A “Few” Things That Annoy Me

I don’t think I’ve ever done a post like this, or even similar to this. Maybe in forms of a specific situation that hurt me or annoyed me at the time, but never a list of a “few” specific details about everyday life or in general, what annoys me. I may split this into a few posts and long ones I might add.
I may add that I might swear a time or two in this post, because it’s sometimes the best way to get your point across. If you don’t mind that, let’s start;

❄ When people treat their pets badly in front of me. That sets my heart on fire and I want to bash their face in, you do not deserve that wonderful animal.

❄ When I buy snacks or candy for myself and bring it home, and for instance someone’s at home, we have a guest or my little sister who’s 5, asks me if I’ll eat it right now and I reply No, I’ll save it for later, don’t open it now, and I leave the house for even an hour and I come back to an empty bag of crisps. I said I’ll eat it later, I don’t mind sharing a little bit, but no one told you to eat my snacks while I was away.


❄ Smokers who decide they want to light up a cigarette in the middle of strolling down the street. If I am obliged to walk past you, with you or even behind you, I don’t want to be obliged to have your smoke in my face from every angle I walk by, because it goes right, left, straight and backwards. Have some decency.

❄ When people think they know everything but know very very little, or nothing at all. And they’re so sure of themselves when they talk about whatever it is, they get fired up and almost angry at you, but you fucking know they don’t know what they’re talking about, especially if you know the truth. What the fuck are you doing? Who are you showing off for?

When good friends keep things from me. This might be a little personal irritation button, but I don’t like when I know that someone finds me a good, close friend who they have trust in, or even worse my best friend, and they hide things from me in front of me.
Be it a text from your boyfriend, another friend, your mother messaged you, a picture with your boyfriend on your phone, your fucking phone password or pin, and they’re like “Nope” and irritatingly smile like it’s supposed to be amusing?

I understand that everyone is different and many couples have their own sets of privacy, but I just don’t understand the literal hiding. I come and sit next to you and you turn sideways so I don’t see who you’re texting?
Remind me to never be intentionally interested again, in anything you do.

❄ In public transport and outside it, when people don’t have the courtesy to apologize for pushing you, bumping into you or stepping onto the back of your foot while they were walking. What is that? For me, it’s a momental reaction be say So sorry, Sorry mam, Sorry sir. Rude.

❄ When people generalize things. All vegans, all vegetarians, all males, all females, all Christians, all atheists, all ex’s, all boyfriends. No.
Not all men are the same in relationships, you keep picking the same type of guy over and over. Something new? He’s a faggot, too poor, too neat, too stylish, gay, too goth, too sensitive, too this, too that. Shut the fuck up.

❄ People who constantly post facebook statuses like: “Feeling depressed”, I’m so upset, This has been the worst day of my life, and a bunch of sad emoji’s and someone else comments, What’s up, what happened, tell me all about it. And the replies are “I’ll inbox you”, or “I don’t want to talk about it” or “I don’t want to bother anyone with my problems”.
Not that I truly cared what you’re upset about,but now that you have gone out of your way to purposely make it so that no one knows publicly, now I either want to know because now it’s a mystery, or it annoys me ’cause you’re craving attention, which is probably the case.

❄ When people aren’t paying attention at all to what I am saying and I am having a conversation with them. They look through me or they look the other way and give out sighs or “Mhm”, “Yeah yeah”, or just nod their head. Excuse me, but I am talking. Tell me if you want me to stop.

❄ When people pretend to be interested in your life and why you are upset or down and ask of you to share it with them, and you do, thinking you’ll talk about it and someone replies with “Oh, that’s too bad”, “Oh, I feel sorry for you”, “Oh, well it’ll get better, I’m off now!” or any irrelevant comment like they just read about you on the news and scrolled down.
Are you fucking kidding me? Why did you ask me, to fill in the five minutes you had nothing to do before you went to do it?
I didn’t even expect you’d care when we started talking, now when you’ve asked me you gave me false hope you actually did care and wanted to listen. You just made me feel worse.

❄ On that note, It extremely extremely annoys me when you share your pain or problem with a person, the first response is anything similar too:
Oh, I know that feeling, I’ve been through worse, let me tell you what I’ve been through. And the conversation suddenly becomes about them.
OR, if they’re REALLY an asshole, they say anything similar too: Don’t dramatize, you need to chill, I’ve been through worse, and I got out of it, that’s nothing, how can you care about that, my problem was a lot worse and I didn’t react like that?

No? How VERY fortunate for you.
Because you went through worse, it means that my problem and the pain it caused me is any less painful than your problem? Fucking no. Get out of here.

