It's Important to Talk

Everybody needs to talk.

Every moment of everyday, my head is filled with random, inconsequential rubbish that, were I a sane and wants-to-use-her-time-productively-and-not-spend-it-pondering-utter-inconsequential-rubbish kind of person, I would forget about and do something far more positive and constructive and productive with my time. 

But I'm not that kind of person. What I realized was that I loved writing on this website because it felt like I was talking to someone or getting the thoughts out of my head and into the open. Once my thoughts are not just my thoughts anymore, they lose value exponentially and I forget about them so much more easily. I can move onto to new and fresh things. 

Psychiatrists probably base the demand of their services on this. I'm not saying I'm devaluing them or anything. Everyone needs someone with whom they can speak, and know that they're words are not falling on deaf or apathetic ears. I would probably feel better if I could voice my issues to someone I thought was wiser than I am  and  talk about it at length to see if my latent psychological stress and anxieties were manifesting themselves in any way in my behaviour, personality, social skills, or anything. 

The path of self-discovery is important in life. But I don't know anything about that.

All I wanted to say today was that I was lying on the sofa watching a movie that I've seen before, and I started trying to convince myself to go study. But I couldn't.....because I wanted to either call someone up and talk about my day or come online and write something. I needed to talk. 

When I was younger I'd keep a journal and I'd write it in everyday. I wanted this to be my journal, but I never feel like I'm just talking to myself (which is what it should feel like): I'm perpetually conscious of the fact that someone else might read this. When I write, I write it as if I'm writing for someone else to read, and not for myself. But what I remember from my journal writing experiences was that I always felt great, and I didn't tell random people what I was thinking, because I found a way to vent through the writing. 

Lesson 1: Expression in any form relieves a person of a lot of pent-up emotion. 

My dad told my brother that when it comes to relationships between girls and boys, it all comes down to communication. Girls tend to like and eventually need the person who listens to them. Now this is what I don't get. 

Girls like to talk, it's not a myth, or a cliche', it's just true. Well, I can't speak for everyone, but for the most part. Men like to talk just as much. They gossip just as much, they bitch just as much, they spread rumours, and they need just as much, if not more, to vent. But, sometimes, they just don't. I suspect that's what causes  deviant and potentially criminal behaviour. But I'm just ranting; this is officially my first rant. 

Now, I don't know if this is just me, and it's not like noone's ever heard this before, but men tend to like their women quiet and malleable. You don't see it as much where I live, but in other countries, and I may be completely off here, but men courting women tend to do ALMOST ALL of the talking. The girls get a word in here and there and seem perfectly happy like they were born and brought up on a diet of words, taught to be quiet and reserved with their thoughts, to not be too opinionated and to be happy about everything (a radiant smile plastered to their face, resplendent in their natural beauty, 'silent still'). 

I cannot be growing up in a world where men don't care to ask what a women thinks. Because, honestly, women know better. Every time. 

Lesson 2: Never discount another person's thoughts. Listen to a person with the same open mind with which you'd want them to listen to you. 

I am feminist, and I'm probably being feminist right now, but that doesn't mean I'm not right. I love W.B. Yeats as a poet but I hated his "Prayer for My Daughter" simply for this reason. He wanted his daughter to be a passive woman, homely and domestic, traditional. Not like Maud Gonne, the great love of his life, because she had become a militant revolutionary and was working under the Irish Independence movement. 

A strong woman who fought for what she believed in. 

Women were not born for men, regardless of what the Adam and Eve story says. 

Lesson 3: No society ever progressed by discounting the importance and intelligence of women.  

The following is unrelated but also semi-valuable lessons to learn.

Lesson 4: Pets are amazing company, and stroking the fur of dogs (they're my favourite!) is supposed to be good for the heart. 

Lesson 5: I've recently come to understand that forgiving quickly is good for health too. Also, don't take too many antibiotics. Overexposure of disease causing organisms to antibiotics in living bodies can create a variety of that organism that is resistant to multiple types of drugs, and as a result, all that much harder to destroy. 

I have a long way to go before I get good at writing. Einstein said something like "If you can't state it simply, you don't understand it well enough, or at all." I don't remember exactly. But I wanted this blog to be like a diary, haphazard, full of my not-so-incandescent thoughts. 

Thanks for listening.