This is going to be my first ever book review. I’ve never done a book review before. I’ve always thought about doing it, but I get so absorbed with reading so many interesting books a little too voraciously that the idea of sitting down and thinking critically about literature becomes nonexistent.
Out of all the books in the Romance department that I’ve read before, this is the most beguiling one of all. Far from Lisa Kleypas’ lovemaking-in-the-carriage scenes or Jane Austen’s witty, passionate characters, our heroine, Anastasia Steele, is an equal mix of these powerful psyches, only younger.
Ana is a 21-year-old college graduate of literature who’s ready to go out to the publishing world. She’s also a virgin, until she meets the handsome billionaire Christian Grey, who offered to get involved in a BDSM relationship exclusively with him.
Ana first came face-to-face with the wealthy 26-year-old entrepreneur Mr. Grey when she interviewed him for the student newspaper. She was dumbstruck, intimidated, yet lured by his charms, repeatedly falling off balance in his presence during the first chapters of the book. Not having a clue that she exudes the same “bewitching” effect on Grey, the manipulative man invited her to sign a nondisclosure agreement for him to have complete physical control over her life, putting her health and safety (and eventually happiness) above his own as a dominant, in exchange for Ana becoming his very own sex slave.
After learning Ana’s “lack of experience”, Grey became angry with himself for assuming otherwise. He agreed to give more time for Ana to consider signing agreement, though their mutual chemistry is unavoidable the whole time. He decided Ana needs his full attention, guidance, and “training” as he makes compromises (which he never does) for Ana’s limitations without satisfying his own kinky desires, all the while they started sleeping together like normal couples do. Much like Ana has never had a boyfriend all her life, Grey has never done the “girlfriend thing”, which is just a glimpse of his overall psyche that constantly needs to control.
Lots of sex and orgasms later, Ana slowly begins to see the Christian Grey hidden from the public as she unravels the dark past that makes him his dominating, often sadistic, yet melancholic “fucked up” self today.
So, everyone’s reading it. Well, mostly 30-something women and their burning loins who can’t put the book down. However, this “mommy porn” has captured the attention of younger and older women alike – even men. They read it for different reasons, yet what’s most compelling about James’ masterpiece is how it marries the (primal) gender roles of men and women in our modern separatistic culture – especially during a time when feminism is largely advocated.
It’s a worldwide phenomenon. More than 10 million copies were sold and still on demand for reprints every day since its publication. Suddenly, women are talking about their deepest sexual desires openly with their girlfriends, and men can put away their Maxims and FHMs away to join their private conversations. For married couples who read the book together, it helps either in reviving a long-forgotten sex life or in exploring their sexualities furthermore.
“It’s an invigorating book and encouraging for a man to really be uninhibited sexually and to really try pleasing his partner, because she really can have orgasms and just might really enjoy them,” said student Gern Blanston to International Business Times.
As an Asian 22-year-old girl, I’m more interested about how it will affect the women in Eastern cultures, which obviously will take a longer time to observe.
Part of why I purchased my e-book was because of my curiosity as to how this erotic trilogy has swept millions of women worldwide under their feet. The only thing I knew about it before was that it’s a bigger project first developed as a fanfiction of the Twilight saga, which I’ve read about 2 pages of the first book and has never been interested since. And so I waited till the fashionable Fifty Shades trend to die down, but it didn’t. In fact, there’s been heated talks about its film adaptation not long after the book has lingered on the New York Times bestseller list for weeks (Universal Pictures has secured the rights of the film in March. Competing studios include Warner Bros., Sony, and Paramount Pictures).
Personally, I enjoyed the book very much, as I could really relate with the characters. I admire Anastasia’s intelligence (“smart mouth”, Christian Grey would say) and her quiet beauty hidden beneath her English novels, plus the fact that her name is where mine has its roots from (this is not a valid reason, I admit :D), and that I’m also dating a working guy who’s 6 years my senior while I am graduating from college.
Naive, yet possessing the modern female’s independent spirit, Ana is the epitome of the average man’s fantasy girlfriend (“Always so eager, Miss Steele,” Christian Grey kept saying). Despite her virginity, she’s far from shy to try new things, and so adventurous to explore even the most dangerous places of her own sexuality previously untouched, giving and trusting the beautiful man she barely knows all of her soul despite knowing his twisted practices. Before, she never knew she could withstand spanking, much less enjoy it. “Yes, sir,” she kept agreeing to his vicious deeds, letting him grab her pigtails and hitting her butt simultaneously.
