3 posts tagged “j”
This often happens to me whenever I'm under some stress, or when ever I have to do something I don't want to do - my body throws a tantrum and I end up sick.
The other night J told me I sound jaded.
When I think "jaded" I think: bitter, angry, hates life, hates the world, and is very negative.
I certainly don't think of myself.
We were having a discussion about my favourite subject at the moment - VIP Personality Disorder. He said his ex-flatmate most certainly has it, and that she was a real party girl, and while she lived up to the Sydney stereotype of "beauty" - blonde, slim, youthful looking (with help of A LOT of botox) - she seemed ultimately unhappy. I said that in my experience, when women measure their self-worth by how they look/the attention they get from men, it's really dangerous - as over time their looks/that attention will diminish and they'll be left feeling an emptiness.
He didn't really get what I meant so I explained that, as a woman, when you're in your late teens/early 20's and if you're even mildly attractive and you're going out partying etc, you will get A LOT of attention from guys. And because at this age you don't really know yourself as well as you could, it's easy to measure your self-worth by the attention you get from members of the opposite sex - especially if you've low self-esteem. While most girls get over this mind-set once they know themselves better/have experienced life a bit, some don't. So they are constantly struggling with their looks, and with feelings of inadequacy - masked behind a veneer of whatever is deemed 'beautiful' by the circles they move in.
To me it's pretty depressing - not to mention exhausting. And yeah, while I wouldn't mind to physically look like I was at that age, I certainly don't want to go back and be in that headspace. It's a part of getting older/wiser.
I said all this to him and he let out a whistle and said "man, you sound so jaded saying that".
Really?
Because to me it didn't seem jaded at all. It was just an observation.
And then we had a big discussion about how he doesn't think he's over his ex-girlfriend, but I'll save that gem for another time.
It's Tuesday, and I'm hung over. I know. No one to blame but myself, I'm supposed to be changing my ways... and blah, blah, blah