Wow, that’s about the length I thought it would be. Cheers if you made it thus far! That was quite refreshing to share, I’m sure lot’s of you went through or go through the same things and I’m not even done. Is anyone ever really?


Materialistic Wants? Not.

Recently I’ve gotten into a lot of arguments with various people when discussing materialism and what makes who happy. First of all, let’s call up a good friend like Google: What does it mean when you are a materialistic person;

excessively concerned with physical comforts or the acquisition of wealth and material possessions, rather than with spiritual, intellectual,or cultural values.

The act of caring more about THINGS than people;

If we are going to be extreme and literal, we are materialistic when people get super excited about a Christmas gift, or birthday gift or any holiday/event that requires receiving a gift from a loved one. The gift is likely to be a material possession, like a book, scarf, expensive shoes, lingerie, expensive branded make-up, perfumes, or even a piece of gum.
It’s well likely to be something that, that person will love and use.

And that’s perfectly okay. But I don’t take the accusation of being a materialistic person lightly. It hurts me because it’s unfair. I can honestly say I have never met a person in my life that truly by heart valued material things above all else. I truly don’t know what that’s like, but I’m sure people like that exist.That’s a very big step to take in accusing someone.

What triggered this post the most is the fact that I have been called a materialistic person for something I don’t think is worthy to pin a label like that on me, but what’s more, when I tried to be a good listener and ask, what have I done to make you make that assumption, I heard the most ridiculous explanations I could hear.

By having different interests, people’s excitement is different for different things.

So many variations here, I can’t name everything and all types of people that can love all types of things. One person can love 10 different things.

The things that make me happy may be the most natural things to make a person happy, some may be unusual but are we going to fall down so low and end up having to explain ourselves why we love certain things and why they make us happy?

I am not ashamed to say that new technology excites me. Be it computers, laptops, phones, whatever it may be. To me it’s shinny and useful and can be beautiful. Heck, without a computer, I wouldn’t be writing my thoughts that I love to write right now.

When the new GalaxyS6 came out, I fell in love with the phone. It’s beautiful on it’s own and believe me when I say that I have memorized every corner of the phone and I see it three meters away from me, and I say, that’s the galaxys6. I get extremely happy at the thought of having it, holding it, so shinny and pretty and I was called an extreme materialist for loving it.

This made me extremely angry and disappointed in many. Why? Just answer me why? Are you that ignorant to not realize the phrase “In love with the phone” is merely an exaggeration of affection? I don’t value the phone over my friends, I wouldn’t betray my friends for the phone, I wouldn’t choose to pay for the phone over something that required it more, like health or help to anyone I care about. I want to have it if I can yes, why not? If I can pay for it and it makes me happy, why not? To prove something to you? Stand in line and wait until I care enough.

Has it seriously become necessary to explain yourself over stupid bullshit like this? I can’t buy the phone and I realize that the money that would require to buy it can be used for more useful things. But I am a materialistic person because I get excited when I talk about it, and when I see it and say It’s so freaking beautiful?

Am I wrong? Is there a difference between loving and wanting a beautiful pair of Rag & Bone jeans that cost over 100-200$ and a beautiful expensive phone? Or 500$ branded shoes and a phone? Correct me if I’m wrong.

It’s just what people enjoy, what brings out happiness out of them, why is that bad? I could care less about Mac and NYC make up.
I for example, LOVE stationeries, pencils, mechanical pencils, markers, notebooks, reminders, letters, erasers, sharpeners, books, shelfs, beautiful home offices, shinny expensive desks, lamps.

I would much rather buy a collection of all mechanical pencils, markers and notebooks, books and have a shelf full of office supply stuff, cozy it up in my own personal dream office I would love one day to have in my house, where I would write -work, and hopefully grade a lot of tests and papers of my students – have a collection of Nike and Adidas sneakers, than buy a make-up collection by Mac, NYC, Urban Decay etc. And both are perfectly okay to be excited for and talked about.

I don’t understand. Truly.

The Versatile Blogger Award


I was extremely shocked when I read that I was nominated for this, because I certainly don’t deserve any type of award right now. But thanks to the awesome Curious Queendom, I have been nominated and a huge thanks I might add, she made my day brighter.

I don’t know much of her blog, she isn’t someone I actually followed but right after I finish this post, I’ll get myself to checking out everything!

As any award, there are rules you follow and you name them first:
❄ Thank the person who nominated you and link back to their blog
❄Nominate at least 15 blogs of your choice, if you can.
❄ Link your nominees and let them know of your nomination.
❄ Share 7 facts about yourself

Now, I won’t be able to nominate 15 bloggers, I apologize for that truly, but as Curious Queendom stated in her post regarding the award, I’m still trying to catch up to everything and everyone and get back in the game. I saw some bloggers have deleted their blogs that I would normally nominate, while I was away so I still need to scout around. I’ll leave this blog award for anyone that reads and is a “fan” of my content and wishes to state 7 facts about themselves. Just let me know if you do end up accepting it!

