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He’s Just Not That Into You

OK,  so.. I’m not usually a movie critic, not even trying to push you “specially all the ladies out there”  to go grab it, wear your PJ’s, have 1.5 liter of chocolate ice cream,  and gather  all your single girlfriends on a Thursday night, watch this 1hr & 29 min American movie , eating & cursing all the men you have met throughout your entire life.. Hmm..

I’m just trying to set few things straight in my mind and hopefully in the minds of many confused girls like me, by illustrating some facts about relationships between men & women. I’ll try to discard the cultural differences and focus on the “Human” part in the whole thing called “Relationships”..

Of course, the old cliche about a girl dreaming of her prince charming coming  over his white horse, trying to rescue her and win her love, is something that most of us have realized that it does not exist not even in low budget movies. Not sure about Indian movies though! Anyways, still every single girl has the dream of finding her prince charming, who is so damn good looking, with great career, fancy car, touch screen mobile phone and stuffed bank account with NO mother or sisters.

All of us have experienced the feeling of being heart-broken; boy friend leaves for a younger, more beautiful girl, the husband fools around with his secretary, or the maid (eewww!); or the love of your life tells you that he can not marry you for loads of reasons and you discover 5 months later that he got married to your best friend. Ouch! So our only reaction is to turn to our closest friends, moms or sisters, cry our eyes out and try to find allll the excuses in the whole world to understand why and to make us feel better!

We have to admit that, as ladies, we constantly lie to each other when it comes to consoling our hearted broken girl friend..  “He dumped you? I’m sure he likes you a lot but he’s been intimidated by your high position or career that he couldn’t take it anymore!” that feels good “Oh, didn’t call you back? I’m sure that he wanted to, but maybe he lost your number, got a secret mission out of town, his grandma died, or maybe was eaten by a LION!” daaa! but it feels so good too! Or maybe you’ve heard those words from the guy who broke up with you “You are great! I am doing this because i care so much for you! I envy the guy who’s gonna be with you!!!” But it feels good too ha?! Give me a break!!

There are lots of signals out there, that we as women, can never understand or perceive!! It’s sooo clear, but we simply have something planted in our heads that prevents us from seeing the truth! It’s like we are all programmed to believe that if a guy acts like a total jerk that means he likes us.

I’ll play the role of Alex in the movie, the guy who somehow knows much about men and relationships, and try to give some advices to the stupid girl Gigi, who desperately try to find love, so here are some points that i took from here and there and from the movie itself:

• If the guy you like, keeps on mentioning the fact that he is never interested in marriage, or that he will never get married anytime soon; that means he is not that into you
• If a guy is treating you like he doesn’t give a shit, he genuinely doesn’t give a shit. No exceptions.
• If a guy doesn’t call you, he doesn’t want to call you. Period!
• A wise person once told me that if a guy wants to be with a girl, he will make it happen, no matter what.
• “An excuse is a polite rejection. Men are not afraid of “ruining the friendship.”
• “If you can find him, then he can find you. If he wants to find you, he will.”
• Don’t be flattered that he misses you.  He  should miss you.  You’re deeply missable.  However, he’s still the same person who just broke up with you.  Remember, the only reason he can miss you is because he’s choosing, every day, not to be with you.
• Don’t give him the chance to reject you again.
• Being lonely … being alone … for many people … sucks.  I get it, I get it, I get it.  But still I have to say that yes, my belief is that being with somebody who makes you feel shitty or doesn’t honor the person you are is worse.
• Life is hard enough as it is without choosing someone difficult to share it with. You deserve to be with someone who is nice to you all the time.
• A man who wants to make a relationship work will move mountains to keep the woman he loves.  If he’s not calling you to tell you he loves you and wants you back, it should only be because he’s showing up at your new residence to do it in person … if he’s not doing any of that, he may love you, he may miss you, but ultimately he’s just not that into you.  Stop taking his calls and let him know what it’s like to live without you.
• He will always be able to play the “friend” card on you. He only has to be responsible for the expectations of a friend, rather than the the far greater expectations of a boyfriend. He’s got the ultimate situation: a great friend with all the benefits of a girlfriend, whom he can see or not see whenever he wants to. He may be one of your closest friends, but I’m sorry to say … as a boyfriend, he’s just not that into you.

This movie is fun to watch; Jennifer Aniston, Ben Affleck, Scarelett Johansson and many more… except for the crappy Hollywood happy endings..  It makes you think, sigh, and smile at things that happened or happening to you..   Just open your eyes, read the signs, stop giving excuses, you are great, and you deserve to be with someone who is so much into you..

