No Personal-ity

I spent the last week watching 1950s and 1960s romantic movies. Every second of each movie swept me away. The love was so authentic, so pure, so personal. There was a lot of interaction between two people, even though it was harder to communicate than today. Nowadays, there is still interaction but only behind the screen.

Whenever I go on a date, the first thing they ask me is about my presence online. Do you have Whatsapp? Are you on Facebook? Can you add me? Do you have an Instagram? I’d like to check you out!

But why? What will my Facebook profile give you? Will it answer your questions about who I really am? Or do you just care about outer beauty, that inner beauty no longer matters to you? Are people today this shallow and that addicted to tech? That they’d rather spend days and nights texting and stalking behind a screen than actually being with someone in person.

I want to go back to the old days when dating had more meaning, more value, more anticipation, and suspense. You want to know me better, let’s meet and we’ll talk. Let’s flirt, in person. Let’s dance in the streets at night and be silly, in person. Let’s laugh and cry, in person. Show me some personality, in person!

My Facebook profile won’t tell or show you anything!

I don’t know if such people still exist. Do they?


Go Make Your Bed!

I am the laziest at this; especially when my mom keeps nagging at me to do it.

It is the easiest chore ever but I just hate it and I hate it even more when someone keeps yelling at me to do it! What’s the point? I am going to sleep on my bed again so what’s the point in fixing it??

Up to date, I couldn’t find a convincing reply to my question and till now I don’t make my bed and every day I get lectured about it. When I ask, why should I? My mom replies by saying “It looks presentable”. Hahahaha!!

I still don’t understand what that means; the only people who enter my room are either my friends (who are just like me!) or my parents. So why should it matter if it is ‘presentable’ or not?

I hate mess but not making my bed is not a mess; it is logical! And it doesn’t say anything bad about my personality, if that’s another reason that’s supposed to persuade me.

So stop yelling over my head and lecturing me about making my bed, ‘cuz up till now you’re not convincing and once you are, I promise I’ll do it on my own!