I don’t get people who do not read. like, how are you comfortable with knowing so little? it doesn’t bug you there there is so much you don’t know? and i don’t just mean books or novels, i get it, not everyone has the patience for those. but for once, would you Google more than naked women doing deep plunges?(though i don’t know why i … Continue reading I don’t get people..
i keep telling people i am good with pain. i am the kind of person who will rate my pain at eight on a scale of one to ten and still refuse to take painkillers. on most days, its because i hate medicine. but on other days its because there is something about pain that fascinates me. morbid i know.pain is rather grounding; physical or … Continue reading The allure of pain
“men are stronger than women” yeah of course. it would be stupid to argue the fact that you can bench more weight than i it would be stupid to deny that i like it when you carry me of course you are physically stronger than women but it would be stupid not to acknowledge there are several dimensions to strength. and in some things, women … Continue reading when boys say men are stronger than women..
first, i hate hash tags. so you bet if i am hashtaging something, it must be worth it. so this hashtag has been generated in Nairobi, Kenya due to some barbaric events. it so happens that there are some idle men in the streets of Nairobi who take pleasure in stripping women. their reasoning is that these women were indecently dressed. so one minute you … Continue reading #MyDressMyChoice
they say the only way to get over someone is to get under someone else. that the only way to get over something is to get busy. distract yourself. well, this is my distraction. my escape. my attempt to flee reality. my source of happiness, temporary as it may be. this is me clutching onto the last straws of what was my determination a feeling … Continue reading on escapes and safehouses
The friend zone. this phrase rolls differently on my tongue. it tastes strange, unfamiliar, stranger. not because because i have no experience with its implication. actually i do not; at least not according to me. let me tell you why. first, there is nothing more precious to me than friendship. i do not understand why people make it seem like a bad thing. just because … Continue reading The Friend Zone
“i am so sorry” i say for the umpteenth time i want to stop apologizing but i am scared that you hate me now for stepping on your toes so i am sorry please do not hate me i want you to like me i need them to love me and i am sorry that i feel so inadequate that i need constant reassurance “it’s … Continue reading Obsessively Compulsively Apologetic
Growing up. One of those things in life we can do on our own terms. With all its pressures and everyone chipping in with what’s right and what isn’t, eventually it all comes down to us deciding what we are going to become. And that is the problem with irrevocable choice; plenty of room to make mistakes. Or at least that’s how it was and … Continue reading Growing up
so my previous blog post was about finding yourself and about how back and forth a process this is. so back to the same friend i was having this “finding yourself” conversation with, would you imagine she had the audacity to tell me i am transitioning from “depressed” to “not depressed.” but i am just being dramatic, i will admit though, there is some truth … Continue reading Is this a sequel? i do not know, you decide…
just this morning, i was talking to my friend and she was telling me the way “finding yourself” is the most cliche activity known to mankind. and i was like,”you should though.” i know people who think that this is a rich-people thing. i honestly don’t know how i feel about that but this much i know, losing yourself is not a rich-people thing. take … Continue reading finding yourself..