Nike's and other love

It's usually the times when you are alone when you realize whether you're happy or not. However, that's how I feel it, anyways. Take this day, for instance. My best friend moved away from here a couple of weeks ago and now it's time that I spend some more days by my own again. They say that's what you need to be yourself, because then you are simply not influenced by the behaviour of others. So you have time to find out who you really are and what you want to bring into this world.

What happens to me sometimes during the self-finding days though, is that I find myself thinking about others rather than about myself. This is not what I am supposed to do, isn't it? I try to be productive, get things done, sort my life out during these days. Yeah, what I often end up doing is watching telly and eating crappy food, checking my phone every few minutes, being disappointed that apparently no one things of me. 

What you have to know about me, is that I seem to magically attrackt people that are not good for me. My last relationship to a British soldier was more disastrous than I ever thought it could be. Now, nearly a year after I finally found the power to leave this guy I used to love more than my own life, I eventually gathered all my courage and gave another bloke a chance. How could it turn out differently, this turned out to be utter shit again after just the tiniest bit of time. 

As you may have noticed, I seem to have a lot of problems in my life based on the male race. People say "love people, not things", but ages ago I started to surround myself with things I love, just the typical women-kinda-things: Clothes, bath stuff, shoes, shoes, shoes, CDs, ... the list is endless. And expensive, too. But as the days passed by and I made one hurtful experience after another, I decided that for me personally, it is better to love things, not people. In the end, they are not necessarily able to hurt me or disappoint me or even stress me out (apart from when I actually really need something and the post man doesn't bring it in time).

That and the reason that I started running my ass off just to get my mind free for an hour a day is why I treated myself to a new pair of bloody expensive but hot looking Nike's. Yes, I already do love them after less than a day of owning them and I stand by this. 

As a wise woman called Marilyn Monroe once said,

A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left.