7 Facts About Your Mid-20s That Prove You’re Still A Mess

Don’t get me wrong; there are definite perks to being in your mid-20s.

Our shoe collections are definitely better than they were five years ago.

After years of using the wrong foundation color, we all finally look well-blended and contoured.

After dozens of incredibly drunken nights out, most of us have learned how to handle our alcohol.

Well, sort of, anyway.

Unfortunately, being in your mid-20s is not all high heels and lychee martinis.

Here are seven reasons why your mid-20s can be pretty sh*tty:

1. Hangovers are now a four-day affair.

You still want to drink like a 20-year-old, but you now have the hangover recovery rate of someone much older.

When you were 21, a cup of tea and six strips of bacon were all it took to fend off a hangover.

Now, a bottle of wine will send you into a two-day coma, followed by three days of looking like sh*t.


2. You actually have to go to the gym to stay thin.

There was a time when your “diet” involved having only two slices of pizza before a night out.

At the age of 21, your metabolism was that of an Olympic athlete (pretty damn fast), but in your mid-to-late-20s, a flat stomach requires some hard work.

Life is now all about food prep and smoothie bowls for breakfast.

You pretend to be all about that fitness life, but really, you miss the days when you could eat seven muffins in a row and still have a thigh gap.


3. You’ve been working for eight years, and have zero savings to show for it.

There is a chance you might live with your parents forever. They slightly resent you for this.

If you’re lucky enough to earn enough money for a mortgage, you’re still broke because your monthly wages go toward paying that off.


4. People keep saying things like you “only have four more years until you’re 30.”

As if you needed a reminder of your ever-declining youth.

The only thing you have on your side is a ton of moisturizer and the hope that you can be one of those 30-year-olds who still looks 24.


5. You’ve actually started worrying about the future.

When you’re in your early 20s, bad decisions don’t matter.

Nothing matters because you have plenty of time to figure it all out.

Now, you’re older and still just as unsure about everything.

Only this time, you’re closer to 30 than you are to 20, so the fact that your sh*t is still not together kind of freaks you out.

Incidentally, it has occurred to you that school and university might have taught you a lot of things, but how to deal with real life was not one of them.


6. When people ask, “How’s the love life going?” you want to die inside.

Your grandparents keep subtly mentioning how nice it would be to see your wedding day before they die.

You don’t have the heart to tell them that’s unlikely.

Every other person on your Facebook timeline is getting married or engaged, and you’re still trying to decide whether re-downloading Tinder for the fourth time is a good idea.


7. Your favorite mid-week drinking spot is in front of the TV.

There was a time when Thursday was the new Friday and Wednesday night was wine night.

Now, spontaneous mid-week drinks need to be booked three weeks in advance, just so you have enough time to mentally prepare for them.

Five years ago, a casual night out involved coming home drunk on tequila, wearing a hat you stole from a stranger at the bar.

Now, just the thought of tequila makes you want to crawl under a blanket and stay there.

Welcome to adulthood, my friend.

7 Facts About Your Mid-20s That Prove You’re Still A Mess

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5 Optimistic Thoughts That Will Change Your Perspective On Life

I always believed optimism was something only endlessly happy people had mastered; whereas, pessimism was the gift of the constantly miserable. After all, it’s easy to have a happy outlook on the future when you are already happy.

But what if your state of happiness and, in fact, the outcome of your life all depend on you? If your state of happiness is a direct result of your state of mind, then who’s to say we are not in control of how happy we choose to be on a daily basis?

It can be argued that if you think good things will happen, they will. But if you constantly expect the worst, that’s what you will get.

When we wake up in the morning, our attitude forms the catalyst for a sequence of events which determine the outcome of the rest of our day. Even the smallest shift in your emotions can be the difference between a good day and a bad one.

The problem is that, quite often, our emotions are ruled by the wrong things. Our minds become preoccupied by various issues, which seem like the center of our universe at the time, but in the large scheme of things, they can be quite unimportant.

If life is a puzzle, then remember every day is just one little piece. Even if one tiny puzzle piece doesn’t make perfect sense on its own, we have to assume it’s an important part of the bigger picture.

In failing that, when seeking your inner optimism, try to remember:

1. Everything happens for a reason.

Sometimes the reason is you are a moron and make terrible decisions. Other times, terrible things happen through no fault of your own. Although you can’t see it at the time, these things tend to have a larger purpose.

Being broken up with might lead you to the best relationship of your life. Missing a promotion might send you knocking on a different door, a better one.

