Unapologetically Weird With Tobare!

I have never been in love before. Well, how can I , this is a girl who thought Celine Dion’s “Because you love me” was a gospel song. Yet I cried to Toni’s “Unbreak my heart” and Brandy’s “Have you ever”,  all around the age of eight . My favourite genre is R n b Soul, which really is all about love. From heartbreaks, flings, to the ride of love. A journey the lyrics claimed were so painful, yet so necessary. There is something so raw about the emotion; love. The fact that it can move people to tears, make one giddy or even make you break windows, slash tires and kidnap your lover. I have observed all of these , but I have never understood it. Why are people willing to give up so much just for one person? I mean isn’t that why Christ died for us. Why does love always seem to be attached to sacrificing of some sort? Your body, your career, your dreams , your goals and sometimes even your life. Still beautiful. Needless to say, while it was difficult to understand, it was quite beautif

Why do men always feel so entitled? Entitled to your time, your number, your personal space or belongings, worst of all even entitlement to you! I wonder about the results when the tides were shifted a little. Will men feel comfortable if I just randomly call them "babe"? Especially if I wasn't what they'll consider attractive aka their "spec". Will they be okay if I give them a lift, and then hold them hostage just to get their number? Don't get me wrong, there's the chase of course when you find someone attractive. Women still like the chase but it has to be clear. She should have given you some inkling that she may consider you worthy of her time. No one likes a lacklustre lukewarm person who acts like they're interested in you but does the barest minimum.  Anyway here's a little Storytime  In my heydays in the university, I was a little bit popular in my first and second years. My first year, perhaps because I didn't care about anyone

  “Nothing good last forever”, but so does suffering! It’s the calm before the storm, it's too good to be true, surely something bad would happen soon… Why do we pray so hard for suffering to end but then crave it when we become happy? I’ve been happy these days and it feels great! However, it almost feels wrong to say it. People are dropping dead every day, there are wars and disasters all over the place. It feels like I’m being inconsiderate of the sufferings of the world for choosing to be happy. Apart, from the world, it almost feels wrong because I am not used to this. I have had bouts of happiness before, but this is truly the first time in my adult life when I can actually remain in a state of happiness. I am happy I am happy not just because of others, or general Goodnews. I am happy just as myself. I laugh at myself and my errors no longer in scrutiny or mockery. My laughter has become unbridled, unassuming, and unafraid of the opinions of others. I can actually