Questions for who’s sake….

Over the years i have been taught in my professional and social life that, in fact asking questions shows an interest and the hunger to learn. It is in fact also true that often people ask question’s either to satisfy their own curosity, or to compare and measure their lives to others, whilst a few percentage spark  unique interest in you as an individual. The greatest skill in a social environment is knowing how to distinguish those individuals with pure interest to those wanting to measure or satisfy their own minds. To the lack of knowledge of these individuals it often starts with the same questions and unknown patterns…That’s when the entertainment begins

In the midst of Titans….

There, i stood in the midst of what you may call the clash of the titans, ‘ in that moment’ the room almost felt smaller, as I gazed across the room and met by what you may call an unusual encounter. I remained stationed, curiously decoding the figures stood in front of me. “I’m I honestly out of my depth here?”. Precisely that very moment, peering towards me was this tall dark silver headed titan, and to his left was a tall slightly blonde stepford wife, gliding across the checked floor with a confident expression yet cold array, which almost read “your move” as if this was a game of chess…

Careers Gone Wild……

Yo! who told you that our careers are systematically engraved in our heads that in fact our university degrees are a must? appearing to be the norm in our society, when in fact sadly it’s a blueprint to sketch our “being”.  Those feverish young professionals with academic backgrounds yet clueless and oblivious to the actual world of “Lets do lunch”, competition and game play. Where lunch became brunch, and client meetings a general piss up. An industry of self loathing, self edifying loveliness of nothing. Where we are encouraged to fit in, when in fact to “fit in” meaning do as i do, a disillusioned  industry where those very lunches and brunches are in fact  designed to catch you out with the lastest scandal. Have you ever been in a midst of hard core professionals who hand out awards for the best scandal of that year? A lie consumed by alcohol infested addictions, bitter sweet cheek and air kisses stretched out with pity. The larger than life agency ego’s with pinterest and instagram, with a kitchen staff constantly cleaning  who are primarily there to stock every kind of alcohol imaginable to drown deepest pities and hurts. Breakfast meetings to justify our status. ” A self obsessed industry full of love and hate, media status Quo a super charged industry full of a mixed breed of humans with a heirachy similar to Soldiers, Cow boys and indians. (Maybe sheriffs) i guess this depends on the size of the gun that you enter with or whether you entered with a bow and arrow  I call it. More importantly what’s your gun loaded with. Hooray for and congratulations to the fresh faced indians now unleashed into this battlefield where some are forced to fight  with their bow and arrows, and sadly some to surrender their flags immediately….

20 Something Lady! (PT 2)

Simply the life of a 20 something year old is when you realize that in Life not everything works out in accordance to how to planned, but with understanding you are able to rectify things and start living accordingly. I understand upon all that took place within my 20’s i recognised that i will no longer one day be a 20 something year old but i thirty something….

Did you Dress for Me….

I wonder who women dress for? Other Women or Men?

A valid question to ask yourself when dressing in the morning for work or dressing to meet those friends even a trip to the market. Women tend to sometimes dress for each other i believe as we more than often cherish what these others think? someone once told me you truly find freedom when you lest care about what others think. Is this true? or is it how we are perceived? A very basic question we ask ourselves when planning and outfit, “How much do i really care?” what first comes to mind, my comfort? my appeal? my success? my desire? Wow surely we all go through these kindled mindsets in certain stages in our life. I call it the 20 Something MISHAPS! where we dress according to our stature. Truth be told most of the time OTHERS fail to notice, most importantly fail to give the required acknowledgement. Did you dress for me? indeed more so i fail to debate in mind that i dressed for myself.

This pics below came to mind. Did i dress for myself? only i knew when i stood in front of that mirror and agreed.