Same thing for Christian Grey: He’s Mars in human form, constantly in war with his inner demons. From the outside, his divine physique and godly power over Grey Enterprises are all too alluring for most women. Other than his kinky obsessions, he’s an honest, kind, faithful, trustworthy, resourceful, generous, and wise man.
In return for Ana’s complete surrender, Grey is more than overjoyed to own all of Ana’s six first orgasms “and all of them belong to me,” he boasted. Taking a woman’s territory before anyone else does is like Christmas to a man’s ego. The I-belong-to-you-and-you-belong-to-me pleasure normally shared between couples is further saturated with Christian’s and Ana’s dominant/submissive relationship, which is why I think this refreshing book is a major boost for couples to be better at communicating with each other and become braver in talking about their wants and needs.
Despite its vanilla quality for the tastes of men, who are naturally so visual and would rather watch real porn, Fifty Shades of Grey has attracted and served meaningful impacts on men across first-world countries, where women are increasingly becoming breadwinners of the household. Men now understands that just like themselves, women have desires and fantasies too. (See the 2010 Men’s Healthpoll).
Another factor to highlight is that trust is a the big glue that makes a dominant/submissive relationship to work, and trust have always been my issue when dealing with men. “Relationships like this are built on honesty and trust,” said Grey to Ana. “If you don’t trust me – trust me to know how I’m affecting you, how far I can how with you, how far I can take you – if you can’t be honest with me, then we really can’t do this.” My boyfriend has been tolerant with my trust issues for a little over a year now, and I’m slowly opening up to him more. This comes down to a very interesting perspective from Sally Quinn on Washington Post. Reading this opens up my eyes, and now it’s easier to spot the value of trust when Quinn translates the enduring submissive fantasies of women into religious terms.
I’ve never asked God for what I really want since I was born. I’ve never wanted anything from my boyfriend since the first day we met. I never ask, and yet I didn’t understand why I receive every thing in abundance. I’m the kind of person who takes criticisms seriously and becomes weak from compliments. I used to think I don’t worth much to ask for anything from anybody, so I try to learn to do everything myself. Self-sufficience is the best barrier from the risks of dependence, and it’s depressing to now realize that this is just another form of cowardice.
It wasn’t long until I felt the huge desire to give it all up – surrender my college and ambitions and dreams of an amazing future husband and all – which was a couple of years ago when the thoughts of committing suicide frequently runs through my head. I’ve never had a normal relationship with my father, the way Christian Grey has never had a proper relationship. I don’t know the man who passed down his genetic information on me, other than his passion for golf and his role as the primary source of income for my mother, my brothers, and I. However, during those times I desperately wished to give up life, I opened my crying heart out to him, the strangerI’ve always called my dad, out of everybody else that I am close with. The realization that I could trust him for listening to me and that he cares for me… surprised me. All of a sudden I do have a father figure, even though he’s done some of the most unforgivable things to my mother and their marriage. From then on it affects how I perceive my mother (high school graduate; 100% traditional stay-at-home mom; depends fully on husband for living costs) and the woman I want to become and don’t want to become. Now that I think about it, I think it was my Electra complex doing her thing. But this is a totally different subject.
In this case, my dad was the perfect embodiment of my “Red Room of Pain”, the so-called playroom where Christian Grey and his sex toys and equipments take charge of his submissives, and also the source of my deepest wounds, trust issues, and generalized opinion I have of men.
Every one has their own “Red Room of Pain”. I think the allure of complete submission, especially among women today, long deemed as the weaker sex, is widespread precisely because women are publicly given bigger roles of power and control in the society, yet somehow feeling subconsciously guilty about it. “Women have more sexual freedom and more power than ever before in our history, but that does not mean they have a lot of either, and it doesn’t mean they don’t have complicated feelings of guilt, shame and unworthiness,” said feminist Katha Pollitt to NewsWeek writer Katie Roiphe in her article “The Fantasy Life of Working Women.”
Without someone she can trust to fully rely on, dependent upon, ask for things, provide for things, be completely honest with, and share a loving relationship with, (all of which are God’s pleasures He enjoys from men and women alike), a woman can only fantasize some more – wherever her imaginations take her to believe in her worth beyond her will.
The book has given me such an insightful reading experience to explore my fantasies… and so I am definitely buying the next two books!
