I don’t concern myself with ideas of wanting to be loved as much as I do the thought that I might never be loved

Keywords: essay , friendship , love , self

One of my favourite parts of my day is cooking dinner just for myself. The other day, as I was walking to my local shop, and I had to position my umbrella in a certain way so that the couple walking towards me, who were sharing an umbrella, didn’t crash into me. I remember thinking that it would make a really good scene in a Fleabag-esque show, where the protagonist is single and unlucky in love and everyone else manages to get into relationships and make joint dinners and split the tasks. They are probably looking at a list they wrote together and saying, “you get the potatoes, I’ll get the butter.” Whereas, there I am, staring at sushi and debating if it’s going to be a sweet or savory bagel week. Then it hits me that this is my life, and that being single for my twenties isn’t just some hypothetical possibility, but is a real version of reality that I live in. It’s gone past the point of randomly sending my friends texts that say ‘will I ever be lovable?’ and has simply become my state of being. The self pitying is slowly evaporating and I’ll sternly tell myself ‘you are living it. This is it. It’s lovely and it’s also sometimes hard. By the way you’re going to crash into that couple coming towards you if you don’t move your umbrella’. Sometimes, I reminisce on the times where I’ve acted like a pretend girlfriend for a week maximum, and then I’ll make a joke to myself that it’s a bit like when people go on those intensive courses where you learn how to drive in seven days and then pass your test. I keep failing my test. Only metaphorically, obviously, I can’t drive because I always live in big cities with public transport and none of my shoes are sensible. Some couples make me believe that love is real, and acknowledge that it isn’t just a pretend feeling people curate so they can tick off ‘get married’ in their mental to-do list. Other times I’ll see a man in a peacoat and a scarf talk down to his partner and tell her that her friends are all too dramatic and hysterical. Then I consider myself one of the lucky ones. There you have it, another contradiction. Love is both real and not real, it’s a jackpot to know what you’re getting yourself into. I would rather be alone for the rest of my life than have a man in a sensible coat think he can patronise me in the street, and I mean that truly.

https://elliciaroxanne.wordpress.com/2021/11/12/contradictions

If there is one thing I want to do with my career (other than survive and be able to afford to live), it’s to love people

Keywords: personal , reflections , social , social justice , wellbeing

To be able to feel and show compassion to those who are marginalised in our society by whatever means and help those within my generation and beyond to see past outdated institutional beliefs. I want to one day be able to experience that warm feeling you get when you see communities coming together, and not when something disastrous happens, but in our everyday lives. The kind of feeling you feel when a little child hugs your legs because they are so full of love for everyone. We adults could learn so much from children if we give them more of a voice.

https://universitywithaimz.wordpress.com/2021/07/04/love-people

If you are confused or don’t have a clear answer to that question then this post is definitely for you!

Keywords: lifestyle , bblogger , beauty , beautyblogger , blog , blogger , blogging , inspiration , life , makeup , tips , tipsandtricks , writing

I was the type to follow the ‘crowd’. I didn’t dare to speak up and share my ideas, which inevitably led me to be someone else – someone who wasn’t me. It was only in my late teens that I started discovering myself and what I truly liked and didn’t like.

https://new-lune.com/2021/07/15/how-to-find-out-what-you-really-want-in-life

Do not let others scare you out of something that you love doing and that I know you are good at

Keywords: About Me , Teaching

I became a teacher because I love to share my joy and love of history with people. I also became a teacher because I want to help others, especially children. I want them to know that they are loved and they are valued. I may not be able to save and reach every child, but I will try my hardest.

https://socialandstudies.wordpress.com/2020/12/08/why-i-became-a-teacher