The Confidential Perception.

For years now… surely decades, the female-male relationship has been on its edge; peaking all conflicts. It is life. We were born to siege. That is a never settling down debate. Most might agree with how it is put and others might get offended. However, the truth is completely different.
We pin point our thoughts on papers; but stepping into streets, into lives.. that is definitely diverse.

Nowadays, the instinct collision has changed into “the male scarcity”.  That species was sentenced to disappear; by who? Anonymous. Fighting for communication is not the case anymore. Men are lacking; at least that is what ladies believe.

“Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.”, Joseph Conrad debates. Polish novelist Joseph Conrad, considered as a psychological realism and modernism writer explains why ladies are complicated. Betting, he would never know what is on NOW.
Where did they –men- go?, that is the question.

For generations now, ideal male-female theories were negotiated. Did any work .. ?!!
It is getting worse. Wanna know the reason? “ROLEPLAY.”
Normally, it is known for a man’s protectiveness and a woman’s sensitivity. However, says who? Who said it is supposed to work that way. Cultures, religions, sciences; what?!

“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.”, Anais Nin. Erotic Cuban American Author Angela Anais Nin, classically pointed out women needs and structure.
Unknowingly, Anais made it harder for ladies nowadays. We question the reasons, looking for answers without digging into any. Usually, we blame men for being men. Despite that, the secret lies in us. Enjoying masculine blames is what we do. Not proving man innocence but we are the play makers. And, do we admit that? NO.

It is known for society perceptions in our head, how could a woman question a man’s humane courageous solitude when Fitzergald questioned our lady-pride. It is a one to one relationship; you fight, I fight. Driving us crazy.

“I hope she’ll be a fool.. that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”; American Author F. Scott Fitzergald stated. Gets you to think, no.. ? BEAUTIFUL FOOL??
No objectivity can be up to this. I, you, her.. seriously, what is so common between men and sassiness; Women! You –man- can be attracted to that mind of hers not just a cute smile; which is highly needed but not as how humane, tough she is. Even Lilith Saint Crew said it, “Better to be strong than pretty and useless.” Case closed!
Tell you a secret, “No. Not closed. That feeling is mutual!!”

Your XY species wonder when will you ever settle. Simply because .. Mammas, you are part of the blame. It’s deep down there, under your skin; highly confidential to reveal. Martha Gellhorn unintentionally proves it right, “I know enough to know that no woman should ever marry a man who hated his mother.”

Society and cultures feed us with concepts and traditions that might not be humanely correct; following what you do not believe in makes you guilty.



It was said that men without women are scarce by Mark Twain. Makes you think, right ?
Confusing how we could be the problem.

Tossing questions into the air, not gone with the wind but waiting for a perfect storm. One that proves us all wrong into the right direction. But do we wait? Do we sit enjoying a movie with a bucket full of caramel flavored popcorn?

Forgetting we are part of the game; technically, the game starters. Explaining why he is a male cloned version of you.
 It is in the past if men our age are not as how they used to be. What really matters is how you raise other men. “Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim”, Nora Ephron.

Get your powers to be perfectly used instead of having them saved for fights. Boosting him does not only get you to raise a healthy child; but decrease the conflict. After all, You do not need to feel soft or weak; You are A WOMAN, you bring souls to life. All you need is BELIEF. Believing is part of achieving.

Do NOT cry over your spilt milk but soak it into perception.

The Start :)

 

Dearest reader,
Today is a happy day. One which you wake up smiling, telling the world “I will enjoy today, no matter what you’re bringing in. I will enjoy!” It’s just a happy day.

Now, what you will be reading might not sound professional, though I believe in it, but.. there are millions of professional writers out there; maybe not all of them get what I believe in. Sometimes, you need to loosen a bit and dig deep without any restrictions. You can consider me a railbird, who happens to define things in their “spiritual – supposed to be” origins.

We were not born knowing how to fight; it just happens. Blaming others, for not being able to stand up is not the flaw; yet, making them believe they can’t, is obsolete.

Usually, you get to know about a writer from his or her writings. I decided to break this. Making lots of friends is a must. I believe in the TRUE friend power, it’s gigantic. And that is why I would care about the thought; but not as much as the story itself. The story lies in there, in the HUMAN HEART.
Because I am not a typical writer, I think we should get introduced. You can never get too many friends; I love friends.

Hello friend whoever is reading, I am a 23 year old girl going on 24, who believes in existence. First of all, if you are a person who gets easily bored; please bear in mind that this piece of heart might cautiously get you to sleep. Patience is highly needed. Second of all, If not .. Please carry on.