Mental health experts are beginning to understand that anxiety does not necessarily mean a warning for more worries to come. They discovered that how anxiety affects us depends on how we perceive the stresses in our lives: Do you take it as a “challenge” or break it down as a “threat”? “Anxiety itself is neither helpful nor hurtful,” says Sally Winston, co-director of the Anxiety and Stress Disorders Institute of Maryland. “It’s your response to your anxiety that is helpful or hurtful.” Scholars suggests that simply not feeling anxious isn’t the answer. In fact, people who have too little stress suffers as much physiological damage as those who experienced too much psychological stress.
Common sense suggests that the quieter your life gets, the happier you’ll become. However, in modern-day lifestyles, stress is inevitable. Stress is an integral part of our lives, and women, who are more prone to illnesses as they age compared to men, should accept that challenge and manage their anxieties better to prevent, or, at least delay those fatal diseases caused by their inability to cope with stress, which is learned helplessness in disguise. In a sense, stress itself has a sweet spot. Through proper diet, consistent exercise, and adequate rest, a woman enhances her overall well-being alongside the passion for her work. But first, let’s examine the emerging theory behind the symptoms of clinical depression.
Learned helplessness is a formal term to indicate “the perceived absence of control over the outcome of a situation”, as defined by positive psychology pioneer Martin Seligman in his book “Helplessness: On Depression, Development, and Death”. A widely respected finding among his peers, psychologists have now understood that the more people perceive outside events are unpredictable and uncontrollable, the more stress they will experience, and the less hope they feel to making changes in their lives. Recently the National Institute of Mental Health researchers have published a study in Nature that may link chronic stress, now an everyday experience for most of us, as a lead to depression. The area of the brain that’s responsible for healthy stress response can be damaged if the woman is experiencing chronic stress. The hippocampus, where new brain cells can grow, is inhibited when a person responds slower to triggers of stress over time.
“One way to think about neurogenesis is that it’s a process in the brain that allows you to adapt to changing environments,” said Rene Hen, a researcher at the New York State Psychiatric Institute. “In stressful environments where you have lower neurogenesis, this may be adapting to the fact that when you are in a stressful situation, it’s better to stay put.”
In such harsh economic times and stressful working life today, it’s better to develop resilience rather than staying put and backing out of all the things life has been throwing at you. That is, accepting life’s biggest challenges but knowing when to stop when things are too big for you to handle, especially alone.
Nearly half of the American population, about 100 million people, are unmarried, according to the Census Bureau. “But a huge proportion of the population is unmarried, and the single population is only going to grow,” said Naomi Gerstel, a sociologist at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst. “At the same time, all the movement nationally is to offer benefits to those who are married, and that leaves single people dry.”
As women, we feel a stronger pressure to marry at a certain age. Although research shows that unmarried people are the ones who contribute more to their society, studies repeatedly show that these singletons tend to die younger than married ones. A new study published on the American Journal of Epidemiology concluded that compared to married women, single ones face a 23% higher mortality risk across their lifetime, and 32% for the single men compared to the married men. Aside from that, marriage actually alters your hormones so that you, by default, experience reduced stress in the long run.
Naturally, two heads are better than one. As both a homemaker and passionate worker, poor health can get in the way of living our highest potential. Not only does finding meaning outside the home and being engaged with the community challenge a woman to be psychologically more resilient, but long-term commitment with a man provides women support too, and in return, taking good personal care becomes more meaningful, especially when children comes in to the picture.
Working mothers are reportedly happier and healthier than stay-at-home moms, concluded a study in December 2011 issue of Journal of Family Psychology. Cheryl Buehler, professor of human development and family studies at University of North Carolina at Greensboro studied how work impacts the well-being of mothers and their parenting based on three areas: sensitivity toward their children, involvement in their kids’ schools, and learning opportunities that these mothers provide their kids (books, enrichment courses, library and museum visits).
Her results matched previous researches that part-time working moms reported less work-family conflict than full-time working moms. Full-timers did not report more depression or worse health than moms who works one hour a week, so this does not suggest full-timers have lower well-being and poorer health than the part-timers. Apparently 32-hour workweek mothers are able to cope with stress as they are juggling with family life. One theory for the function of employment is to increase social skills and gain awareness of their community and the surroundings. “Maybe that translates to the experience they bring to their children,” says Buehler.