Even the awful mistakes that have no obvious silver lining end up acting like life lessons, which save us from making the same mistake at a more important point in our lives.


2. Life only gives you as much as you can handle.

A tough situation won’t be the end of you. A terrible day, week or month won’t break you.

Imagine that tough times are kind of like sprinting on a treadmill: You’re exhausted and it would be so much easier to just give up, go home and lie down, but if you persevere and get to the end, you’ll be proud you made it.


3. Happiness is a choice.

Find something to be happy about in the morning. Anything.

Be happy that your eyeliner looks symmetrical; be happy that your boss is in a morning meeting and you don’t have to see him until after twelve. Be happy it’s almost Friday or your squats are paying off.

There are always things that can bring us down if we let them — things that aren’t going quite right in our lives.

The difference between a happy person and a miserable person are the thoughts they choose to give room to in their minds.


4. Nothing is permanent.

Life is in a constant state of change. Sometimes, you might be trapped in a situation that you feel will last forever.

But even the least optimistic person logically knows that nothing stays the same. No one has ever lived a life of only highs or only lows. The point is to appreciate the good times when you have them and not to let the bad times rule your life.

Sometimes, various situations consume us. They take over our minds and we become convinced we won’t be happy again. We can’t understand why things never go our way or why we never get the things we truly want.

Often, a year down the line, you won’t believe you were so upset about something which seems so trivial now.

Things change; people change; your needs and desires change. It’s always good to remember that, especially when you’re convinced your life is falling apart.


5. You always have the final say.

There are a hundred different possible outcomes in your life, but these outcomes are not random. You get the final say in how your life turns out. You choose your career, your friends, your partners and with whom you share your life.

We don’t control everything, but we still control a hell of a lot. So stop blaming the “universe” or “bad luck” on how your life is turning out and take some control back.

If you’re not happy about something, change it. If you genuinely can’t change it, then trust that everything will be okay in the end.

I can’t promise you that it’ll look the same way you imagined, but believe it or not, it doesn’t always have to.

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9 Undeniable Signs You Hate Your Job And It’s Ruining Your Life

Sure, you dread Mondays more than the dentist, and yes you need three cups of coffee before you can even allow your colleagues to so much as look at you, but that’s normal, right?

Well, what if I told you Mondays aren’t the problem and Brenda from accounts isn’t either.

The undeniable fact is that you hate your job and probably need a new one.

Not convinced?

See how many of the following “I hate my job” symptoms are true to you:

1. You need more than five hits of the snooze button every morning before you even consider getting up.

From the moment you open your eyes, you are already counting down the 14 hours until you’ll be back in your bed again.

By the time you actually emerge from under your duvet, you’re 30 minutes behind schedule and you have already decided you’re not wearing makeup or doing your hair today.

On the plus side, your boss is so used to you being late every morning, and you’re pretty sure he thinks your working hours are 9:45 to 5:30 now.


2. Your only work friendship is built on your mutual hatred of everyone else there.

You spend the majority of the working day sending ranting texts to each other from five feet apart.

“FML,” “Lord give me strength” and “I don’t get paid enough for this sh*t,” are the basis of all your text conversations.


3. You frequently fantasize about retirement. You’re 26.

You have also started playing the lottery and looking to marry up.

Since keeping your job is the new pay raise, you have to think outside the box when it comes to raising funds.


4. During the workday, you check Facebook more often than you check your work email.

In fact, your office hours spent web surfing is getting out of hand.

When asked to do something, you may look up from your online shopping basket and say, “Can you drop me an email about it please?”

But, what you really mean is, “I’m going to need another three coffees before I’m fully functional.

Send me an email and if I can be bothered, I’ll do it later.”


5. You spend a fair number of your working hours looking for a new job.

When your boss asks you to do something, you reply with, “I’m just in the middle of an important email, I’ll be with you in 10.”

You then casually continue your application process.


6. Your weekends have become the most precious thing in the world to you.

More precious than your family, more precious than your friends and more precious than those shoes you spent half of last month’s pay on.

You constantly congratulate yourself on getting through another month of work.


7. You’re no longer tactful when disagreeing with your boss.

Most of your exchanges hold a sarcastic undertone. Sometimes you remember to smile so he or she can think you’re joking, sometimes you don’t.

You find his or her feelings about you to be somewhat inconsequential anyway.

After all, what’s the worse he could do? Fire you? You should be so lucky.


8. Coffee and wine form the basis of your pre and post-work diet.

Coffee to help you face the day and wine to help you forget it.


