Sulky or Wise?

If life starts feeling like a muddy undefined blob of liquid, directionless, blind and stupid, stop sulking immediately. I don’t know how but just stop. Turn off the sulk switch. Sulky brooding, more often than not, takes you nowhere near a good solution. It will instead pull you away from a solution. So STOP!!! We have only one life we are living at a time, there are physi-logically no two parallel worlds. So let’s be real. You are where you are. And I have come to believe it is more so at a mental level.

So whenever shit happens, remember that you have just this one life only to accommodate that. There is little option otherwise. Not all of us can remember our past lives. I do not even know if it is a good thing. So here we are, exactly where we are. Close your eyes. Take a deep breathe. You and your life is only about as useless as you make it. So should you choose to make it purposeful, so it will be. And this choice and action begins at this instant.

I have been sulking about the type of men I get attracted to and who never get attracted back to me in a way that works well with me. Result : 28 and single. I have been confused about what goes inside men’s head. Are men scums or just biologically insanely sex driven? But while it makes a perfect topic for endless stories and gossip, fact is that I started feeling low once I started thinking about it. And with that, I pushed away an entire hour if not more, that I could have otherwise used to give my butts their much needed exercise. So who exactly is screwing up my life for me? Men or myself? You take your pick. You can sulk over either of the options. But it’s ultimately the fact that most of the time we do not get over our sulking (irrespective of source) that we end up messing our lives both in our head and physically.

So to conclude, while shit might/might not be getting cleaned up as I write this or as I brood over sad things, I might just do myself a favour while I am still alive and CHOOSE the more productive deal for myself. Tonight I will do that. Its 9 pm, but I am so hitting my booty with some exercise. CHEERS girls. Let’s try reducing our tendency to worry and care so much. May be it is time girls became boys in their heads, what say?