There's no fun in doing something someone else's way...there's a million different paths in life...so DO YOU!
~SilentDreamer~
Yesterday I was hanging out with a few girlfriends and one of them looked at me and goes, “Gina you are not a normal girl.” At first I was like, what does that even mean? What is it about me that I don’t get classified as a normal girl? So I continued to ask her what she meant and she said, you aren’t normal because you don’t complain about being single, you don’t complain about your looks, and you don’t care what guys think of you. Needless to say I was completely taken aback. IS THAT WHAT “NORMAL” GIRLS DO? When was the standard established? I’ve been one of the guys for most of my life, so I know how they talk about girls and what they think, I’ve become immune to the shit they say both good and bad. So that’s why I don’t care what guys think of me, because for one they are probably telling me one thing and telling their friends another and two, which is the most important reason for me, is that I am not here to please them. So they are free to think what they want, I’m not changing the way I am just to affect the way they think about me. Which then goes into me complaining about my looks. If I’m happy with the way I look then why should I complain. Yeah there are days when I’m going out and I think, damn my hair looks like I got attacked by a balloon, but eff it. I’m not going out to impress anyone. I don’t give two shits the way I look because, I dress so that I’m comfortable not so that my ass looks perfectly round or my hair is looking voluminous or whatever. Lastly, every girl, well I’m not sure about every, but most girls want to be in a relationship. They want to have someone they can spend time with and who appreciates them and what not. But if I’m single there is nothing I can do about it but sit and wait for someone to come along. I also don’t believe in letting the whole world know that I’m single and I want a boyfriend or whatever. They don’t need to hear me complain about that, it’s pointless. Yeah, sometimes you just want to vent, and I’m sure almost every single girl has at one point thought, “is something wrong with me?” but hunny, there is nothing wrong with me or any other single girl. I just choose not to complain about being single and I choose to wait for the right person. There’s honestly nothing else that can be done. Complaining is not going to help the right guy come along any faster, in fact it’ll probably scare guys away because no guy wants to be with a girl that’s desperate or clingy or whatever the emotion. So I have no idea where my thought process behind those three factors classifies me as being an abnormal girl.
I’m smiling now
even though I have no swag when it comes to talking to guys I like
why couldn’t I at least know how to flirt properly.
ehh whatever.
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Heartwarming Tearjerker of the Day: The sheer cliffs at the mouth of Sydney Harbor have long been a popular Australian suicide spot. But they’re about to get a lot more deadly — the local man who is credited with talking at least 160 people out of killing themselves since 1964 died this week.
Window-watcher Don Ritchie, known as the Angel of the Gap, could spot the troubled ones from his home across the street; he’d wander down to the cliff-edge and calmly ask, “Can I help you in some way?” More often then not, he could. He’d chat with them a bit, then invite them back to his place for a cup of tea.
“My ambition has always been to just get them away from the edge, to buy them time, to give them the opportunity to reflect and give them the chance to realize that things might look better the next morning,” Ritchie once said. “You just can’t sit there and watch them. You’ve got to try and save them.”
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Heartwarming Tearjerker of the Day: The sheer cliffs at the mouth of Sydney Harbor have long been a popular Australian suicide spot. But they’re about to get a lot more deadly — the local man who is credited with talking at least 160 people out of killing themselves since 1964 died this week.
Window-watcher Don Ritchie, known as the Angel of the Gap, could spot the troubled ones from his home across the street; he’d wander down to the cliff-edge and calmly ask, “Can I help you in some way?” More often then not, he could. He’d chat with them a bit, then invite them back to his place for a cup of tea.
“My ambition has always been to just get them away from the edge, to buy them time, to give them the opportunity to reflect and give them the chance to realize that things might look better the next morning,” Ritchie once said. “You just can’t sit there and watch them. You’ve got to try and save them.”
(via alec-acec)
