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April 23 Prejudice againts prettyOk I know most of the time we want to be pretty and it work to your advantage. You get to skip the que to get into a club, and can instead walk the red carpet. You get free drinks, help carrying heavy stuff and get take on the most adventurous dates by men you hardly know.
However being pretty, has its disadvantages too.
Like the old lady at the post office today who was so angry at me, and seriously had never heard of the word customser service. Or the librarian the other day who had a go at me for standing talking in the little phoneboot they have for talking in the library, I mean they have a pay phone there for the purpose. Still she told me not to talk. Ok You may think this is just me being sensitive but it isnt, and I will prove it to you.
First of all it is only women, the older the bitter, who treat me badly. Secondly I am a nice person who smile and the people at the post room know me by name and stop to talk to me, and the librarians checking our bags for stolen books normally joke around with me. So most of the time I get decent treatment, which is partly why I am so curious as to why these bitter old women act so rude.
And the answer was they they are pejducie against pretty people.
I am not claiming that I think I am pretty, but I know that is the general perception. Furthermore with my new daily outfits, blonde hair, huge sunglasses and makeup, not to forget the heels I alwasy wear -well I suppose it may annoy people. We are supposed to fit in, to be seen but not heard, to blend in with the bunch, and wear jeans, sneakers and a boring top. If you do not, people will judge you. Beacuse you will get attention.
People will judge you, not because of who you are, but as the person they want you to be.
I do this myself sometime. I see someone I envy, who make me feel a little depressed or well not enough, and comfort myself with giving her attributes that will make her less perfect. If someone is pretty, we think they are stupid. If someone care about fashion, they can not possibly care about sports. If someone is wealthy they can not be kind, generous and involved in charity. If someone is thin they must have an eating disorder. The hot guy who isnt interested must be gay. You can not even deny having thought like this yourself, because I know we all have. Its some sort of self preservation.
The sad thing is that if you give people these labels, then you also start treating them accordingly. Which is the reason these women were so rude towards me. Of course we could say that perhaps they were just having a bad day, but then why were they so nice to the guy they were helping after me, or why did they completely ignore the person who walked into the library (i stayed outside) talking on the phone! Why was I the only one getting the negative special treatment?
My point exactly!
April 22 creepy guyCreepy guy
Ok we all have different perceptions of what is unacceptable social behaviour, depending on our culture, norms and values. As it in certain African countries are natural to touch women’s bottoms or breasts even in front of adults or authoritative figures. However I do believe most of us, especially in the West share a common ground of what is acceptable and what is crossing the line. This can of course be supported by further inquiry with others of a certain instant when such an issue occurs.
As such I believe it is fair to say, that at times we come across others who see the world through a different set of values, and who does not understand these limits. For this reason there are those who wrongly, come to hold prejudice against whole groups of people, due to clashes of values and norms. As such there are misunderstandings between Muslims and Christians, between Arabs and Africans, between old and young. Although these should be prevented through thorough discussion, they nonetheless persist and at times surface.
For me this occurred through an utter misunderstanding, between me and a man. From different cultures, different religions and with different personalities plenty was bound to go wrong. So suddenly by me trying to show patience, kindness whilst still keeping a distance, due to a lack of interest in any deeper relationship, I found myself in a very uncomfortable situation. He insisted on taking up my time, blaming me for spending time with my friends, being busy, and eventually banging on my door. Unfortunately it did not end there, but persisted with blame, explanations and weird accusations. By now, it was not just me feeling uncomfortable, but also the men in my life beginning to show signs of concern. According to their set of values he was behaving creepy, and it was not just me being over sensitive.
However it is difficult at times, to solve a problem. Albeit feeling uncomfortable, I was not willing to solve matters in the way people were starting to suggest. To let others, men fight my battle, even by just being a deterrent effect, is not according to my preference. I believe in frankness, politeness and expressing how I feel in certain situations. But when you clearly state that you feel uncomfortable, and are not interested and as a reply have him laughing saying he does not care that you do not like him, because he likes you nonetheless you do feel rather helpless. Still stubborn enough not to resort to being a weak woman, I am hopeful, as he eventually must get the message.
I suppose I am trying to say that even harmless cultural clashes can be uncomfortable experiences. It would be so easy for me to suddenly conform to the prejudice of certain groups, but that would never resolve the issue and it would perpetuate the negative feelings this experience has conjured. I do feel helpless, like I am incapable of resolving this situation, but I am determined to put the fault as an individual occurrence, rather than a cultural difference. April 21 a typeIt has recently occured to me that I have a type, a specific set of criteria which appeals to me as far as men are concerned.
Of course this is nothing new.
However I have begun to question if this is a positive or negative thing, especially when I realise my ex boyfriends have a lot in common with one another. I suppose it is a concern over not being open minded enough or that I unconciously still want one of my ex's. I do not want to like someone because they remind me of someone else, I do not want someone who isnt an individual human being. More than anything else, I dont want to fall for men with the same flaws as the former. Because not only would that be destructive, as I would end up ruined once more, but also because it would mean that I am uncapable of learning from my mistakes.
In that sense I suppose having a type is both positive and negative. I know what I fall for, and I know what I should avoid.
I know that a sporty guy, who shares some of my common values, who loves children and outdoors, who is happy and relaxed, humble, and still has that child hidden under a cute smile -well it gets me going. Especially if he can dress nicely, is comfortable in expressing himself and can challenge me intellectually. It makes me fall. What I need is for the fall to be the kind where I do not need to be caught, where I can fall, because the flaws that are normally there to curse everything, are non existent.
