Imagine this. You're stunning. You've got the job, the physique, and the charm. Whenever you make an entrance, you're like a dazzling light in a room full of shadows. So why the hell are you single (insert perplexed emoji)?
Well, allow me to spill the secret. It's the discord between who you are and your self-esteem. You've got this little thing called a mis-match.
Because of this mis-match, you're stuck in a maze of self-confusion. You're wearing a mask, fibbing to yourself about your identity. And honey, if you're lying to yourself, you're inevitably lying to him too.
Sure, you're desired. You're aware that you're a knockout, brainy and seductive. But the moment you step outside, all these certainties fade.
To paint a picture, let's say you're looking for fellow basketball enthusiasts. But instead of hitting the courts, you march straight into a soccer field. Crazy, right? But guess what? You're doing exactly that.
Most of us spend our time where we feel at home. There's a reason you're cozy in that spot. The desire to fit into a group drives you. It's intertwined with your self-esteem and confidence.
Now, let's spin this differently. Picture yourself as a hotshot doctor, a maestro in your field like Dr. Strange. Your Lamborghini's sleek, your home's nestled in a secluded forest sprawl. Post-work, where would you hang out? A swanky, elite lounge, right? Not downing cheap beers in a college town.
You won't be there because you don't vibe with the common folk. You don't belong.
Now, I hear your thoughts whirring. Let's clear the fog.
If you're hunting for basketball players in a soccer field, you might just be the worst soccer player out there. And that's okay. You're interested in basketball, not soccer. But here's the catch. The soccer enthusiasts might assume you're ace at basketball, making you the best basketball player in a soccer field.
But when it's time for some basketball action, they're all about soccer. So, you either join the soccer team or play solo until you find a basketball crew. But if you find that crew, you'll have to confront your shortcomings and improve to stay in the game.
Making sense of this whirlwind can be tricky. But let's untangle the mess. There's a little voice inside your head, a voice only you can hear. When you learn to hang with this voice, you'll find your groove.
Replace the basketball court with anything you love to do. The quest for love becomes simpler when you know where to look. Enjoy a drink or two at the bar, an art exhibition, or a movie with that voice. That's how you own yourself.
Be the Dr. Strange of your life. Hang where the elite of the elite - people like you - chill. You're likely to meet your match there. Find your happy place and spend your time there. If it's a movie theater, go watch a movie. If it's an art museum, head there.
Remember, the universe conspires to give you what you love.
Is it just me, or does the term "selfish" carry a ridiculously bad rap? I'm here to tell you that being selfish isn't a crime. In fact, it can be a saving grace, especially when it comes to dating and relationships. Ladies, it's time to be the star of your own show!
Imagine this. You're on a plane, and the oxygen masks drop down. What's the first thing you do? Secure your mask, then assist others. You see, you can't help anyone else if you're gasping for air. The same principle applies in love: you can't truly love someone else if you don't first love yourself.
Here's a hard pill to swallow: you're single because you're not in love with yourself. Yes, I said it. Too often, we're chasing the idea of love, ignoring the essential fact that love must begin within.
When you don't love yourself, you're prone to settling, accepting less than you deserve. Self-love means setting boundaries, recognizing your worth, and not allowing anyone to devalue you.
You're not a bargain buy; you're a luxury. When you love yourself, you're not a last-minute, quick pick. You're the primary reason someone walks into the store.
Isn't it time you stopped letting societal pressures dictate your happiness? If you love staying home, do it. Love to travel? Pack your bags! The key is to understand what brings you joy, then fearlessly pursue it.
Loving yourself and prioritizing your happiness reduces your dependence on external validation. It reduces the anxiety of needing someone else to fill your life's gaps. It puts you in control.
In conclusion, be SELFISH, ladies. Put your happiness first. Learn to love yourself so deeply that when someone treats you less than you deserve, you recognize it. And then, unapologetically walk away.
After all, self-love isn't just about dating; it's about living a fulfilling life!
Firstly, let's get real here. Single? Partnered? It doesn't matter which side of the relationship spectrum you're on. Look around you. Anyone lurking who's occupying too much of your time without being 'the one'?
We all have these characters in our life, and they always dodge that one crucial question, "Why are you in my life?" They stutter, they stammer, not because they're clueless, but rather, they're terrified of admitting their true feelings. But hey, no bullschit responses allowed here. Let's get brutally honest and figure out their purpose in your life.
If you're flying solo, there's no need to despair. Dream up your perfect partner and set the stage. Into art? Make the galleries your second home. More of an outdoorsy type? Hit those hiking trails. Don't let bad past experiences color your present. Just because you picked up a guy at a bar and he turned out to be a drink-loving disaster doesn't mean every bar guy is a ticking beer bomb.
Gentlemen, it's time to embrace that fear. That's your ticket to success. You see a gorgeous lady, your eyes linger, and voila, you're caught. But don't let that frighten you. Own it! If you're brazen enough to admire her, be brave enough to admit it. Got caught in a Zack Morris time-freeze? Well, that's her fault for being so breathtakingly beautiful.
Let's delve into a little tale from my own life, introducing four friends: Marc, Shelby, Eleanor, and Jacob. Marc and Shelby are dating, as are Eleanor and Jacob. But while Eleanor and Jacob are floating on cloud nine, Marc's turning into a verbal Godzilla, hurling abusive words at Shelby.
This is where the plot thickens. Unbeknownst to Shelby, Marc's pouring out his heart to Eleanor, painting a dreary picture of his relationship. What's worse, he's slowly trying to sell Eleanor a dream. He's weaving a web, setting her up for the snake's strike. And poor Jacob, oblivious to Marc's intentions, encourages this communication.
Beware, ladies and gentlemen, of such serpents in your life. They strike when you least expect it, paralyzing you with their potent venom, sowing seeds of doubt and confusion in your relationships.