Does it make any sense?

We have come a long way since women were once all-submissive and always enclosed in the tiny space of their home and chained to the kitchens.

We are now educated, smart, well-read, exposed and very much independent in so many different ways in which we can all be proud of.

But still, one huge problem remains.

People are intimated by people who are independent and strong, especially women who are very much so.

People complain when women are too submissive and weak, and they still complain when they are independent and strong.

Yeah, so hard to please right?

Why is it so, that more often than not, others fail to realise that we are made to become independent because of society and strong because of circumstances. It's not because that we always wanted to be, but what we HAVE to be. That's a huge difference.

Nobody wants to be a bitch when they can be nice. Nobody would like to stress themselves out when they don't have to. Nobody would have to force themselves to be ever protective if it weren't for the threats.

Who would want to be that?

Another thing, when people are talented / well-groomed in various aspects, that makes that person different. So others fawn / envy / gets intimidated and shy away.

But a person is so much more than that.

If you take away the talent, the grooming and the glamour from a certain very talented person, does that make that someone worthless now?

Of course not.

So why make excuses that people can be too perfect, when in fact, they're just like everyone else.

I'm Impressed

With myself.

LOL

My speedometer broke down today, yet again, after like...2 days? And though it's not crucial, but it's just a nagging pain in the ass since I don't really know how fast I'm going and THAT seriously freaks me out. And having paid to replace the first one, it just didn't feel right if I don't go back to the shop and give the mechanics a piece of my mind and get it functional again.

But the whole day has been a complete madness, where I was literally stuck to my driver's seat half the day, and the other half, out and running about. And just when I thought where I'd be comfortably driving back home for a nice shower and some rest...TADAA...flat tyre.

How nice.

So in addition to getting the speedometer changed, guess what? I'd have to change my tyres as well! (Cue: This will be a really good time to bat eyelashes and ask for help)

Thank goodness that I've got decent people who willingly helped me without complaints (Mental note: To send Thank You gifts) and in no time, I was on my way to get my car fixed.

Though, if I was desperate, I would have been able to figure a way out to change it myself, and it will take much more of an effort, and it's not the end of the world.

I'll figure a way out.

I'll get it done.

I'll make sure I settle it myself.

That's how I've done things when I was out and living all the way halfway around the world. And because of that, I'm stronger, more matured, independent and appreciative than I was before.

And that's how I like myself.