I know that's kinda an oxi moron cuz on a blog I have as much space as I want...at least i think so. But anyway, that's how my brain feels. All these thoughts and feelings spilling out of everywhere. It's exhausting!
Like last night for example. Wednesdays are a busy day so my bf is always really good about going the extra step to make me feel good. So, when he went off to work I stayed at his apartment and washed the dishes. Here's my first thought* Girls cant win* No matter what we do its not what we are supposed to do. At first guys said our place is the home/kitchen, well feminists didn't like that so now we are allowed to play sports and own businesses and stuff. Great...now what. We wash dishes/do laundry and girls say don't do that for guys they can do it on their own. We play sports and own businesses and guys say this is a man's world and we are better at it. GUESS WHAT! You're both right. Girls don't have to do stuff for guys. They can do their own laundry and dishes. Guys are better at sports. Girls will never be as fast as guys. Guys should be in leadership positions at companies.
No wonder girls and guys are soo confused nowadays. Girls are being told you can do anything and don't be stuck under the guys' thumb. Guys are being shown as idiots on sitcoms and are being knocked out of their niche in the workplace. Why can't we just be assigned jobs and roles like in Lois Lowry's "The Giver." Then life would be so much easier...or would it? In the real world no matter what you are going to be made fun of for what you do, whether its the "right" or "wrong" thing for you to do. That's why you gotta make sure you know who you are before you get the job or get the guy/girl. If you don't, if that guy/girl or job changes your entire life comes crashing down. That makes everything even more miserable.
Moral of the Story: Be happy with you, not who you make yourself into cuz that's not the real you. The real you is what is left when you strip away the position, the friends, the job, the significant other, and anything else that you think makes you, you.
Sorry that took a while to say but there were a lot of thoughts I had to get out.