9. You avoid after-work office happy hours like the plague.

Especially since your entire relationship with every single member of staff is based on you being too sober to tell them what you actually think of them.

Plus, you already spend eight unwanted hours of the day with these morons; not even alcohol can persuade you to prolong that.

You’d much rather go home, make a cup of tea and seek comfort in the fact another day is over.

But here’s the thing: The average person spends about half of his or her waking life at work.

So, by this logic, if you hate your job, you hate your life.

If you’re unhappy, perhaps it’s time to find a new job that better suits your interests and skills.

Or, if you can’t manage that, at the very least find one that pays well enough that you couldn’t hate it even if you tried.

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10 Things You Need To Just Accept Before You Can Be Truly Happy

In life, there is no manual or 10-step guide to happiness.

No one can explain why those who seem to have it all sometimes feel empty inside, while others who have almost nothing walk around with a constant smile on their faces.

There is no logical formula for happiness and no tangible item that can promise long-term joy.

Many of us walk through life feeling underwhelmed with our existence, and believing happiness is something of which we are in pursuit, as opposed to something we possess.

We set goals, believing certain things will make us happy: having more money, having that car, buying a house or even those shoes.

Then, once we have said things, we cannot comprehend why we still feel the same. The thing is, no one knows what happiness is or how to achieve it (not even those who have it).

But, if we work around the assumption that happiness is a frame of mind, there are some things we need to work on accepting before we can ever truly achieve it:

1. You can’t control everything — get used to it.

Instead of obsessing about things you can’t change, take control of the things you can.

You can’t follow the same routine and expect a different outcome. In order for your life to change, you have to make some changes.


2. Your life might turn out differently from what you planned or expected.

Everyone has a vision of what life might look like five or 10 years down the line.

Subsequently, every one of us is living in the shadows of our unfulfilled expectations and plans, and we find ourselves saying things like, “I thought I’d be rich by now,” or “I thought I’d be engaged by now.”

The fact of the matter is your life may very well take a different route than what you had envisioned, but just because the journey is different to what you expected, doesn’t mean you won’t reach the same destination in the end.


3. There will always be bumps in the road.

Count your blessings, not your troubles.

Your life is never going to be perfect because there’s no such thing. We spend so much of our time complaining about what could be better, instead of focusing on the things which are pretty damn good.

The truth is you’ll never be happy if you spend too much time focusing on your shortcomings because eventually, they are all you’ll be able to see.


4. There will always be someone whose life is better than yours.

The secret to happiness is to stop comparing yourself to others.


5. Accept that your life is working out exactly how it’s meant to.

We believe things happen for a reason because we have to. The thought that every tiny action is a catalyst to more random events, and that even the smallest decision could change the entire outcome of our future, is too terrifying to contemplate, so don’t.

Let go of what you thought should happen and live in what is happening — it’s happening for a reason (well, probably).


6. Remember, there’s only so much you can control.

The rest is down to luck and timing. Have faith in your own story; it’s not over yet, and even if you’re unhappy now, there may be a plot twist in chapter 19.


7. You’ve made some mistakes and you’ll probably make some more.

It’s not the end of the world.

Instead of worrying about every small regret, ask yourself, “Will this matter in a year?” If the answer is “no,” then, perhaps, it’s not something you should spend hours worrying about.


8. You can’t keep everyone happy.

If you spend too much time trying to please others, you’ll end up pleasing everyone but yourself.

Learn to say “no” every now and then because, sometimes, you just need to focus on the things important to you.


9. Some things are out of your control — let them happen.

Fighting things you can’t control is a waste of your energy.

You can’t smash a plate and expect to control where the pieces fall. When times are tough, it’s best to let the pieces fall where they may and then work on putting them all back together again.


10. Set some goals, then demolish them.

Life is more exciting when it’s filled with possibilities. Set some goals and then work toward achieving something you want.

While you’re at it, try to remember being happy isn’t about accomplishing everything you have on your to-do list, but how much fun you have while attempting to achieve each and every life goal.

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How Social Media Has Made Us Obsessed With Making Life Look Perfect

These days, appearances are everything.

People are more concerned with proving to the rest of the world that they’re having the time of their lives than actually enjoying themselves.

The 27 flawless “night out” pictures are more important than the night itself. If a girl purchases a new dress, it’s more likely for a new Facebook profile photo than an actually party.

Not to mention, going out without uploading a new Snapchat story or Instagram picture is inconceivable; without evidence of your escapades, as far as the world is concerned, they didn’t happen.