The 7 facts about me are:

I am not a fan of the cold. I don’t like winter and gloomy, gray weather. Every year I struggle with mood changes as soon as winter comes knocking and it makes me more sad and less positive about anything I do. I like snow, I love when snowflakes fall and turn my city into a white wonderland, but if only they were warm.

I never wear nor need foundation. Not particularly something I am proud off exactly, but I am fortunate enough not too need to wear it ever. I have amazing, clear skin, and I hardly ever ever break out. I don’t ever really wear make up at all, 85% I’m without it, but if I do, I make my eyes pop out with mascara and an eye pencil and you can hardly tell I am not wearing any coverage on my face.

I love acrylic nails. I just do. I have them done right now, have an appointment to do them again next weekend.

I am terrible at saving money. I am not frugal. As long as I have money, I would spend it. I’m sure this will change when I start earning my own money, but the good thing is people around me are good at it. I leave my money with them.

My worst fear is getting ill. Getting  deadly ill, being sick, diseases, hospitals, surgeries. Fever and cough, sure. Anything else? No.

I absolutely love the Agatha Cristie’s Poirot series, all of the episodes. I love Poirot, I love her books.

Last but not least, I’m afraid of all bugs. All, bugs. Lady bugs are not cute bugs, they’re bugs. They have pretty wings and they poop and then die. Up close they’re hairy bugs.

Thank you for reading! ❤



I Have To Be Honest

My last real post was way way way back in February, when it was the very beginning of the year 2015, now it’s December and it’s ending. Starting everything and never finishing a thing is one of my biggest character flaws that I have. I am way too ambitious in my mind, but I am way too lazy or get way too distracted with other things to finish anything. I need to watch that when I look for a partner in life, because he can’t have that same quality.

The week before this one, I got into contact with one of my very old friends I have known for five years now, once again after awhile of not talking. She has made a blog of her own on wordpress and it got me thinking and actually remembering I have my own blog. I know, that sounds so freaking terrible but this is quite possibly the most honest post I’ll post on here.

I felt terrible after the realization, for a few reasons.
It reminded me of my previously said flaw and it got me so angry at myself. Why did I start once again all over, and what’s worse, why did I leave such a great thing that was developing, everything was going great with the blog? I know why, but why did I even have to start if I wasn’t going to take it 100% serious. I’m so mad.
The bigger and more important reason (for me) is that this blog was almost a gift. In my very first post on this blog Fresh New Start I mention a name, a friend of mine, a very dear friend who actually made this blog come to life. As I said in the post, I was feeling so inspired, so ready, so on board, so passionate about writing again and he actually made the passion and happiness even greater. He actually paid for my theme on this blog, because my theme was not free. He paid a good chunk of money to make my blog what I wanted it to be and I feel like I, made a mockery of it. Not intentionally of course, but I feel like I even owe it to him to continue blogging.

That’s not entirely why I am writing this post. I am writing it because once again, I want to blog and I want to write. I have done so much writing the past 10 months, but I feel angry I didn’t use my blog to express myself like I wanted too. I have so much to share all of a sudden, but blogging should be done right. It should be taken seriously if you want to attract readers and make them stay and be interested in your content, which I did not fulfill in the last couple of months of my blogging time.

But I wasn’t doing what I originally thought I was going too. Around December 2014 and January 2015, my life got very complicated, messy and I didn’t know how to handle my own feelings about it all and what I should do. I think I mentioned it and wrote about it in a few blogposts, I can’t even remember anymore.  I had to hide things from my life that I desperately wanted to share. That’s part of blogging, writing about your griefs, sorrows, sharing your happiness, your sadness, experiences, thoughts, giving tips, offering help and so many other things.
But I couldn’t share my own sadness. There were certain things I wasn’t comfortable the world reading and certain people couldn’t read certain content I would share. It would make things even more messy. I got caught up in drama and mistakes I made myself and it wasn’t sharable. It became frustrating, to have to think about what I am exactly saying word per word so that I don’t say saying I shouldn’t and to me, it wasn’t at all genuine. I felt bad. I felt it wasn’t fair to anyone who read my content. Be it the few people who visited my blog regularly or someone who just popped in to say hi.

I figured not blogging at all is easier, I just don’t have to deal with the pressure. But after awhile, it became horrible because taking a pause from my blog was taking a pause from WordPress itself. There were, and still are blogs I gladly read with a smile on my face, but I couldn’t keep up with their content anymore. I wasn’t checking in frequently enough. So even that phase of just checking and reading, just to feel in contact and in line with their lives and stories ended.

