Problems: Suit and Tie

A solution to all of your problems…

The answer is actually quite simple. But, you wouldn’t read the whole article if I gave it to you right away. Unless—

You are one of those people who flips the book, reads the very last page, –it is usually something like this “And, they walked away, holding each other’s hands tightly”—, literally is now shocked that the two main characters actually saved the world together walking off to a different planet, flips back to the first chapter, keeps reading.

Who are you?

I am caught up in the middle of everything. I am sure you know the feeling. Waking up too early, running in no fuel, sleeping too early, not sleeping, doing this for that, doing that for your co-worker, doing, literally doing something all the damn time.

Brain overloaded. In my case, I cannot properly speak the only two languages I know—especially my mother tongue. Words, words, words… what are those things?

You want to be in place A but expected to be in place B.

You want to pursue your dreams but expected to live enough to survive.

You want to say something but can’t oversee the consequences.

I am sure every single old person you met told you this golden rule of life: Everybody dies. They probably didn’t tell you this: Some kill themselves and some kill the ones they love the most. They commit the biggest crime in this life alone, push until they burst, snap or tear.

The online world is occupied with what other people do, where they go to eat, what they wear, how they consume. My world consists of those with ambitions who have endless goals and just as much greed and anger. Just maybe, the pure love that expects commitment. Death. Words. I start clashing my teeth. The society I see needs a reality check.

Let’s jump to the part about why you were reading this whole thing.

Follow me: It’s you. In you.

Do what makes you, you. (Maybe avoid major decisions, like me). Find that One to talk to. And, you will live forever.

(As you already know, writing is my therapy. Thank you for listening.)

QUITTING SOCIAL MEDIA: NOW AND THEN

First of all, let’s make something clear: I am not saying that you should quit social media, nor I am saying you should not… I will get to that in a minute. Over the past decade, I have witnessed many forms of social media outgrowing books and tv whom once paralyzed my great grandparents. Facebook dropped the magic bomb of see all, know all. Then came, Twitter, LinkedIn, Foursquare, Swarm, Instagram, Snapchat, Tumblr and many more that I cannot recall off the top of my head.

The big hit lately is Instagram (at least it still was last month, before I deleted my Instagram account). It is an excellent promotion tool since it seems to be one of the limited ways to reach young adults, and it seems to be the preferred platform of the celebrities and influencers (When did that term get into our culture anyways? Think about it). Well, I felt fed up with seeing every second of every person’s life on ‘insta-snap’ feature. I honestly didn’t feel interested in how to cook egg whites and spinach to get fit, or what this girl from my kinder garden was listening to as she was driving to work. I bet you watched a 10 second short video of a similar kind too. And let’s be real, I was also fed up with getting comments about how my picture deserves a comment of ‘wow’ from someone I barely talk to. Or reading someone else’s comment about someone I cared about (but that’s another story for another time).

Credit: Pinterest
Credits: Pinterest

I’d lie if I said social media doesn’t creep the door of the wardrobe for my insecurities. It does, and it will, but believe me when I say nobody is perfect… I first quit Swarm, Foursquare and Twitter a couple of years ago until I had to create a Twitter account for a class. I have no issues with twitter, I find it excellent to catch the news now. However, Swarm and Foursquare were both ‘check-in-your-location’ kind of apps and 98% of its users were looking to find girls that they could meet at the next bar they walk in. No regrets. Next, gone Snapchat. After the ‘insta-snap’ feature people seemed the forget about Snapchat. I broke it off with a couple of close friends that I used snaps to communicate, I didn’t care to have other boys on there and people I cared about were one call away. Gone, gone.

Came Instagram… I deleted it for a short while after an unnecessary argument, tried to get back into my same account, didn’t work. Am I ever thankful. Do I miss scrolling down? Yes. Do I want to give cute, supportive comments to friends? Yes. Do I want to know what those people (that I do not like) are doing with their lives? Did God give them what they deserve? None of my business. I am over it. Will I ever get Instagram again? I expect so since it is the ‘it’ of today, people around me use it. But that decision will have to wait. Who knows, maybe we’ll have a new app that rises like a star coming 2018?

Hey… I still have Facebook for my daily memes… In my opinion, it is harmless now that it lost its crown to Instagram.

I study Media and Communications and I truly believe in both constructive and destructive power of technology and social media however, it mentally challenges me. I will always critique the mere existence of this ‘see all, know all’ mentality while abusing it madly. All I am saying is, know the time to take a mental break. Sip your coffee and look out your window instead of snapping the hell out of it. Use it with meaning.

Hazal

Women, gossip, shit talk

Why are people so mean? (Pause here and laugh if you like).
Why women are never nice to other women?
Let’s talk about what we do…
We channel each others’ insecurities. We get jealous because someone else has something that we don’t have. Or worse.. something that we too have. We constantly compare one another. We talk behind each others’ back. We compete for attention. We sell one off for the next boy coming or steal the next one for ourselves to hurt someone. We put each other down. We measure our worth through literal shit standards. We hide ourselves.
This post might make some people think that it is intended to a specific audience. Nada. It is intended to all of you out there.
I was thrilled to be in my hometown this week. End of the week, I am not so thrilled anymore. More, I am broken by so many words being said without a thought. And please note—I am not someone that takes life itself seriously.
There were so many words said about my weight, my hair, my poverty make-up skills as well as my relationship (this one goes a long way…). And so many I have heard about other people’s. I feel very fragile. When you are in a place where the mouths have no filters (4+ women talking around a table), you —too— can talk about the person next to you without even them noticing. You only do this because they hurt you. That’s innocent, right?

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