If you go to a bar, half the people in there will likely be on their phones. If they’re not taking selfies, they’re possibly on Tinder, happily meeting strangers through the Internet while scowling at the real-life ones around them who don’t even think about approaching for a real-life conversation.

As for who you’re actually talking to online, everyone on the Internet is selling you a dream. The thought of uploading a photo that is anything less than perfect is unimaginable, so every picture is taken with precision, the best lighting, best angle and most appealing filter.

Regarding first dates, well, thank God for restaurants with dim lighting. Plus, all that really matters is the hot profile picture he’ll show his friends of the girl he went on a date with, not so much what she actually looked like.

It’s not because his standards are low, but because when you remove the screen, you realize that little imperfections aren’t the end of the world; in fact, they are what make all of us human.

Then, of course, there are the people who have already found someone to love them. These are the ones who are in relationships, offline. For many of these couples, being in love is not enough and a relationship isn’t considered truly successful until it’s on Facebook.

If someone buys you flowers, in exchange, you have to take a picture and upload it. After all, what is the point of being happy if not everyone knows about it?

Singles begin to resent their newsfeeds because they just serve as reminders of an inability to find a partner, let alone someone who buys them flowers and takes them to Paris for the weekend.

Somehow, when faced with endless photos captioned “bae” and littered with love hearts, it’s easy to forget that people only post their best moments and choose to keep all their worst ones private. Your life may fall short of someone’s picture perfect one, but more often than not, so does the life of whomever posted it.

Logic aside, it seems that the success of any relationship is measured by how many pictures you each post with your significant other, and those who never post pictures are assumed to be in miserable relationships, leading unfulfilled lives.

And, it’s not just dating that’s the issue.

Sometimes I wonder if people arrange to meet up with their friends because they miss them or because they haven’t updated their Snapchat stories in six hours and need some new material to prove to the world they’re having a good time.

The fact of the matter is, brag culture has resulted in us being too busy narrating our lives online that we’re forgetting to live them. Trust me, no great story ever started with “Hey, remember that time we took 37 photos in your car…?”

Life is now a popularity contest, and it seems that the popularity is less dependent on how many friends you have and is more a reflection of how many Twitter followers you possess.

Girls upload Instagram pictures and then delete them the next day if they did not receive a sufficient number of “likes” because that alone is considered a reflection of how many people like them in real life.

Don’t let social media fool you. There are people who have hardly any likes on their Instagram pictures, but still have lots of friends, and others with hundreds of likes despite being the loneliest people of all.

There are couples who seldom upload pictures or share online declarations of their love, who are happier than the ones who share every “date night” in your Twitter feed.

There are people who don’t brag, who are halfway to a deposit on their first house and others who are pictured in VIP every Saturday night who don’t have a penny to their names.

So, don’t believe everything you see online because appearances are just that.

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Sold My Soul To The Devil For A Job.

As of 2006, ambitious women the world over watched as a Meryl Streep type Anna Wintour invaded their screens, reminding them that a modern day love story, can be just as much about a job as it can be about a man.

Girls are no longer raised to polish oven doors, we’re here to work. Don’t get me wrong, I know my way around a turkey baster as well as the next Nigella Lawson, but I was brought up knowing I had to work, and since statistically we spend 99,117 hours of our lives doing just that, I figured I might as well get the job that I want. Unfortunately for me, so did everyone else.

Everyone seems to be looking for a job, yet no one seems to know what wins in the battle between industry experience and education. Take it from me, who has tried both, having the right contacts wins hands down every time. Instead of complaining about it, you just accept the hierarchy of the working world, and start from the bottom. The bottom of course, being unpaid.

The chances are life will throw you a lifeline eventually, even if it is a minimum wage one. You take it of course, because let’s face it, a few thousand a year, is better than no thousand at all.

Before you disagree with me, I must admit it’s not just the career aspect of ’The Devil Wears Prada’ that caught my interest. It’s was the Chanel. And the Prada of course. Definitely the Prada. I need shoes, and not just for my own vanity, no, I need them to make a good impression on that next job interview, waiting just around the corner.

Also if like myself, being able to afford to move out before the age of forty seems an appealing prospect, you must embrace the jobs which pay badly, just as much as the ones which pay well.

As for my soul. That was sold a long time ago. I could blame the companies which take us in under their umbrella, fully qualified, yet working for free. One volunteer after the other, all of them getting the job done, not one asking for a penny, because having the experience on the CV is payment enough.

