It's that time again - fever and that itch to write again - anything. Just something.
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I am quite irked btw. Why is that we find it so difficult to accept that we're not always, 100% right? Why does being wrong fluster us so much. I mean you can be an intelligent man but not know everything. You can be a well read, smart girl but not have all the answers. What's wrong with not knowing everything? Why have we burdened ourselves with such high expectations? We must excel at everything, know the answers to every goddamn question. And we get so flustered when we don't know the answers. It's OK. No one can and should know all the answers.
I think I find it far more sexy when a man, shrugs his shoulders and says coolly, that yes, he does not have all the answers. And listens.
There is something cool and sexy about knowing and being comfortable with this knowing that you could be wrong, that you don't know everything, that you're still learning. There's something incredibly charming when one smiles and says, fine, what's the correct answer. Something incredibly attractive when one can still maintain their cool when proved wrong and still be open to listening, and not clamor to prove themselves right.
But that's just me, I could be wrong.
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I am quite irked btw. Why is that we find it so difficult to accept that we're not always, 100% right? Why does being wrong fluster us so much. I mean you can be an intelligent man but not know everything. You can be a well read, smart girl but not have all the answers. What's wrong with not knowing everything? Why have we burdened ourselves with such high expectations? We must excel at everything, know the answers to every goddamn question. And we get so flustered when we don't know the answers. It's OK. No one can and should know all the answers.
I think I find it far more sexy when a man, shrugs his shoulders and says coolly, that yes, he does not have all the answers. And listens.
There is something cool and sexy about knowing and being comfortable with this knowing that you could be wrong, that you don't know everything, that you're still learning. There's something incredibly charming when one smiles and says, fine, what's the correct answer. Something incredibly attractive when one can still maintain their cool when proved wrong and still be open to listening, and not clamor to prove themselves right.
But that's just me, I could be wrong.