Thursday, October 14, 2010
Frankly, My Dear, I Don't Give A Damn
I believe we have made it to easy for Men as well. We have begged and pouted and burned our bra's in order to prove that we are equals and we deserve to be just as powerful as Men. Yet, we get mad when they don't open our doors and get weird when they pay for our dinners. Even after we wear the independent sign on our foreheads. Later realizing that not wearing a bra not only hurts your back, but it's really needed for us to feel like Woman.
Casual sex, as casual as you both have clearly made it, I still go home with a bit of a crushed heart. The harsh reality that you click an connected with someone means nothing when it's said and done. It makes me horribly sad. Are those not the things that people look for, crave and desire? Isn't it? But yet those things have also become casual. Everything is so casual these days. No accountability for feelings or actions that lead you to what you were feeling, that lead you to those actions, that later lead you to blog shit like this. You with me? I guess I'm casually blogging these days, too.
I have gotten really good at getting over the things that hurt me pretty quickly. But the day I spend really FEELING these things, I feel them and I feel them hard. I cry. I think. It literally handicaps me. But I always know that this too shall pass. Life is made up of things like this. For every day I smile and have laughter and peace, there will always be disappointment and pain to make those euphoric days appreciated. I'm strong but I have a soft heart. I don't want these experiences to ever take that away from me. I walk a little more cautious, but my heart will always be open. It's the world I choose to live in. I welcome my mistakes. They are good for me. I'm just glad to be in a good place at the moment!
Because, frankly, my Dear, they don't give a damn!
"Don't waste your time trying to educate somebody about your righteousness" -Brad Wheeler