15 | Not single, Not taken | Toronto
I don’t understand why everyone wants to be tied down so bad. It does get pretty lonely sometimes but it’s better than being suffocated all the time. I can hangout with whoever I want without having someone assume that I’m going to cheat on them or something. I never have to deal with those stupid arguments and annoying my friends by talking about them so much. And I can hangout whenever I want without feeling guilty about it. I mean, it would be nice to fall asleep on the phone with someone special, have monthaverseries and all that other cute shit, but I’m not desperate for it. I have the rest of my life to be tied down, I’m going to have as much fun as I can now.
We call people selfish for thinking only about themselves. We call people selfish because they do not consider the feelings of others, or worse yet, our feelings. They’re selfish because they’re so focused on themselves, not concerned with our well-being or the well-being of others.
Or maybe we are the selfish ones. For wanting our feelings to be considered, for wanting to be acknowledged properly, for wanting so badly to be apart of the picture that they save no room for us to fit in.
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When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day isn’t enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open area between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous “yes.”
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
“Now,” said the professor as the laughter subsided, “I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things…your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions…and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your home and perhaps your car.
The sand is everything else…the small stuff. “If you put the sand into the jar first,” he continued, “there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.
“Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Enjoy a romantic dinner with the one you love. Play another 9 or 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the faucet.
Take care of the golf balls first…the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. “I’m glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.- Unknown
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Sometimes you spend so much time convincing yourself that you’re better off alone that you actually forget what it’s like to be happy with someone else.
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You know, the one that stays on your mind all day long? Like no matter how much they did you wrong, you’re always trying to find a way to make it right with them. When they apologized countless times but made the same mistakes again, you still forgave them since they make you weak. When you stand there and let them hurt you just because you think they’re worth all the pain. Even if you say that you’ve moved on, if they come back to you, you would take them back in a heartbeat. It’s the most confusing feeling ever because you love and hate them at the exact same time. And if you let them go, they always seem to find a way back to your heart without even trying.
Normal:
When I’m with you
When you’re with someone else
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Even though I’m tired of waiting, I still continue to do it because…I don’t know. It doesn’t make sense to me. There’s just something about you that keeps me locked and I always find myself waiting around for you, even when I thought I moved on. I don’t even know what I’m trying to say, I just wish you would realize how much you mean to me.
Nike Women | Make Yourself | Fall 2011 Campaign
I hate it when you’re venting to a certain friend, and they’re the type that doesn’t really listen all that well to you. Like, hello I’m spilling my freakin’ heart and feelings out here, and you’re barely listening to me. Sure, you’re listening, but it’s more of just like a “Mhmm, Oh, That sucks, Yeah” type of response. It just irks me oh so much because I’m that type that actually takes time to listen to you when YOU have your problems and shit to deal with, I even talk back— give you advice, reassurance, and all. Being a genuine friend in the time to help one back in need. And this is how you repay me as a “listening ear” in return. I feel like I just wasted a big chunk of my time explaining everything to you.