Man Vs Me

In all my 20 something years the cliches of dating never fails to amuse me. The norms of meeting a person with that attraction to date anticipatiing where it all may lead has always ended in a game of cat and mouse. The horrid normality in the world eyes of questioning! Constant questioning which equals to the emotion of standing on a stage in a spelling bee. The unessecary questions where you are forced to appear complicated when in fact your laid back persona is pressed against the simple facts of  inappropiateness.

Have you ever been attracted to a person who in every way was the total opposite of what you desired and your  dating norm questioning the simplicity of courting. Simple facts lets just get to know each other without me having to decode my every being within the first week. This was a new encounter.

One recently encountered girl meets boy situation, girl and boy had nothing in common aside from  beliefs and values. Upon first meeting boy my very being was consumed with genuine excitement due to the  point of difference his general attire even his name My mind was made up, “yes” out of the comfort zone. Taking the leap of new aquaintances.

Upon surpressing every being of my personal life  purposely hoping to minimise exaggerated excitement  and getting in too deep with slight observation of the wonderful childish game of cat and mouse persisted to the point where boredom took place leaving behind all traces of emotional evidence now for the first time to be swept under the carpet.

Never to say no regrets as my head strong personality and un shakable confidence once again was met by  Men vs Me. MAN= 1 ME=0 zero equalling the scoring for capturing my attention and failing  to persist.

Social Catastrophe…

Have you ever sat in a situation, when more than 70% of the time the answer is sat in front on of you wide-eyed. Have you ever wondered about the person sat opposite you on the train. Their names, their mindset or the very challenges they face. Our self obsessed world where we now overlook the simple pleasures of positive acknowledgement of others as a crazed attitude. Our unnatural openness to distant our selves from any minor emotional engagement with strangers around us. The social judgements we make towards one another. It seems our beloved  self obsessed attitudes have now led to  earthly speculations and judgements about one another. The social judgements we make  about the loudest person at an intimate party or the quietest at a dinner party. “Have you ever judged a book by its cover?”. The personal judgement made upon a  guy who walked into a department store  scruffy dressed  furiously cased by security yet paid £6000 in cash for a watch. “Does this mean that you should dress according to your wealth“? What about the corporate worlds judgements in terms of “Company culture”. “Does this mean we have to work and act a certain way to fit in and meet culture.” The simple judgements made towards those who do not offer seats to the less able to stand, additionally the lack of interest shown with their genuine shock. Lately its all about the shady judgements made because of the lack of eye contact. These days to appear confident its acceptable to stare down your opponent like a lion watching its prey and the fresh social judgement “The postcode”. Where you are now decoded via the spots you hang out, the area you live and the kind of places you eat.

Why are we so compelled to judge people who are not us? or in other words “Should be like us” Could it be that our obsessed selves judge every aspect of our lives, social habits, people and attitudes because of judgements made upon us by others?

After all ISNT IT TRUE, no one can or has the right to judge us except GOD?

The Scent of a Lady….

They say the scent of a woman might conjure a love to arouse a slavish sexual compulsion, which is the subtext behind majority of fragrance campaigns. Names such as Rush, Euphoria, Crave these scents emboldened by promises that aid women to succumb to various scented strategies to entice men.

The ultimate play of transition changes from the scent worn around our girlfriends to that deep scent of sugar perfume for the men. Our sugar smell and sugar behaviour differs around these male friends expressing ladylike sweet characters, later to be met by our ladylike mishaps?

Life…

All external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure, these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remember by reminding yourself that you are going to die, is the best way to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose.

 

Aurevoir 2011!!

Let’s raise our glass towards another new year to remind us, before we pop the champagne and celebrate the new coming year, we should stop and reflect the year that we’ve left behind us, to remember our triumphs and mishaps our promises made and broken, the times we opened our selves up to great adventures or close our self down from the fear of getting hurt. Let’s all remember what our new years is all about getting another chance. The chance to forgive, to do better to do more to give more and to love more, so have a little faith in others and yourself, stop worrying about what if and start embracing what will be. As we hope for the blessing of seeing a new year take the time to reflect appreciate and improve.

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