Hello blogging world!
Lately I feel discouraged by what I see around me. You know how people say that if you see only negativity is because maybe you are a negative person? I used to think that too but I realize more and more that it has nothing to do with me but everything to do with the world around me.
Irresponsible people bother me so much and unfortunately I’m surrounded by them, and it’s not the kind of people that you can just ignore, I’m talking about the neighbors for example. People that put the responsibility on others.
Anyways, where did I wanted to go with this?! 🙄🤷♀️
I wanted to emphasize why I love books. It’s really because books transport me in a different world in which I don’t have to cope with all this stuff. I sound like I need a therapist. 🤭😏 But honestly, don’t you feel so much better after you read a few pages of a good book? It’s like I forget the outside world, if only for a few minutes.
Ohhh, books are amazing. The best thing ever invented. I’ll go and put my nose in a book right now.
So good night…and stay away from negativity…if you can…🙄🤷♀️🤭
Have you noticed that everywhere you go on social media, people are fighting over something? Sometimes (most of the time 😏) I check the comments for minutes and it becomes overwhelming. I’m overwhelmed with people’s feelings of anger and hurt and this constant need to humiliate others. It’s like they feed on good energy while they spread all their bad energy.
Sometimes I comment on some posts, only to delete my comments because I realize that it’s not worth my time. And I end up unfollowing pages that I used to love because I feel that the people on those pages are just bad influencers.
Today, after a situation like the one just described, I went on Instagram instead of Facebook. On Instagram I follow only pages related to books and it’s incredible how I instantly felt so good while just looking at the book related pictures.
Continue reading “Why books are so much better than social media 🧚♀️💜📖”
It’s been so long that I’ve been on WordPress that I’m not even sure if I know how it works anymore. It’s strange when you have a blog that you have to maintain. You see, every day I think about things that I could write about and I actually create these amazing articles in my head, only to give it up once I have a spare minute because I am too tired, or probably just too lazy.
There is a question that pops up in my mind often:
Do people still read blogs?
There are so many blogs out there, with so many different topics. While I enjoy reading and I really like to learn new stuff I find that my time is so limited that I tend to speed read when I’m on a blog. It’s not fair for bloggers that put so much hard work into their articles, but if I do it, do others do it as well? I guess it doesn’t matter because in the end writing, for me, is more like a therapy session. Sure, I could write a journal, but for some reason it doesn’t make the same ”ahhh” effect (maybe I do need a bit of attention 😀 ).
After a lot of thinking, the topic of the day will be: Why do women change their last name after marriage. And, should they?
The more years pass, the more I realize that I am becoming more…feminist…I write it like this because I am not sure if I am a feminist but what I do know is that there are many, many things that happen in our society and in the world, towards women, that really bother me. And this thing with the name changing came in my news feed (on Facebook yes! 😀 )so many times this week. I know, most probably because I responded at one article, Facebook decided to show me more of this, just to see when exactly will I explode 🙂 . The thing is that I’ve seen so many comments from women my age and even younger that defend this name changing after marriage like there is no tomorrow. The comment that bothered me the most was something like: changing your last name after your husband makes you a family!
I’m there reading all these ridiculous comments and yet this one sentence made me so mad. Really! A last name makes you a family? A man last name makes you a family? As in, you don’t need love, respect, care for each other…if you have his last name you are a family! So much garbage!!! So of course, I could not help myself and I made a comment about how not a man last name makes the family but love does. And I also wrote that I would never take my husband’s last name and that my kids have both our names, especially because having kids made me suffer (physical pain) and I think that it’s not fair that our kids be recognized as his kids only. One girl decides to tell me how she has more important problems to deal with in life so changing her last name is not such a big deal. Well, it is a big deal! It is a huge deal!!! Because why do women have to give up things all the time for others? Why do us have to change our names? Why can’t they change it? So, just to make it clear, there where men that were saying they changed their names and it’s ok with them. But then there were others that were saying that if a woman doesn’t want to change her name, or even worse 🙂 he has to change his, that means that he is not a real man.
Continue reading “Changing the world, one small thought at a time…”
Hello there! 😌
It happens often lately that I’m contemplating life and what happens around me. I suppose it is normal to do so but I think that I probably do it to the extreme. 🤷♀️🌞
So contemplating about life brings me to a simple conclusion: being alone is one of the best things that happened to me. I used to be afraid of loneliness, thinking that I needed people around me to feel loved and accepted and appreciated. But not anymore.
I don’t mind being around people. Genuine people. But I mind so much being around fakeness. People that spend their time with me because they have nothing else better to do..and that they forget everything else as soon as their life is ‘too busy’.
Personally, if I don’t get in touch with someone is because I don’t want any interaction at that moment. I don’t believe in the ‘we are too busy’ to communicate with each other.
So yeah….it just gets to me how some people use my presence to just fill their emptiness of the moment…🤷♀️
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I don’t know what is making me sad but this feeling is breaking my heart. Constantly fighting these feelings…it’s hard to stay on the right track.
Why do I feel so insecure? I should not care. So why do I? The thought of judgement is too much to bear.
What is this world that we live in anyway? And why do we even live? So strange. The fact that we get born yet for no specific reason we just have to die at one point. What is the point anyway?
I feel out of breath…this is too overwhelming…I have to be happy for the life I have. Sure! But why do I have this life and others don’t? What’s the point of it all anyway?
Continue reading “Overthinking life…”
It’s hard to stay positive when such bad things happen in the world.
I want to think that all is happening for a reason but some things just don’t have a justification…
What reason can rape have?
What reason can mistreating others because of their skin color have?
What reason can killing because other has different beliefs have?
….is everything really happening for a reason or is this just a good excuse so we can move forward with our eyes closed?! 🤷♀️😐
While struggling with my reading, for no particular reason, I thought that writing about different topics might keep me connected with you all. There are so many interesting subjects that I want to write about and I hold myself because I’m afraid that I might offend someone with my words.
Today’s topic is pretty simple yet pretty intense: feelings of an immigrant. 🤷♀️
I moved to Canada some years ago at 19 years old. At that time my parents gave me the choice to stay in Romania but with the possibility that I might not see them for a long time and if I ever want to join them the immigration process might be long and complicated and not necessarily positive. Because I am very close to my mother and I couldn’t imagine myself living far away from my family, I decided to follow them and move an ocean away.
Continue reading “Feelings of an immigrant…… 🤷♀️”