Women are inexplicably the
most emotional creatures in the world. I am not even completely sure how that
works. Put us in a professional settings and we are bright, we’re smart and
we'll make decisions well worth our competence. Put us in a personal setting and
be rest assured all our rationality is going down the shitters. I don't make
emotional decisions. I'm not the girl that puts her sleep in jeopardy because
that boy I like is still awake, not going to happen. Until it does. That moment
when you let your guard down and you make that change. You give another person
the kind of importance you didn't even know you had it in you to give. You make
decisions. Admittedly dumbass decisions where you accommodate and prioritize
them in your life because you think they're important. And then they don't.
Importance for me has always been linked to actions, not words. As a very wise
friend says, talk is cheap.
Note: These opinions are
mine and mine alone based on observation of me and a few friends. No offense
meant.