I could even blame the boss, who pays you too little despite demanding so much. Yes, he definitely deserves a mention.

Not because they are the reason I will soon be purchasing from the very charity shops I once donated to. Or for the lines around my eyes which no Sainsbury’s bought home facial can seem to eradicate. But because they gave me the first taste of what success could taste like, and I kind of liked it.


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Fortune, Fate or Just Dumb Luck?

Make a choice, change your life. I dare you.

I have been advised by my daily horoscope to take a break. Not that I needed an Oracle to tell me that. And not that I much believe in Star Signs either, but due to a complete lack of any personal wisdom I thought I’d seek outside help.

I’ve never been a believer in fate, I think we make our own decisions, and the relevant outcomes are ones we inadvertently chose. That being said, I’ve been hoping that perhaps (for maybe the first time ever) I might be wrong.

If someone could convince me that everything happens for a reason, then I wouldn’t have to worry so much, about all the choices I have miscalculated. Wouldn’t it be nice, if instead of regretting the things which go wrong, we can just assume that if they were meant to be, they would.

I’d definitely sleep better at night if I could just conclude that things happen because they’re meant to, and I have no actual control, just the illusion of it. Because the alternative, that things aren’t all tied up in fate, and that we make our own luck, involves a lot more bravery than I think I can summon. If life is, as I had originally thought, unplanned, unscripted and just plain messy, then every tiny thing you or I do, effects the way we’ll end up.

Think about it.

Leaving 2 minutes later for work, can be the difference between a collision, and a morning spent listening to mediocre breakfast music. Smoking that cigarette can be the difference between living till 40 and living till 85. Applying for that job might be the line between survival and success. Going to this bar instead of that one is the difference between meeting someone, and never even knowing they existed. And telling someone how you feel could be the difference between being happy, and not.

If this doesn’t scare you, then maybe you could share some insight, because it sure as hell scares me.


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Not Quite Resolutions

Image From http://therichkidwannabe.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolutions-for-new-year.htmlI’ve never much believed in New Years Resolutions, mainly because the turning of the year is no more likely to get me on a treadmill than bikini season or my gym instructor’s scornful “I haven’t seen you here in months” eyes. So just to be clear these are not resolutions. It’s two weeks into 2012, so we can agree that I’ve definitely missed the resolution making portion of the year.

These are not so much ways to improve myself, and lets face it why would I want to (don’t answer that) but instead, more ways to ensure I don’t reach 2013 without a single thing to show for myself aside from that increasing Jack Daniels dependency. And shoes, far, far too many shoes.

1. Get a job, one which pays more than the most minimum of wages. As much as I love my mum, I can’t spend the next 27 years living at home, which incidentally is how long it would take me to put a deposit on the very shittiest of flats with my current salary.

2. Sky dive, or bungee jump, or take up aerobatic flying lessons or pretty much anything in this general category that is guaranteed to make me pee my pants a little bit. You’re never going to be amazed in life, unless you do some things, which are a little bit amazing.

3. Succeed in getting George Michaels “Faith” out of my head. It’s been stuck there for approximately 3 years, and whilst before it was bad, now it also comes with the accompanying dance moves compliments of J.D. No not the liquor, the character, in Scrubs.

4. Visit a county, where the rain is warm. Or perhaps before I get ahead of myself, I should aim to visit a country which is not Cypriot, Greek, Greek-Cypriot or any other variation which results in me eating Feta in the village tavern owned by Stelios.

5. Slow dance. Not jokingly. Not with my God-sister while drunk. Not with my dog (who for the record does an excellent Waltz) and not with my fingers on the steering wheel whilst bored in traffic.

The list could go on. A result of a very unproductive 2011 no doubt, I am left with a million and one things I was always meant to, but never quite got around to doing. I guess I could add teaching my dad how to text to the list and losing that last pound that just won’t budge from my thighs, but like I said these’s aren’t resolutions, and I am not a miracle worker.


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How To Recognise People With Foreign Parents.

I’ve lived in London my whole life. I was born over here so I suppose that makes me, if not English, then British at least. So what separates me from all my English friends? Because despite the fact we all went to the same school, watched the same cartoons growing up and all now live within about a 2mile radius of each other, there is a definite difference.