Unfortuenatly for me it seem to be that the things I am attracted to come hand in hand with a certain number of factors that I have now learned to avoid. Such as men who has no history of previous relationships, who has no ability to express feelings or discuss issues at hand, who can not trust, who are afraid of growing up and taking responsibility, who can not compromise, who do not dare to share or care. I just get so blinded that I do not consider these charactersitics to matter, but they do. It is ok to be picky.
So when I may have found someone who seem to be without these flaws, who make me laugh and who I can talk to about anything or nothing at all -I can not help worrying that since he fit into a certain type of men I am attracted to, the probability of him holding the flaws are rather high. February 07 sweet and sourRight now it is like my dream has turned into a nightmare, where nothing is as it should. I have this perfect guy. He is everything I could ask for; I could tick off every box in the questionnaire. We share a common interest in politics, he is intelligent and intellectual, he is sporty, he can cook and he has a healthy relationship to his mother. Most importantly he treats me like a princess. Reliable, committed, romantic and caring. Sends me flowers, tuck me in when he thinks I am asleep, give me cute kisses on my nose, call me to say goodnight and send me cute text messages to let me know he is thinking of me. He is even willing to plan a “we” 6 months from now. There is in short nothing I can complain about, this guy is the sweetest thing ever. I ended up sitting complaining to my girlfriend of how he was “too much of a nice guy”. People turned around and looked at e like I was some lunatic, who did not understand how rare it was to find a good guy. It is not that I do not appreciate all the sweetness, especially after my last experience being very sour. It is just that I don’t know how to handle all this sweetness after having been with men who do not even escort me home in the middle of the night when I am intoxicated and we have had sex. I am used of men who like me because I seem to be a strong, independent woman, and who are looking for someone who can take care of herself. All this sweetness is overwhelming, and I think it is giving me a sugar rush and a toothache. It is just all happening at once. I can not appreciate the little steps forward in this relationship, but instead feel pressured into feeling too much, too soon. As a result I start to feel uncomfortable and ungrateful with all the sweetness, despite it being every woman’s dream. I become guilty because I do not appreciate it and I can not reciprocate it because I am never given the time to do so. It all ends up with me doubting myself, wondering if I really do want a sweet guy, and if I deserve one. What ever happened to a relationship being fun? This guy has turned into a perfect friend, despite being marriage material. What did I do wrong this time? I either make them run away from me too fast, or instead they run towards me too fast. It is me who does not know what I want, or am I unclear in spelling it out? Could I cast off all responsibility, and instead blame it on the one common denominator: both Mr Sweet and Mr Sour had never been in a long term relationship with a woman before. I should draw from this lesson, and only allow men to come close who have previous experience of women and of relationships. I do not want to have to teach, I want to play with someone who knows the rules. I ignore the rulebook all the time, but it always ends up being right. Does it has to be Sweet or Sour, or is there such as thing as a Sweet and Sour lurking behind the corner? Should I give up on sweetness and go and have a look, or just see if Mr Sweet makes me appreciate the taste more if I get it in smaller portions. Perhaps if I am Sour and he is Sweet we can work out, and all that needs to change is the pace for now. Or maybe sweetness just is not for me and I should give up and go looking for salty. Neither sweet nor sour. Right now it is like my dream has turned into a nightmare, where nothing is December 12 compromiseSo I am single, it’s been a week on the hour. What is it that scares me so much with that concept of being single? It did not use to, but now standing on my own two feet all alone is frightening and shameful. Hence I am reliving a relationship that I no longer wish to regain, which is completely irrational.
From two of my friends during the course of the evening, I realised the dimension of compromise that surrounds us. I see all these couples, functioning relationships, wanted people and love. It hurts. It makes me feel like a failure. As if I am worth less for not managing to convince myself or my partner that I can settle for second best The truth is I cannot compromise myself for others, not concerning my needs and the basic things necessary for my happiness. Putting my self value first, as a consequence means putting a relationship second. This is where I believe people differ. As my lovely friends openly admitted they consider a relationship essential for their own self esteem and happiness. Even when such a relationship lacks in love or the partner does not at all embody those characteristics they consider crucial in a healthy relationship. They are willing to compromise themselves, for what they perceive to be their happiness, as they see a relationship as necessary for happiness.
I acknowledge the fact that compromise is at the very essence of relationships. Since nobody is flawless and can embody all our dream ideals, obviously certain requirement may be abandoned. It probably won’t matter that the person you fall for lack in areas you consider preferable, because perfection is unrealistic and love makes us blind. The kind of compromise I am criticising is not the kind made between two people with feelings for one another, a compromise made in order to live happily ever after. The compromise, the differences between individuals and the challenges that impose is what makes a relationship special and feelings grow stronger. That compromise is something I salute, and would like to congratulate all couples for.
Compromise made between your own personality and your perceived happiness is however something I defy. When people start to adjust themselves, their ideals and values, rather than the little things that for them are insignificant, when people compromise on the essence of themselves I become troubled. Surely the thing that matters the most and where harmony should be looked for is within us and not within others. To compromise our needs, character, believes and definition of love for anything less than a healthy relationship with a person that makes you happy should be deemed unjust to yourself. Yet so many people tend to do this, and lose themselves in the process of developing a relationship. Hence when we become single, it is scary and we feel little lost.
We put too much emphasis on relationships. It is not a relationship that matter, having someone else there to support you and love you is not a justifiable reason to compromise who you are. It will never produce happiness, even though being in a relationship may seem preferable and easier than being alone. We are all alone. Unless we embrace that fact and face that fear, we can never be truly happy. The best way to show where your priorities lay, is to stop settling for second best. Dare to be vulnerable and responsible for your own happiness. By doing so we also enable the possibility of others making us happy, and experiencing healthy relationships with people who are more suitable for us. |
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