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Advice
Dear Almost Love,
I was so young when I met you. Like the young where I didn’t know who I was and wasn’t sure about where I belonged… young. The young where being in love was such a magical fantasy, but I knew I wanted to experience the magic, at least for a little while. I thought I’d experienced it with you. Or at least felt like I was about to.
Disclaimer. I’m just going to be honest. This is all about me being honest about my feelings. This is my truth. I don’t want to know what you were really thinking during that time or what you were playing at because it doesn’t matter. What matters is me keeping that time in my life intact for memories sake. I know now, that it was all bullshit, but hey… it was a time in my life that taught me a great deal. So in my eyes it wasn’t bullshit, in fact it was the complete opposite. It was meaningful.
So you’re either one of two readers, reading this post.
You’re either someone who looooves self help books, despise self help books, or just don’t really care and want to stay connected with what I’m chatting about today. LOL, I’m kind of hoping for some of you babes, the third category is actually a thing.
Wait then. Did I say two readers? I guess there are actually three different types.
Personally, I’m neither a lover or extreme hater of self books — I’m mostly indifferent but at the surprising rate that self help books continue to be a thing and EVERYONE’S writing one I felt like speaking out.
Keep reading for 4 reasons why I personally think peeps should, ‘Stop Reading Self Help Books’:
What are you looking for in a man, in a partner?
Surprisingly, that’s a question my friends ask me often. I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve been single for a bit OR because they think I’m so great and know I deserve someone just as great. Hehehe.
I think it’s the latter LOL, or maybe a bit of both?
The more people have begun to ask me, the more I’ve started really thinking about my answer and what I’m really looking for. Yeah I’ve dated here and there, having my fair share of flings but nothing that would constitute being worthy of a mention.
After taking some time to think, I now know exactly what I’m looking for; someone to hold my hand.
In order to love someone else, you must first learn to love yourself.
I’m sure in someway, shape, or form we’ve all heard this statement time and time again. I mean, growing up, that’s all I ever heard. Childishly, I always figured it didn’t really mean anything because I knew I loved my mom; my dad; my family, but I wasn’t always so sure what it meant to love myself. As I entered into my teen years, life’s experiences got in the way and the negativity of my peers took center stage.
Kids were cruel, and at a young age (being oh so impressionable) I began to second guess who I was and the simple importance of me.