ONE. None of us are fucking up like we think we are. We’re always making progress even if we don’t feel like we are.
TWO. It’s not unhealthy to dwell a little, because that’s how you figure out what you think and what matters to you. That’s what opens your mind to new perspectives & helps you realise what you don’t want to do again. It’s what matures you. You should spend time dwelling, but not so much that you pass off chances to live & make new memories…and more shit to dwell over.
Delivering you straight to my favourite woman Becky today. She is the relationship advice where I fail to be so because my primary occupation is avoiding relationships. She is my sanity and my bad influence and I am certain that you’ll love her as much as I do. She also quite possibly talks even more than I do, so I’ll let her get straight to it…
Traipsing the internet for a suitable image of a man’s abs is just exhauuuusting. Woe is me.
Needs must, of course. I couldn’t just whip a photo out of the Camera Roll like I do most blog posts…as tempting as that was.
I do like me some abs on a man. I’m in no position to regard them as a necessity since my own abs are on a very long sabbatical, but I am unapologetically appreciative of some goods abs. And some good arms. And some good hands. Is this getting weird now?
You’re a smart woman, you know that looks don’t count for everything despite how increasingly obsessed we are as a generation with looking good and making sure, with the aid of social media and useful filters, that everybody else knows we look good. Physical attraction can only carry you so far, and it should only carry your affections so far. (more…)
Do you ever seem to have conversations that pop up repeatedly within the space of a week or so? Like the same thing seems to be on everybody’s minds? I’ve been having two recently.
One being about the kind of relationship I and whoever I’m having the conversation with really wants. Between my own assorted late night thoughts and several conversations mainly spurred by “How are things going with Whatshisname?”, I’ve realised something.
I do not want a ‘serious relationship’. (more…)
Hasten to say that I’m not bitter towards a good ol’ bit of loving. Or towards boys. I love love and I love boys, quite frankly. Its all good fun…when it isn’t driving you absolutely crazy. I think it’s important to take what you can from every relationship/fling/crush without taking unnecessary baggage with you when you meet the next guy. Baggage restrictions should be a thing in love as well as on flights. “Baggage is thy enemy”, I’m sure a Greek philosopher once said.
I hate to say, but I think I already said in a recent post, that most of our most brutal lessons emerge when things don’t quite go our way.
And that, of course, is how I’ve learned my own most annoying lessons about love… (more…)