However, this is not to say that supermoms are better off than stay-at-home moms. The key is to keep the amount of stress manageable without compromising too much, as low to moderate amount of stress is necessary for healthy growth. After all, stress within control develops the person’s abilities to cope over time, providing a more established support to deal with stress and makes future adversity less worrisome. Way back in the hunter-gatherer days when a woman’s role is child-rearing and to perform “easy” tasks such as gather plants and other small foods, the deserts were an unsafe and most likely a threatening environment. It was far better to stay put than for a pregnant lady to hunt for food out there in the jungle. However, times have changed. Anxiety is within control, and most of us working behind the computer screens and sitting comfortably on our chairs are within safe grounds, while others choose to accept juggling everything at once – tackling deadlines, picking up phone calls, and eating junk food in between tasks. These challenges take a huge toll for the brain and the body, especially for these supermoms, who are better of spending those extra hours to nap or do light aerobics instead.
Laura Vanderkam, author of “168 Hours: You Have More Time Than You Think”, is a happy, healthy mom who has a flexible working time and therefore the hours to prioritize her kids. Before having children, she thought the start of it would ruin her career, and she would have no time to exercise and enjoy sex. “Yes, life often takes more planning when kids are involved, but planning ahead is a great way to make sure things get done,” she then suggested. “If you don’t have good time management skills before having kids, life will definitely be chaotic afterwards, but that’s not really the kids’ fault.” She did not give up her job to be a full-time mom, nor did she overthink the difficulty to raise children. Neither are a threat, as she perceived them as her personal challenge. In fact, she’s ran a marathon and had a vacation in India after she became a mom.
“I never would have written my book if I hadn’t had my son, and now my book is opening doors for me, professionally,” Vanderkam told The Happiest Mom. “Which means, by the transitive property, that my baby opened doors for me, professionally. That makes me a happy mom!”
Indeed, the sweet spot of stress enables us to handle our work, children, and sex life into perfect balance, women. There’s nothing threatening about finding meaning outside closed doors.
I have a confession to make: I go to the beauty parlor once a year, some years never. I go if I have to attend weddings, important events, or just want a new haircut. I have not a clue what a creambath is all about. Well, since we’re spilling secrets here: I’ve never done manicures before. Never in my entire life, though yes to pedicure one time, which was only because my mother wanted my company, and because I always pick my toenails. Oh, especially my fingernails. God forbid, especially my boyfriend, for me to pick my toenails. When it comes to shopping, let me just say that I don’t wear crazy accessories. In other words, overall comfort is better than what I call physical pain (except for the whole stack of sky-high shoes I keep building up to cope with my shoes fetish).
Nevertheless, I’m a girl. And before I say anything else, I agree with the bitter truth: “It’s damn difficult to find that kind of girl”, as I myself find it hard to fit in to our society, where girlfriends would rather go spend hours at the salon just to blow your hair (when you can do it for free at home), adjust your fringe (which you can learn to do it by yourself), curl your mane (where you can save a lot of money by investing in a hair curler and you can curl your mane forever, for free), and that hours passed in your life at the salon could have been used for other forms of beauty treatments, like exercise (sweating makes skin glow) or the long, luxurious hours of beauty sleep (resting keeps you mentally and physically young). Note they’re for free.
In defense of beauty
The equation proposed goes like this: Beauty + Nice = A-rated girl. Sounds simple enough.
What the beautiful girls do, as noted, “besides buying the right clothes, bags and shoes, girls in Jakarta they like to spend hours at the salon, getting their hair fixed or having their faces massaged.”
In other words, girls spend. Girls consume. Girls receive all the treatments they deserve, like any other lady down the street, a gentleman would think.
But all this goes back to the definition of beauty: Is it wholly materialistic? And if yes, does it come with a price tag? If not, is beauty purely God-given, then?
Picture that frisson of her gaze when you meet her eyes. And when you talk, every so often she gives you that piquant glance. Then you look down and you see Birkin bags and Prada shoes. Further up and you’ll notice the color of her dye and the stagnant curls of her hair. Back to her face – no signs of an approving smile.
My, now that view has to cost some ginormous price, for sure. And she does not want you to buy it, even after knowing you had a long day from work, if ever you’re financially ready. Lest her daddy hunts you down and kick your thing.
Those times can be put to use for a man and his A-rated future wife to spend time with each other, playing together, fighting with each other (and probably have a superb make-up date later?), if time and money spent to keep up with her beauty were not lost. Guys, you’re missing out – the money’s in your hand, and she’s got all her time in the world – She doesn’t look interested, and you’re letting her go?
I’m trying not to philosophize too much, but here’s my point: When we assume that popular opinion is the ultimate truth, the unchangeable, undeniable fact, we let things become that reality. And so we stick to it, live it, consciously or not, while leaving what we truly want inside, like a quiet desperation in this wasted life, only exist in dreams as you let others convince you to believe as it is – only in dreams.