It may be horrible. It may be childish to anyone who reads this blogpost. I know It’s my fault, I know that I was frivolous with all of it but I feel bad.

I’m still in a place where I can’t share all parts of my life and I still don’t want to hide anything. I didn’t lie about a single thing in my blogposts, rather just never talked about it. I feel awful, and I want to continue blogging, but I don’t want to make any type of promise or even publish this blogpost saying that I will write, contionuously. I may break it.

I’m in a pickle. Starting where I left off would slightly be, distasteful, if I can express it that way. Starting all over again is out of the question.
What do I do?

A Step In The Right Direction

Wow, this feels so odd being back here. How long has it been? Four months, yeah. I will be back shortly with another post explaining my silence and a few other things, although my previous post back in February I think is self explanatory. I’ve been solving my problems and not running away from them.

The reason I decided this will be the moment I come back to WordPress is to share one very simple and incredible thing that happened. June 26th of 2015 will now forever be known as the day America, or the US Supreme Court made an incredible change. Same sex marriage is now legal in all 50 US states. Justice is served!

I cannot comprehend how happy this news made me. It would’ve made me even happier if I was myself gay or felt that weight fly off my chest from the pressure I imagine every gay person on this earth felt for years. Or not. But none the less, it made me cry tears of joy. I am so happy and proud of this change and I hope we can move forward and not stop with the fight. This was a huge step and it took a long time but with the same willingness to fight and patience, justice will be served throughout the entire globe, which is what is deserved.

Everyone deserves happiness in all shapes and forms and freedom to pursue happiness with another, with someone they love, be it their same sex partner or not without judgement or restrictions. Love is love, and love always wins. No one deserves to be held against being themselves. ❤

I just, I can’t. I was between shock and an enchanting wave of happiness when I realized what was going on. This is monumental and needs to go on, needs to spread. I just can’t imagine all of the great, talented, intelligent, wonderful people, I cant imagine how relieved they must feel to know that finally they can express who they are and step into marriage and love without fear.

I’m so proud and happy and glad and I wish every couple out there who has been wishing and hoping for a happy life with the one they love all the best and every gay person in the world luck to find that person and live happily.

One huge, monumental step, in the right direction. Let’s keep moving!

Be yourself, love yourself, don’t be ashamed of who you are. Nobody can do a better job at being you than you. 

I’m sorry if you disagree with this decision, you have the right to have an opinion, that is all on you.
But I hope everyone has learned by now to choose their words carefully when it comes to matters like this.
At the end of the day, statements like, The gay population is what’s polluting the earth and violating all laws of nature are absolutely wrong and unfair. You’re HUMAN too that does everything to ruin this earth just as much as ”they” do. It’s not in anyone’s business what kind of intimacy goes on in one’s bed.

That’s all I’m gonna say. 🙂

Don’t Run Away From Your Problems, Solve Them.

I spent the morning crying. For the past five days I have really enlarged my “quote wall” I talked about a long time ago on here. I felt like I needed it and even though I don’t necessarily like these types of quotes, this one speaks out to me because it sinks courage into me. It’s real.

Just because you ran away from your problem, doesn’t mean the problem is gone. It’s still there, waiting. You’ve just distanced yourself from it. Eventually it’ll catch up to bite you in the reer, because it was left unresolved. Basically like F’s and bad grades in school. It’s something I’m trying to follow to ease my head.

Along with my all time favorite quote;

It’s not my definite favorite but it’s definitely in the top five. I need this as a framed picture in my house. I am a very compassionate person that tries to satisfy everyone that matter to me, even if it means letting myself go for a little while. It goes out of hand, but some people are worth it. Sometimes it get’s confusing and in all honestly tiering, but I have a big conscience that makes everything harder and more painful.

These two together, they kind of crash heads, but I need them in my head 24/7 in order to make decisions. To be brave enough to do something I am afraid too, yet to think wisely about what that truly is and what is the true problem at hand.
Because they need to resolved

I’m thinking it over…

Wonder Of My Worlds


I used to need to bite my tongue from addressing these things but now it just comes natural to me. I notice everything, I’m self aware. I notice when there’s silence in places that were never quiet before. I notice the comments people make or how things are worded. I notice people’s behaviours towards me when their feelings (both good or bad) change towards me. I notice everything, I’ll never not notice. I also notice that not everything is worth addressing and more likely than not, it’s better to keep your observations to yourself and step back where you need to. Nothing should feel or be forced, it isn’t organic that way. xx

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