entitled.

hello readers.

i have come to the consensus that we have entitlement issues.

i say that in the most literal yet metaphorical way.

yes there is the teenage boys who feel entitled to you phone number.

the men who become abusive in their demand of knowing your everyday conversations and encounters.

there are girls who become jealous all too quickly and women who believe their gender is a card they can pull in any and all situations.

i think this stems from what we know to be true.

we feel entitled to respect.

love.

loyalty.

those are all good things. setting high standards is always a good thing, and please never settle.

where we go wrong is when we start to feel entitled to a person who doesn’t exist or an expectation that is unrealistic. we create scenarios in our head with scripts of what we think people should say to us. how they should treat us. how they should show us they love us. and when they don’t follow script, it’s wrong.

we aren’t perfect people so why do we expect others to be exactly what we cut them out to be?

i have come to believe that entitlement stems from insecurity.

there are parts of us that doubt. everything. when people tell you they love you, some will doubt it. when they say you’re beautiful, some think it’s a lie. when we begin to believe in our own worth we shoot ourselves down again.

because we’re scared that if we don’t hold on tight enough we might lose someone in the process.

well maybe if you need to hold on so tight it’s not worth it.

is it?

claire.

a thought for your thursday

hello readers.

i don’t know about you, but when i find myself in a difficult or sad situation, i find it less than comforting when someone says “well at least you know everything happens for a reason”. the thought of that phrase tends to frustrate me. what about you?

why is that? it is said that things will always work themselves out, but convincing myself that a certain event took place for a certain reason sends me spinning on a marathon of “well if that hadn’t happened, where would i be now?”s almost all the way back to my first years of life.

so my question for you is: does everything really happen for a reason?

or do we just live in a really messed up world where messed up things happen and us, as messed up people, are just grasping for an explanation to hold onto as to why we must endure pain. maybe we are just lost and searching for anything we can that may possibly make sense to us.

because the truth is, none of this makes sense. people being sad all the time doesn’t make sense, kids without friends don’t make sense, losing loved ones doesn’t make sense, being hurt doesn’t make sense.

but does it all happen for a reason?

think about it.

claire.