It’s not just about paying the haircut fee for her beauty, you see. Whether you’re convinced to marry her or not, make your nice girl to make enough effort to look good for you (and that’s the thrill of the chase), while she’s busy being a nice person, smiling to everyone (including the hairdresser). Before you know it, voila, you get an A-rated girl. Or the other way round. She’s demanding and she doesn’t smile. So what? Man up; make her listen to you, gentleman. I know it sounds simple enough, and I’m no testosterone – but realize that it’s as simple as the definition of an A-rated girl. Be dashing, and be likable.
“Men are greedy”
Few weeks ago, a guy friend confided in me, saying that he wanted the rare breed of girls, the type with a “socialist look, but deep down is a simple, ordinary girl.” He felt he had to move up the career ladder because he wanted to have an A-rated girl as a girlfriend. He was a very picky guy, I won’t say completely greedy, just because he has never had a girlfriend before in his entire life (mid-20s), and claimed that for the first and last time he’s to have a girlfriend, it has to be his definition of A-rated girl. “Most girls want security,” he reasons, so his recent job change made him feel more confident in finding a mate, finally.
If you are rushing to get married, without asking yourself whether you really want her and she really wants you, then you’re doomed to get dumped down the road, if ever that girl is a beautiful girl but not nice, or you’ll leave her if she’s nice but not much of a looker. I remember a couple of Sundays ago, my pastor at church shared a true story that best illustrates a modern woman. There was this one time a particular husband lost a lot of money due to the economic downturn, and the woman, completely aware that they were married in Christ for more than 2 years, sought advice from our pastor in the following manner of speech: “Pastor, when is the best time I should leave him?”
Look, I’m no girl’s girl, a recovering not-nice girl, and everyday I try to find the most economical ways to beautify this physique, which is not even close to that of a supermodel but still conforms to the media’s expectations. But I can tell you that it takes effort, because I know men are simply different from women, and their visual cortex is double the women’s, and then all her curves stays permanently in his head, and that’s how this mental picture stays close in his heart, that’s just how men are designed to operate, biologically speaking. Aside from that, I know that making the effort is worth it – because it renews my confidence, plus it inflates the man’s ego.
Just like women, men should be brave enough to chase their dreams. Effort does not exist only in rupiahs. And money means nothing when you earn it without the girl who deserves an A.
“I think you are my greatest trophy,” recited my boyfriend. That is, provided that I have to stop picking my nails. Like I’m doing right now.
Looking back at my last 3 years being single, I’ve learned a lot about love, though I may say that you can never know too much about love. If you do, what’s the point of dating in the first place?
I’m also one of those who never make resolution lists every new year. To me, the fireworks symbolizes bursts of new hopes and dreams to look forward to, and hidden beneath those bright lights is a silent reminder that your time living in the here and now is limited. So there’s no point in making a list of changes – might as well do the math in my head and prioritize the most important things to change. Indeed, I do feel better knowing that only 12% of people who make resolutions actually follow through those big life changes.
What do you want?
With relation to the article, let’s head to the love department. The weather’s looking pretty grim. It’s true that I never asked for what I wanted or even have the slightest idea of what I wanted, although I never really have that negative self-talk in my head that I’m “done and done.” Looking back, being single has been, in general, a huge benefit for changing my narrow perspective on dating, love, and relationships.
My attitude about it is simple:Commitment. I think this has always worked for me in the past when I was in my boy-dependent years, when I my parents didn’t actually allow me to go on dates and I went behind their back. Really, I was at a ripe age of 16-18 – what are the odds of having a successful long-term commitment when your hormones are raging all over the place? Although, it was easier to have guys who really want to commit, knowing that I’m brought up by a strict household and considerably overprotected.
But after those years as I grew up, it’s really not that easy to stumble upon guys who actually ask you out for the purest reasons to commit to you: It’s why you make them laugh, why you made them cry, and how you make him feel like he wants to be a better man.
In the next 3 consecutive years transforming into a whole new person, I welcomed new characteristics into myself, like being nitpicky, insensitive and all, and the transformation has broadened my naive views on so many levels. Psychologically speaking, I think that for whatever reasons I’ve built a wall subconsciously in my head, and successfully kept my distance away from every new people in my life, perhaps to prevent myself from getting hurt. It’s like a defense mechanism, though as I’m pondering on my lazy couch right now and looking back at my younger years of dating, I think that this attitude is completely unrealistic. I mean, how can you expect a guy to commit when you’re just getting to know each other? Now that I’m officially given the “freedom” from my parents, I behaved just the opposite way.
