At this very moment I feel emotionally slutty. I’m looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can’t-live-without-each-other love. Yet, the only consistent thing in my life is my dildo, and a daily 48 minute commute to work–unpaid work at that.
I’m at a place in life where I truly believe when men attempt bold gestures, generally it’s considered romantic. When women do it, it’s often considered desperate or psychotic. TIMEOUT how is this remotly fair, and or possible that I can feel like this in 2017?!
Maybe my/our emotional mistakes as women dictate our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never veered off course we wouldn’t fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are. After all, seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life and people go. But it’s comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart–regardless if they’re a thousand miles away.
Life gives me/you lots of chances to screw up which means we have just as many chances to get it right. So look at it like this, the universe may not always play fair, but at least it’s got a hell of a sense of humor. If this is the case, then maybe the past is like an anchor holding us back. Maybe we have to let go of who we were to become who you will be.
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