Dating and All That Jazz

Recently, I've been thinking. Dating is a concept that's very common these days. It's nice to be in a relationship with someone. Thing is, men think differently about it and women think differently about it.

When men date, they go with the flow, which is probably good at times. It's good to be relaxed in a relationship. Take things slow and the way they come. Women, on the other hand, always think about "where this is going". Are they going to get married? Are they going to break up? How many kids are they going to have?

I may be wrong. Like I've said earlier, I base most of my thoughts on stereotypes.

Having said all this, have you noticed how people merge to be one when they're dating? They start sounding more like each other - the way they talk, their opinions, those tiny annoying habits. It's creepy. Suddenly, you start seeing one body and two heads. Creepy.

Mind you, this is only when it comes to dating. When people are married, the body starts separating and they start getting more comfy with each other. Why? Because there is a legal contract binding them together. Muhahahaha!

Discover Yourself
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Anyway, point being, when you're dating someone, you tend to lose yourself. Your identity, your opinions, your way of thinking, etc. It starts becoming "we think", "we like", "we want to do"...let me know if I'm wrong.

Ergo, if you're a teenager, and you're reading this, please, don't date. The teenage phase of life is when you actually discover who you are. Give yourself those years to create an awesome identity for yourself. Don't let someone else create your identity. If, by any chance, that someone leaves, you will feel like half of your identity is suddenly gone, and you'll go through a fucked up phase of what you will call "depression" and your friends around you will call "attention seeking". It's neither. It's just restlessness.

If you are in a relationship, just be careful not to lose yourself. Don't always nod your head to what your partner wants you to do. If you don't like something, express it. After all, your partner needs to love you. Not an ideal you that you're making for him/her. Let people appreciate you for who you are. Don't create someone you don't know. It will bite you later on. 

The Stages of Life

The reality of life hurts,

      1.       As a child, you will fall down and hurt yourself

      2.       As a school kid, you will have no best friend

      3.       As a teenager, you will have some fucked up hormonal and emotional swings

      4.       As a late teenager, you will be used and dumped

      5.       As a mature adult, you will work your ass off day and night

      6.       As a mother, you will give up so many things just to stay home and make it a home

      7.       As a father, you will work so hard to provide for your family

      8.       As a sister, you will have endless arguments about silly things with your siblings

      9.       As a wife/husband, you will have to make many sacrifices

      10.   As an old person, you will be bored of life

 But there’s always a “but”

      1.       But later on, you will show off your scar and remember how you stayed strong through it all.

      2.       But, you will have a group of friends with whom you play “mud”.

      3.       But, you will always remember your first crush.

      4.       But, you will never realise how you’ve probably done the same to someone else.

      5.       But, the money is so totally worth it.

      6.       But, it is worth it when your husband and kids say, “Oh what lovely sambar mom!”

      7.       But, it is worth it when your kids grow up and are a success thanks to your education.

      8.       But, it’s the advice sessions that really count!

      9.       But, these sacrifices are what make it work.

      10.   But, you’ll learn to reflect upon the last 9 points of your life and accept that fact that “Life is good. I have lived my life.”

Introspection's Synonym: Boredom

So apparently my emotions are reflected on my blog. I really do not know if that’s true? I don’t use my blog for introspection. Introspection is something personal. Something I’d do when I’m alone. But then again, we introspect in a crowd too. Please don’t give the screen that look. We do; in lectures when we’re bored, among friends when we’re bored, when we go through “depression”, when we go through a break up, when we go through a fucked up phase in life…why is introspection associated with negativity?

Come to think of it, I don’t think a person sits and thinks about their positive qualities. It’s always about the negative qualities. I don’t think a person sits and thinks to themselves, “I have a nice face…and eyes…” there’s always that “but” factor after the positives. “I have a nice face…and eyes…but I am fat.”

Anyway, I really do not know the point of this blog. Or maybe I do. Maybe it’s a form of introspection. How I use the virtual world to escape from the real world. How I use my blog and its audience as a form of venting my emotions…both positive and negative.

Today’s reasons for introspection: Essay stress, Exam stress, Studies, Crush problems and the fact that I will no longer be a teenager in 2 days.

Introspection, yes? No. Usual teenage stuff? No. Life? No. Boredom? Yes. 

To prove that I'm bored (and stressed): I wrote this blog while sitting on a kitchen counter. Yes. I am awesome...but sad. 

Aging

A few more months and it’s all over,

I am so young, so sober.

Everyone around me dances and sings,

With alcohol in their systems,

Unaware of the danger it brings.

I looked around at my tidy room,

Everything had its own place; Even the tiny broom.

When did everything run by so quickly?

It seemed just like yesterday,

When my mother used to do things for me,

As I sat there, looking sickly.

An immature kid I was.

Running around like there was no such thing as danger.

Today I sit at a desk,

With pen and paper,

Writing this ridiculous poem,

About something that is yet to come.

3 more months; the countdown begins.

This is so nerve wrecking!

People say, “Age is just a number”

And to them I say, “Well, you couldn't get any dumber!”

3 more months, I will no longer be a teenager.

Oh well, let the mature shit begin.