Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Boys - Goldfishes in disguise?

Did you know that a Goldfish has a memory span of 3-7 seconds? Yep, well I'm beginning to think the same can be said for boys, or as I might start calling them boyfishes.

Mortensen, P. (2010, June 9). Goldfish Memory. The Fishbowl Experiment: 
So, last week I took part in a group interview (for a job didn't get sadly), but part of the activities included a section of telling us about yourself. There was about 25 of us in total, who all got up to voluntarily share any information they felt they wanted us to know. One guy, let's call him X (because I honestly can't remember his name anyway), got up to introduce himself, and proclaimed to the group a number of facts about himself, include his relationship status "I'm kind of single, its complicated with my baby mother" - his exact words. Pretty obvious, what that means right?! 
Now, lets fast forward about an hour or so, the workshop is over now, and I'm trying to get home because I'm tired and hungry and super hungry but not quite hangry yet! As I make my way towards M&S because they do the nicest Belgian chocolate cheesecake slice ever, and as I said I was super hungry. Anyway, I hear guy X calling my name and I try act like I didn't hear him, but boys being boys didn't take the hint, and ran over tapping on the shoulder. Reluctantly, I stopped, my hunger turning into to hangry with each passing second. Being the polite young lady I am, I entertained a little bit of his chit chat, but after about 5 minutes, guy X began to compliment me and eventually asked for my number. If you could have seen the look on my face, you would have turned around and ran away.

But wait! Okay, so lets rewind - "I'm kind of single, its complicated with my baby mother" 
I honestly just wanted to laugh so hard. It was only an hour or so ago, this same stupid boy, I mean boyfish, professed his complicated relationship with his baby mum. I simply proceeded to ask about his baby mum, and imagine what X said "Narh, I'm single you know, but my baby mum think's it complicated" 

Long story short, after explaining to him I'm only 22, please I don't need nor want this complication in my life, he did not get my number.  But it did get me thinking about why boys and their lies. Seriously, I get it, everybody lies but sometime I swear some of these boyfishes lie the worst. Honestly, its like they lie, then literally after taking a breath forget the lie and tell a completely different lie, there isn't even any overlap of the new lie with the previous lie. They are two completely different lies. The only explanation is that boys are goldfishes, physically incapable of remember there lies!

Now, don't get me wrong I know its not just boys who lie, us girls are no angels and some girls are the worlds biggest liars. I've told my fair share of little white lies, a one or two big black lies, but when I lie, I remember them, unlike a lot of guys (and a few girls) I've encountered. But some of the lies, I've heard boyfishes say, not only to myself but other girls and boys, just makes you think damn, some of them don't even make sense and its a completely different story! I could honestly, write an 10,000 word essay on all the small, stupid lies I've heard but we'd be here all night and no one has time for that!


So ladies, (fellas too, I'm not sexist, my post are for all sexes), what's the most rubbish blatant weak a** lie you've been told? Feel free to share and drop me some comments below.
               Remember lying is wrong guys and girls. But if your gonna lie, make sure you lie good!!!                                             
Just smile 
AK x

Friday, January 01, 2016

NYE - Hit or Miss?

Everyone always makes such a big deal out of NYE, but does it ever live up to anyone's expectations? People always create such a hype of the NYE celebrations, but does anyone really know what they are celebrating or have they just brought into the idea of NYE and celebrating the end of another year with no deeper meaning? 

On NYE, I spent the night indoors third wheeling (as I do best) with my best friend and her boyfriend - I'm sure I am now a professional third wheeler - who else can relate/share my pain LOL? Anyway, whilst it sure beat staying at home alone, I pretended it was a great NYE but on the inside I was dying, not because I didn't want to be with my best friend but because being indoors whilst everyone was out having fun on NYE, just reminded me of all the times before that I had no motivation or desire to be anywhere but my bed, the times I would hide and seclude myself from the world, because the mere idea of having fun was at the time incomprehensible to me - how could I have fun when I had no desire to around anyone, no desire to talk to anyone, in fact I had pretty much no emotions at all. Plus, midnight kiss + third wheeling = some awkward silence and avoidance of eye contact for about a minute or two. I guess kissing yourself counts but doesn't really do anything to quash the realization, your still single haha.

While I'm not normally the biggest fan of going out clubbing, I kind of really wanted to go out for the first time on NYE, I know its overpriced, overrated and overly busy - I still kind of wanted to be around all my girl, dance around in heels we can't even walk in and dab in the clubs. For me, having spent much of 2015, 2014, 2013, and probably the year before that in the depths of my depression, I wanted to end 2015 and start 2016 with an over the top BANG! For me, going out on NYE more symbolised me going back to the fun loving, outgoing, confident girl I was before depression reared its ugly shadow over my life and in a weird way, say goodbye to the depressed girl and hello back to an ever growing and improving girl.

BUT on the plus side, it wasn't the worst NYE ever and I saved a lot of money, ate some good food. After leaving my best friend’s house, I went home and a little cry - come on now, it wouldn't be a celebration for a depressed person without a few tears. In the end, a quiet night in turned out to be exactly what I needed, first of all I didn't have a massive hangover was able to write this post. But it gave me time to think and evaluate what I wanted my 2016 to be like. I set some new goals, readjusted my focus and had a slight pep in step and life. I felt more concentrated and ready to tackle my problems head on. Who knew a crying session on NYE could be so beneficial, it was like my tears we’re all the bad times I had in 2015 finally washing away and allowing me to evolve into the woman I am supposed to be. So I guess, NYE for me, started off as a miss, but in hindsight it was definitely a hit!

Drop me some comments to let me know how your NYE was and remember Just smile!!
AK x