So here are my current views on those dating myths mentioned in the article:
I don’t believe that all good guys are taken.
I don’t believe that all guys are douche bags.
I don’t believe that any sane guy does not want to commit at some point in their lives.
And I don’t believe that they only one that one thing. (What are they, animal?)
I don’t believe, I don’t believe. As Kira mentioned, we are our own self-fulfilling prophecy. In short, I don’t believe in absolutes. There is nothing in this world as absolute as 100% that things can or cannot happen. On the flip side, I can never let go of my belief that there’s 100% chance of sharing the kind of love I’d like to have, because I had experienced it before, and that chance can only happen on a certain set of conditions, taking all the crap out from the big picture. My self-defense mechanism being one.
When I was 16-18, I’ve witnessed my best friend dating many guys I know I would never want to go out with. Knowing what you don’t want is always easier to know what it is that you want. I was foolish – just because I’ve never dated before, I had great luck meeting a great guy with great attributes who gives love abundantly enough to commit: a rare occurrence. I had my butterflies in my stomach, though I didn’t wait long enough to make sure whether it’s the kind of butterfly big enough for you to reciprocate; strong enough you can commit for a really long time, or was it just a fluttering butterfly you second-placed on your life’s priority list. And I thought, then came a chance, so if it’s not now, then when would I get another chance?
Fast forward to a guy who came later. Wasn’t living up to my taste in terms of character, but definitely an eye candy to feed my ideal. I’ve never really thought of good looks as a good attribute, but after some time of being single (i.e. a time for self-improvement), I learned that physical attributes actually signifies good health. You know, good looks and good genes. However, I was still rooted firmly on my commitment grounds, and I could never picture myself with the guy building a lasting future. But at that time, I was quite aware of these defects that I have, that I only want to commit if the guy is willing to commit for the long run. So I hushed that little voice away, ignoring them completely and denied myself against my basic belief system: I gave the guy a chance, even though I know that it’s bound to end at some point.
Of course good looks pay a price, with the abundant supply of testosterone. That was the first time I ended a relationship with not much of a good reason, which doesn’t have to happen if I listened to my instincts in the first place. In which case, I wasn’t hurt or anything, but the whole experience of going against my will became a foundation for my super strong defense mechanism that I have all around my wall.
Singlehood meant reality. After some time of life-reassessment sans boys, I realized how important it is to survive life independently without someone to have and to hold. Of course as you get better in life, you know better what you really want. Though marriage still holds a strong place in my girlish dreams, somehow training yourself to become the independent woman that you are makes you ask yourself: Do you need a guy?
On a side note, there’s been a trend of feminism since Hilary Clinton was voted as a candidate in the 2008 presidential campaign, and women in power has just been growing during Obama’s presidency, along with thriving womentrepreneurs and mom-bloggers making money at home and the like.
Nevertheless, the phrase-word “guy-dependent” is no longer in my dictionary. I learned a lot about what I don’t want, but what I truly want is looking like a faraway land unheard of – ambiguous, mysterious. Of course singlehood gets you all the choices the world can give you, but that’s how I became viciously picky. As you learn to improve yourself and broaden your horizons, eventually you climb up the social ladder, meet new people of all kinds, and you get to see how well these new personalities suit yourself. Once you’ve climbed up many social circles, you’ll realized that the ladder is neverending.
As I get pickier and pickier, with rejections one after the other, lying to myself that I can handle life and all, putting up a strong face 24/7 up ’til this day, that’s when it hit me: It’s not a matter of need - it all goes back to what you want.
Writing down your thoughts is the surefire way of being honest with yourself. When I looked up the word “pick” on Dictionary.com, this is what it says:
–verb (used with object)
1. to choose or select from among a group: to pick a contestant from the audience.
Choice. The verb there is choosing. When life is hard enough, these are the choices: To depend or not? The reality is that sometimes, a girl’s gotta have a shoulder to cry on, a fact that I’ve kept as a self-denial for these years.
Breaking my defensive wall is my first step, and I know it’s going to be so damn hard. Deep down, my oestrogen still foolishly believes that there’s a 100% chance the kind of love I’d love to have is somewhere out there, though not something too testosteroney.
To depend, or stay independent? After spending some time getting cozy on my couch, pondering these mushy aspect of my life, and clearing all the crap in my head, I think that these opposing verbs can co-exist. And it shall be my dating makeover challenge.