Mona Lisa

Framed in a wooden square.. I calmly sit here or somewhere..

An angel.. A divine?

Or a human with an enigmatic sign?

A beauty carved with care;

A soul left in despair.. .

Everyone wants to touch and feel; a treasure they can not steal..

Smiling, oh that i fear..

Crying loud,don’t get near..

I hear you but i’m hypnotized..

I see you, but i feel i’m blind..

Standing there in the wooden frame,

Please take me out, it’s you i blame..

Smiling sad, with hope i chase..

A dream i had, i will embrace..

For you have painted all the lines

Of the life i had, i see it shines..

Just walk away, i can’t  forgive

With a broken soul i shall never live..

The day before the day

Many thoughts trembling in my head; i came here planning to pour it all in ..I’ve been preventing myself lately from listening to my favorite singer “Dido” because i always knew that she has something for me.. Until today; i came across her latest album “Safe trip home”, and here i am.. i found her speaking my words.. please read and listen to the song  carefully..

To all of those who didn’t have the chance to say a proper goodbye.. To all of those who thought that life had stopped and didn’t know how to move on..

Speeches won’t be made today, clocks will carry on
flowers won’t be left in parks, work will still be done

People wont be dressed in black, babies will be born
no flags will fly, the sun will rise,
but we will know that you are gone

You who love to love and believed we can never give enough

It wakes me every single night, thinking through the day
did you stop at any time, have doubts at any stage
or were you calm or were you numb or happy just to get it done
i’ve lived my life without regret until today

And you who love to love and believed we can never give enough

I didn’t get to say goodbye the day before the day
was trying to get to work on time, thats why i turned away
and missed the most important thing you ever tried to say
I’ve lived my life without regret until today

And you who love to love and believed we can never give enough
and you who hoped that underneath we all felt the same
that was until the day before the day

Naked Tree..

Sipping slowly from my hot cup of coffee; looking at the empty street with curious eyes behind the curtains of my window.. The sky is grey, and i can feel the cold breeze kissing my cheeks.. I hold the cup tighter pretending to be warm..

Summer now has gone, taking with it all the happy memories of childish laughter, lovers promises, sacred whispers, and sunny dreams..  I stand in front of my window, thinking about life, how it can change just like the four seasons of the year.. Just like that tree in the corner of the street…

I’m so much like that tree.. Seasons come and go, and that tree is still there, strong enough to face the cruel wind of November; its stormy rain and its unexpected thunder… I can see its broken branches; its aging but still growing higher and wiser…  I still remember clearly the days when the smell of  its blossoms was spreading all over the place.. It wasn’t long time ago, but suddenly the green flowery leaves are now turning yellow and dry; that tree is a giant wooden body without a soul…

 

I sip a bit more from my cup and sigh… Another leaf falls off the tree, and another chapter of its life begins.. This naked tree is sewing a new green dress; and when the time comes, the sun will rise again..

Locked in a soap Bubble!

Running in endless circles; with trembling hands and shaking legs, i come closer to touch the wall where i see the reflection of my terrified eyes and white crystal face… bouncing my sight hoping to see someone i know.. someone to rescue me.. I’m screaming but I hear nothing; just my heart beats, and the sound of my restless breath…  I desperately try harder, but i can’t… I hit the glassy clear wall with the left strength in me.. but my hands get through to nowhere…

Suddenly my eyes are losing sight, and my soundless voice speak no words, my tear drops are frozen, and my pumping heart stops beating…  And for one moment, i stand still and surrender..  I’m locked in this bubble, and will always be..

Why do butterflies burn their wings?

Every night, when i come back from work, i park my car and unintentionally lift my gaze to the street light searching for some guidance for my cautious footsteps; another pair of butterflies flying towards the hot bulb, stupidly hitting its hot surface on and on .. It became a normal habit for me to count the number of burned moths, lying sadly on the ground.  What were they thinking of? Aiming directly to their deadly end.. Why are they always attracted to the light? Why does it have to look shiny and bright and then cruelly burn those lovely weak creatures?

It made me think; if it’s a butterfly, or a human heart; they’re both the same.. As we always tend to follow everything bright, everything that shines with hope.. We always stick to it, not knowing that at the end, it will burn us to death…

I sit on the couch, shutting my eyes, and bending my head to the back, realizing that by the end of the day, i’m nothing but a butterfly, full of life, full of colors, but yet can’t stop hitting the light and burning myself … to death..