaustion and melancholy of being alive.
People see you the most when you don’t want to be seen at all.
Honest laughs must be drawn out until all the air is gone. Like a balloon.
Panic attacks exist to make you think your life is wrong.
It is nearly impossible to maintain a close friendship when one person is depressed and the other is not.
Not really knowing someone is what makes a life look interesting. Like when the movie trailer is better than the movie.
If you need them to care more than they do, it won’t happen. Ever.
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It has been said that, at times. I can be overly dramatic. It has also been said that only children (like myself) don’t share well. Perhaps this is why at 26-going-on-27-years-old I still find myself getting upset when I see friends doing things and I’m not a part of it. I very easily get the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach when a group of coworkers go out for lunch and do not invite me or when I see Facebook photos of events I was not aware of.
I know that in the grown up world, you need to just accept that you are not always invited to everything. Regardless, all it takes is the notion that someone forgot about me-or worse- intentionally didn’t invite me to something and BAM I feel like I am in the 3rd grade again and my best friend sitting with someone else at lunch.
Do we ever get over this? Am I the only one who feels this way?
I suppose for now, I’ll keep it on the list of things to bring up with my therapist and try count my blessings for those who do remember me and keep an open invite.
Chin up, wine bottle open. After all, it’s Friday 🙂
Cheers to Friday, The Weekend, and any & all adventures it may bring! xoxo
As I have discussed before, I am not big into gender roles and stereotypes. However, even as a feminist, I have to admit, that women as a population, can be a little…extreme…and sometimes even delusional.
Shit, let’s just call a spade a spade: bitches be cray.
That said, I generally consider myself fairly sane on the crazy spectrum. I am often
a little very startled by the thought process, emotions and reactions of those women I see around me–most particularly when it comes to men, dating and relationships. The obsessive calling, Facebook stalking, and preemptive wedding planning can be a little much and a little out of control.
This is not to say that I haven’t seen my fair share of men who have also acted in a similarly crazy, obsessive manner. Nor do all women always fall into this crazy category. Further, this is not referring to legitimate mental illness, which is just that- illness and not something to be taken lightly.
However, last week, I finally was able to commiserate with my female friends since, as briefly discussed in last week’s post Match or Match Point, I found myself in the opposite side of things. I was checking my emails constantly, wouldn’t go anywhere without my phone and had a pretty detailed plan in my head about what our future
would could entail. Then, when I wasn’t hearing from him enough, I got angry. Too angry. Burn the house down angry. With a sigh, I have to admit that I may have, in fact, jumped on the crazy train for a brief period of time there.
It got me thinking…where does all of this come from!? Why do we as women act like this? Is this behavior perpetuated through women relating to other women? Is it because men have such a solid history of cheating/lying/generally burning women? Is it biological and/or related to hormones (doubtful, and I hate blaming anything on women’s biology)? Is it society’s pressure to be in a relationship in order to measure self worth and success?
I still don’t have an answer and I probably never will, otherwise I would have unlocked one of the universe’s greatest mysteries. However, from here on out, I will be on the look out for more clues.
Clues to figure out what makes a woman act like this:
Make it a double…
“It was one thing to make a mistake; it was another thing to keep making it. I knew what happened when you let yourself get close to someone, when you started to believe they loved you: you’d be disappointed. Depend on someone, and you might as well admit you’re going to be crushed, because when you really needed them, they wouldn’t be there. Either that, or you’d confide in them and you added to their problems. All you ever really had was yourself, and that sort of sucked if you were less than reliable.”-Jodi Picoult; Handle With Care
Fave author, great book, even better quote