It’s our families, and while my classmates were all bought up with some level of normalcy, I was raised by a man who herded sheep as a child and the woman who chose to marry him. On face value we might seem the same as every other Londoner, but once you know how to read the signs, you’ll notice that you can actually spot us as mile off…

1. You know you’re dealing with someone who has foreign parents when it takes them 10 minutes to explain to the Fed Ex guy how to spell their surname. “No… an.. as..iou… iou… no just one iou… here let me just write if for you!” Because apparently even spell-check can’t help you out with Athanasiou.

2. It doesn’t matter if she’s 26, while she’s living at home, if you’re picking her up for a date, the chances are you’re going to have to wait around the corner.

3. Also, once they do move out, it’s of no consequence how many years they’ve been living away from home, if they’re going to visit their parents, they will be coming back with a clean basket of laundry and 6 assorted Sainsbury’s carrier bags. This is has nothing to do with being spoilt, this is just how our mothers show us love.

Quiet Sunday Dinner...

4. Cooking for Sunday dinner doesn’t involve a quiet meal for 4. No, it involves peeling potatoes until your arm goes numb; after all it’s rude to cook and not invite the whole family over. And even if the whole family isn’t coming, it’s best to cook for them anyway… just in case. Don’t worry this isn’t wasteful, what doesn’t get eaten today will be re-heated four times and eaten every night next week.

5. If while cooking together you pass them the wooden spoon and they duck, I promise this is completely normal. It’s a reflex deeply ingrained in them from the age of about 10 when they brought home their first bad report card and in turn got their first beating. Other such painful memory triggers include: slippers, brooms and their mums hand.

6. This one may be Cypriot specific but, we don’t say turn ‘on the lights’, we say ‘open the lights’. And no, despite being corrected several million times, we still don’t care that it doesn’t make any sense.

7. We have all at some point in our lives received a lecture which is a variation on the classic: “I came to this country with only two pounds in my pocket and I worked hard to build all this for you so you and your sister could have everything…” This may have something to do with the fact our parents believe we don’t recognise hard work due to the fact we have never ploughed a field.

8. “I’m going on holiday to see my family” tends to mean “see you in 5 weeks. I may have a twinge to my accent upon return and if all goes to plan I will be almost black”.

9. Despite being born over here, and having cultivated just about every British tradition going,  we still refer to everyone else as: “English People“.

Souvla Sunday...

10. Again, this may be a Cypriot specific adaptation, derived from the days where public transport was called Laki The Donkey, or perhaps it’s a result of our families missing the village days where everything you ever needed was a 3 minute walk away. Either way we all live pretty much down the same road, or at a push a couple of roads over. This essentially saves money on phone calls because you don’t need to call everyone to invite them to a Sunday BBQ, you just put the meat on and wait for them to smell it.


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Am I Dead Inside?

I can’t cry during Titanic. Can’t being the operative word because I’ve actually tried.

And it’s not just Titanic. I sit through every heart wrenching film the Odeon has to offer, next to my best friend who’s going through Kleenex like tears are back in fashion, and I’m just sitting there thinkingplease just give me one tear, just one little tear. But alas, nothing.

It’s not that I never cry, I mean the check-out boy at KFC who gave me the wrong order once is testimony to that. It’s more that I seem to have accidentally trained my body to recognize it as a sign of weakness. It falls into the same category as all those other things normal girls should be able to do, but I find such a challenge. Like say the L word (to someone, anyone other than my dog). Or text a guy first. Or bloody hell even hug my friends without thinking, “Okay get off me now, I’m patting your back, why aren’t you getting the hint, everyone knows the back-pat is a sign to immediately remove yourself from me”.

Now I’ve put a lot of thought into this so hear me out… maybe it’s not me that’s the problem. Maybe it’s every other girl in the world with an overly developed level of sensitivity, making me look bad, and ruining all the hard work put in by women who have chosen to evolve past housewives.

They go around, telling guys how much they l*ve them after three weeks of dating, and cry on trains when they read a story in the Metro about a kitten being put in a dustbin and Lord save me, even update their statuses with quotes from The Notebook. But because there’s an actual army of them, instead of cringing, everyone’s got used to it, and dare I say it accepted this as the norm.

Then there’s me. And I think surely I haven’t got it so wrong.

So it takes me a little while to warm up to someone. Even if I really want to I can’t just go up to them and say “hell, I like you, wanna make out” (and jeez isn’t that the man’s job anyway?)

So I watch My Sisters Keeper and think “that’s so sad” instead of letting my the sadness run down my face. At least I can leave the cinema without mascara on my chin.

So I’m stubborn as hell and won’t admit  it if nervous. Is that really the worst quality you can find in a girl?

Oh it is..? Then darling I’m screwed.


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