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A silent swan song (not mine)

Yesterday someone I know committed suicide.

Somehow I was not surprised, but it saddens me profoundly.

He was not a nice man, mostly rude and harsh, though he was never rude to me directly.

People were afraid to talk to him because they never knew how he could react. Sometimes he could burst into an anger attack, just because he woke up with the wrong foot.

I remember once I needed a favor from him. He waited for me to ask and then said: No. Pure and simple, no explanations.

He was not my friend. I wonder if he had any. He was a bitter, lonely man, the opposite of a pleasant person. Still, I cried for him, not because I will miss him, but because I can only slightly grasp how he felt and this is already a huge pain.

I remember someone here on the blogs who said that people who reject love are the ones who need it most. That was his case, he needed it desperately and pushed away every person who crossed his path.

He was utterly alone in a world full of people. No one listened to his swam song; it came out as a silent scream.

Oddly enough, he had a sheep as a pet, which kept his lawn short. Perhaps it noticed something, but sheep don't tell stories.

Today, I'm am his speaker for the dead, I hope he finally finds peace.

sad flower
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Women's rights: are we really free?

Among the very first women's rights are the right to live and the right to freedom and personal safety.
Is it so?

We still face high femicide rates, r*pes, domestic violence, fear; I wonder how free we really are.

Is it freedom to think twice before wearing a dress or a skirt in public because it would be easier to be a target of a r*apist?

Is it freedom to enter a store in a rush or cross the street because you see a man who is following you?

Is it freedom to be afraid of going out alone?

Is it freedom to be afraid of entering a cab alone?

Is it freedom to not be able to change your mind when you turned down s*x at the last minute, especially if your married and must be committed to your "duties"?

Is it freedom to avoid being alone with your boss or teacher because you are afraid of s*xual harassment?

Is it freedom to hear unpleasant comments or to be forced to kiss someone at a nightclub?

Is it freedom to live in permanent fear?

I don't think so. We, women, conquered a lot, but we are still ages away from being free.
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Parodies

I've seen so many serious blogs lately (mine included) and decided it's time for a bit of fun.

I'm a big fan of parodies, in particular music parodies. It's not easy to put together humor and still make the lyrics make sense (well sometimes they doesn't laugh ).

I'm sharing some of my favorites. I hope you like.

Feel free to add yours.

peace


As a warm-up: Foil by "Weird All" Yankovic (Parody of "Royals" by Lorde)

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On the bright side of the blogs

It's been nearly a month I've been here and must say the outcome was very positive, though not quite the way I expected.

Today, I want to show CS bloggers in a mirror. Don't worry, no names scold , but I hope you can still recognize yourselves.

On my first blog, someone told me that after a while, I'd end up thinking you were all "a**holes". It's not true.
I see amazing people. Some disguised as something else, some just like themselves.

There are poets,
Sensitive people with beautiful hearts who are just looking at the wrong persons, though they could find the one right below their noses,
Sensible people able to input some reason in non-sense discussions and make people see clearly what is going on.
There are fantastic artists master of words, or those able express themselves through music,
People with a peculiar sense of humor. Some very similar to mine, others that made me want to cry, but they keep the blogs in high spirits.
There are sarcastic people with cunning minds, always ready for the perfect comment to win the game. They are the spice on the blogs, and bittersweet on the inside.
And finally, the healers, people who want to help and give support. They are ready to mend any situation and always see a way out.

I didn't meet any troll in my first month. Maybe I was lucky; perhaps it was my comment on how to vanish a corpse. grin I guess I'll never know.

All in all, be proud of who you are. You are a wonderful lot.


bouquet
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Thoughts about love

Love is a controversial feeling, both cure and ruin,
A reason to live or die.
Some people say there is no love without suffering,
Still what is worth life without love?

Here, I share Perhaps Love, with Placido Domingo and John Denver, a poem in the form of song that can define love better than me. smitten

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Happy Halloween

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Blessed be all CS witches kiss
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Dude, you're doing it wrong

Flirting is an art, they say. sad flower
Not that I am an expert or anything...dunno
However, on my short stay as a CS citizen, I already have a few suggestions for guys on what not to do.

1. Endless "hello" e-mails.
I'll say it nicely: after the 18th HELLO, it gets kind of boring. If you don't have anything to say, just don't write.

2. Misogyny jokes
Most girls don't like it, me included.

3. Telling her you're helplessly in love with her after reading her profile and want to marry her.
Seriously, in what planet are you living?

4. Writing your personal details on your first e-mail
You're too easy, man, forget it.

5. Writing the same greeting e-mail twice to the same girl
First impression is important, but after that she'll be sure you're just shooting aimlessly.

New additions: thanks girls grin

6. Writing before reading her profile

7. Saying how beautiful the girl or her smile is...when they can't see it



Any thoughts to increase the list? confused


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Gal, you're doing it wrong

Guy: Are you serious?

Me: No, I'm funny.

And then he didn't write to me again.
Any ideas what I might have done wrong? confused

7-day journal of a newbie

Day one:
Window shopping.
Loads of e-mails from random guys.

Day two:
Hours answering all e-mails.
Felling exhausted.
What am I doing here?

Day three:
Found the blogs, but couldn't post.
doh
Feeling like a stalker, secretly watching.
Learned about scammers.

Day four:
Wrote to a nice guy I liked. Feeling hopeful.
Checked my mailbox 398 times. No reply.
Blocked a few scammers.

Day five:
Still no reply. Clearly, he is not interested.
Struggling with my feelings to not write again.
Dignity lost the battle.

Day six:
Learned to live with rejection.
The flow of e-mails decreased to a bearable pace.
Empty mailbox.
What am I doing here?

Day seven:
Officially promoted to a CS citizen.
Time to post.


peace peace peace
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