Before getting into details, there are some important tips & people; you should be aware of. Well, I am pretty sarcastic –no offense-; she is also insane but romantic. And you’d probably not like pissing her off; her dark side ain’t pretty. You seriously do not need to meet her up. Other than that, enjoying giggles is a must.

Here comes my favorite part..
Due to my emotional context, some people have had & still have their carvings on my heart.
   Starting, all of my new/old friends or even people I’ve met, you all inspired me; especially that beggar girl with a pretty smile.  You are a carving, pretty smile. Never forgot that smile of hers.
    Going to the guy who broke my heart, you’ve made it stronger.. way stronger. I don’t know if you’ll be reading this or not, just hope you do. Here’s a confession, I am sorry for never getting the chance to thank you. Thank you for breaking my heart. If It wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be the tougher her I am now. You have turned her into a woman. Thank you boy. Owing an apology to every single person I’ve lost, stopped talking to because of him. Please, accept my apologies people.
    As for my girlfriends –my girl power-, not enough pages could list you girls. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. Backing me up, was a miraculous heal. Which is why am topping my favorite 3; of whom 2 went to my university.
“Carrot Head”, you are my buddy. We’ve always been side to side. I just hope we’d meet more often. And.. yes, “YOU” fish head! I said I hate you; missing out the part where it’s not real though. You are my “get lost anywhere buddy”, how can I lose you? now, that wouldn’t be fun. Yea, yea .. I know I am harsh & you are childish. So, beat it!

     Then comes my insane genetic heritage, Granny. You drive me nuts, I just long for your hug; GOD bless you.
     Reaching to my junior pretty happy eyes; my sister. Did I ever mention how much I am proud to call you her; well.. couldn’t find a better timing. I am the luckiest & proudest sister alive to have you.
    Last but not least, Mummy; my mummy. One of the strongest women I’ve met. We fight, we yell.. I just hope you know that I love you. If it wasn’t for her, I would have been depressingly married with a kid by now! Thank you for supporting & sorry for the pain; wish I can wash it all away & make you proud.
   Finally, for life.. you are not cracking me woman! You are too sadly old to beat my shield.. the smile :)

For my out there new friends, you probably hate me by now. Take a break & enjoy the coming ride ;) !

    Have any of you noticed my 3^rd girlfriend skip? Simply, because she’s not one. She’s my crime buddy, my cake & tea person & my shopping companion. The lady I enjoy hugging.
“PS: yes, we are straight.”
Before I tell you our story, I have to thank my other mummy for raising her. The woman I know is capable of turning galaxies with just A LAUGH!

And there we go ..
   Toasting this to my heart of gold, to the support, to the laughters, to the females we are & hidden deep down males we play.
   You can always find a lover, a family I might say; but friendship.. from the heart friendship. A hug that shivers your body into bits and pieces; if you own it, you are lucky. And I am the luckiest. At times, life knocks you down; it’s so hard that you can’t get up, too deep that you can’t take it. You run away, run .. randomly run, not knowing where to. It would be dark, slippery dark; snowing your feelings into paved ice, hard to stand on. Some could envy me & others might think it’s pathetic. But I think, it’s pure .. magically pure.
   She makes things fall into place. They look, feel & smell much easier when she’s here. No, no.. she is not a girlfriend; she's just family.

  Let me take you guys to a small trip. Atrip to that heart of gold. The heart I am glad I bumped into. That golden smile of hers magically drowning you into a pure ocean of hearts; beware.. that smile is dangerous, it can make you fall for it easily.
   Yes, we match! That was the key to all stories. Getting old was never a problem for us; we planned nothing & that was the best part, DESTINY. That purified heart was the reason why I still believe in destiny.
   We mostly get along but if we don’t it’s a long ride laugh ending with an orange juice. Lies never take place, even when we tremble; things still fall into place. Just, we only missed one lie. It’s the orange; cold sugar cane drink & candies are what we actually long for. Well.. at least we don’t lie about that either.
  
One of the reasons why I started blogging is to make mamma & her proud. Because your existence is what keeps me going, THANK YOU.
Another thing that I might have never told you; my little secret.. I hope my little pretty smile would be as lucky as I am having a YOU in her life.

  And that me friends is why celebrating her birthday as my kick off, is not even close to what I feel for her, not even a proper gift.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SISTER. <3


Hey reading friend,
Am sorry if I sounded pathetic. It feels way too right acknowledging people that have & still inspire you.

PS:
- If you enjoyed this, please don't envy us but ask GOD to keep it safe. Now, it's your turn.. pick up your phone, dialup your buddy’s number, tell them how much they mean to you. It can change lives.
- If you are expecting a writing timeline date, I can’t promise you this - it’s spiritual. But .. I promise am definitely passing on another thought.


                                                                                                                                               Salut :)