I don't get why most people think they have the right to judge your life's decisions, especially when you neither owe these people anything or are answerable to them or their uncles.
So you decide to quit your full-time job and spend your time indulging in activities that mean something to you, far more than wasting your life at a dead-end job or running on a treadmill like a hamster in a wheel. How does it affect anyone really? Unless your decision has a direct impact on someone else's life, does it really concern anyone? And why must you justify what you do with your time? Especially to people who have no idea what it's like to live in your skin. Your priorities are your own and you don't need to spell them out to anyone else.
And why must people bound to each other under societal and religious sanctions (both of which I have scant regard for) act like they are superior to you? So you aligned your lives in public and had your parents squander their life's savings so that you could show the world that you are normal? Does that mean the rest of us now kiss the ground you walk on? And just because you had unprotected sex one night and popped out a kid, does that make you better than the rest of us who didn't or couldn't? I'm sorry but when did marriage and having babies become achievements that need applause? Every second person in the world does it, it's how the human race continues to exist. And when did longevity spell out success in a relationship? You may be married to someone for 10 years, 3 months and 2 days... so does that turn you into a rock star? Doesn't it matter how you and your spouse treat each other when no one is watching? Do you truly love and support each other? Are you complementing each other's lives or suffocating the hell out of each other? Husbands spying on wives, wives tormenting their husbands' friends, both husbands and wives turning their children against each other, living lives of frustration, hatred and despair... but no, as long as you post shiny happy selfies together then all is well in your airbrushed world. I hate it when these same fake people turn around and point fingers at the way you live your life.
The truth is I love relationships and love. I love the idea of two people spending their lives together out of choice and willingly stimulating each other mentally, emotionally and physically. I love the idea of romantic, intellectual and sexual congress. And to find them all in one person who respects you is truly bliss. I have experienced the elusive trifecta just once in my life, very briefly, and it has been one of my most valued relationships. So much so that we are still great friends and can discuss any topic under the sun. We may not meet or speak for months, but all it takes is one text message or phone call to beautifully align. In our initial weeks together, I remember him asking me, "G, do you think we could ever be a couple?" I said No. "What then?" he asked. "We will continue to be who we are... you, me, here, now... That is all and that is everything," I replied. He held me close and kissed me tenderly. We went on to make the sweetest love in my little bedroom drenched in the colours of the passion-red curtains fluttering as the rays of the evening sun danced on the ceramic-tiled floor. This is the only kind of relationship that can be fulfilling, in my opinion.
I also love children and believe that they can be so inspiring and enriching to your life. But I hate it when people brandish the fact that they have kids, like it's some badge of honour. Especially when they mistreat their children and use them as props for social validation. Having children and loving them for who they are and not what they can do for your image are separate things.
I don't care how I come across with this post. It may be an outrageous rant but I mean every word of it. And the next time some asshole tries to make me feel small about my life's choices, I'm going to send them the link to this!
So you decide to quit your full-time job and spend your time indulging in activities that mean something to you, far more than wasting your life at a dead-end job or running on a treadmill like a hamster in a wheel. How does it affect anyone really? Unless your decision has a direct impact on someone else's life, does it really concern anyone? And why must you justify what you do with your time? Especially to people who have no idea what it's like to live in your skin. Your priorities are your own and you don't need to spell them out to anyone else.
And why must people bound to each other under societal and religious sanctions (both of which I have scant regard for) act like they are superior to you? So you aligned your lives in public and had your parents squander their life's savings so that you could show the world that you are normal? Does that mean the rest of us now kiss the ground you walk on? And just because you had unprotected sex one night and popped out a kid, does that make you better than the rest of us who didn't or couldn't? I'm sorry but when did marriage and having babies become achievements that need applause? Every second person in the world does it, it's how the human race continues to exist. And when did longevity spell out success in a relationship? You may be married to someone for 10 years, 3 months and 2 days... so does that turn you into a rock star? Doesn't it matter how you and your spouse treat each other when no one is watching? Do you truly love and support each other? Are you complementing each other's lives or suffocating the hell out of each other? Husbands spying on wives, wives tormenting their husbands' friends, both husbands and wives turning their children against each other, living lives of frustration, hatred and despair... but no, as long as you post shiny happy selfies together then all is well in your airbrushed world. I hate it when these same fake people turn around and point fingers at the way you live your life.
The truth is I love relationships and love. I love the idea of two people spending their lives together out of choice and willingly stimulating each other mentally, emotionally and physically. I love the idea of romantic, intellectual and sexual congress. And to find them all in one person who respects you is truly bliss. I have experienced the elusive trifecta just once in my life, very briefly, and it has been one of my most valued relationships. So much so that we are still great friends and can discuss any topic under the sun. We may not meet or speak for months, but all it takes is one text message or phone call to beautifully align. In our initial weeks together, I remember him asking me, "G, do you think we could ever be a couple?" I said No. "What then?" he asked. "We will continue to be who we are... you, me, here, now... That is all and that is everything," I replied. He held me close and kissed me tenderly. We went on to make the sweetest love in my little bedroom drenched in the colours of the passion-red curtains fluttering as the rays of the evening sun danced on the ceramic-tiled floor. This is the only kind of relationship that can be fulfilling, in my opinion.
I also love children and believe that they can be so inspiring and enriching to your life. But I hate it when people brandish the fact that they have kids, like it's some badge of honour. Especially when they mistreat their children and use them as props for social validation. Having children and loving them for who they are and not what they can do for your image are separate things.
I don't care how I come across with this post. It may be an outrageous rant but I mean every word of it. And the next time some asshole tries to make me feel small about my life's choices, I'm going to send them the link to this!
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