Perseverance Amidst Shadows

Note: I was digging through some old files today and came across this piece of writing from August 2017. I have absolutely no idea what the context or inspiration was for it but I thought I’d share it.


Night falls as the buzzing monotony of the diurnal creatures, all entrenched in their routines, slowly starts fading away, replaced with the soft whispers of wind through the trees. Distant echoes of voices, vehicles, cries and barks fade into silence as the hours deepen and draw towards midnight. I gaze upon the stars and exhale, finding calm in this space.

The streets reach beyond sight into the dark of night, black and grey silhouettes of trees and shadows stand almost motionless under streetlights. Tonight I will try again, I decide. Not in faith or knowing, but in enduring hope, I will reach out once more and softly knock on a door that never opens. Perhaps the awareness of someone caring enough to knock will one day change your mind. If not, I can only hope the knowledge that someone is knocking at all will stir your heart as you remain unmoved. The wind is barely a whispered song sung by a shy child, just enough to softly blow against my face and remind me that in spite of appearances, there is still life in this night. As I walk, my mind fumbles through memories and thoughts I had in times past, ways in which I felt or tried to bring sense to the odd mysteries of how, why and why not. Each memory, each emotion we experience in life is a mere snapshot of a moment in time. It will never be exactly the same in any given freeze frame of our lives before or after that moment, there will always be variation. Life is a constant flux and as such, our emotions can surely be no different. Some emotions remain but the thoughts surrounding them change. The mind and heart constantly end up in haphazard attempts to dance together and become perfectly synchronized partners, yet one almost invariably ends up stepping on the toes of the other. They find themselves adamantly moving with entirely different rhythms even though the song, they would both insist, is one and the same. Just so, each explanation I had tried to give you, each expression of wanting to help or open up, was always sincere and truthful, yet the words changed shape each time because life alters everything, including perspective.

I stroll up the hill, pensive but resolute in mind, as the moon scatters dim light over the moss-enveloped surface of your lair. My eyes squint as I scan each inch from the edges, searching for the breaking point where the moss subsides, the lines which subtly reveal a doorway. I sigh and shake my head as I realize it must be quite an annoyance to you, knowing that there’s any indication of accessibility to this iron shelter. My fingers trace the lines of this, your self-created coffin, as I wonder how many more dusks it would take before you find some spark of will and courage to unlock it from the inside.

You entombed yourself from the elements of this world, after too many storms and lashings cut your very soul apart and broke your will to live in a shared domain with everything beyond yourself. Had you been able to, I believe you’d gladly have fled from your very own being as well. This world tears away at all of us. Sadly nobody got to you in time to repair those wounds and keep you fighting, keep you believing – no, knowing – that all things balance out, good and bad. You focused so hard on the experience and the memories of the pain that your gaze turned from the sun, you became blind to the healing.
How long would it be before your gather the courage to face the world at dusk, embrace the crisp air without fear of being seen and attacked? How long, still, before you come to no longer fear the rising of dawn and understand that it has no capacity to harm you? Dare I wish for the day that you stand in the summer sun, smiling as the light cascades over your features, the iridescence filling your heart with a warmth you’ve long since forgotten?

I exhale as I form a solemn fist and pound against the doorway, just once. A hollow echo fills the air. It has been the only reply I’ve received from you in years. I would not dare knock too many times. The sound of the outside world in this, your place of hiding, could well cause you to retract even further. I stare blankly at your catacomb, built entirely of pain and fear. The wind picks up slightly, as though exhaling a deep sigh, as curlicues of embers and ashes swirl above the blight-stricken ground surrounding you. Then, silence. Even the wind seems to give up in this moment. I lower my gaze and turn around. Not tonight, then. But maybe tomorrow.


A vote for privacy in a world of oversharing

This post is probably going to annoy some people. I’ll jump the gun here by saying I’m not pointing fingers or on some superiority rampage but I can’t help but look at what’s happening online, now that the Internet and its users have become more intertwined with each other, and see some possibly damaging ways we live out our digital lives.

We all know overshare is a big issue in this era. People can’t seem to figure out where to draw the line or even know that there is a line for the most part. One weekend you’re happily sharing pictures of your drunken night out and making cocky remarks about how superior you are to everyone. Next thing you know, your prospective new employer is going through your #yolo and #fuckthepolice posts and doing a side-by-side comparison between ‘CV you’ and ‘Facebook you’, while you sit there hoping the chair you’re cringing in sucks you through the floor and out the nearest exit. Somehow not even your ‘dress for success’ outfit that you are hoping to (or need to) return the next day saves the day in that moment.

So yeah, we’ve all learned – either through awkward personal experiences or by reading Buzzfeed articles – about how very wrong things can go if you’re not careful what you post online. The angle I’m coming from with this post is a bit more specific, sort of a puzzle piece of how to ensure you don’t end up with egg on your face thanks to your social updates. The big bad wolf I’m trying to tackle here is how you end up looking thanks to what you post or reveal about yourself. The impression you create and the description people who fall in that big, grey realm of associates and people who aren’t quite family or closest to you, would generally give of you.

See, people are funny in more ways than one. What is undeniable, and not really something anyone chooses consciously, is that we all generalize to a degree and have ideas of things and people based on what we see, even if that bit we see is very limited and skewed. Even the most open-minded person who doesn’t generally judge, only gets given so much to go on when they don’t really know you. With that in mind, should you really be fuelling your chances of being misinterpreted? Oh and hey, this is not a post about caring too much what people think. If anything, it’s aimed more towards people who are already trying to make their way through life in a successful manner and who maybe, possibly, want to run for office one day (heck, if Trump can do it, anyone has a chance).

What any good public persona or role model will tell you, is that a great part of garnering respect from others is by maintaining a consistent public image. Erratic behavior makes any perception of you murky, which basically translates to: people are going to compare the things you generally post and say online and then make a generalized assumption based on that. So if you’re angry as hell about love/men/women in one post, then madly in love, then drunk and loving it, then swearing off drinking forever, vegan one moment and wolfing down a steak the next, you’re going to be seen as someone who really doesn’t have a clue what they want in life. If anything, you’ll be marked that erratic one who can’t be depended on. This brings me to the crux of creating a muddled image of how stable you as a person are and how well thought out your life really is: putting dating and relationship updates online.

Take a look at people who are quick to update their Facebook, Instagram, SnapChat, Twitter etc. and shout it from the virtual rooftops whenever they start dating someone new. Suddenly all anyone connected to them sees is a flood of pictures with this new love interest and updates from them in their floaty, high state. It’s like they went from being a single entity with their own contribution to the world, to being absolutely nonexistent in the virtual realm, if you excluded updates about this new person. I’m not bashing people in love, not at all. It’s great to feel great. But with that feeling – as with any other – needs to come an understanding that no state of being or feeling ever lasts, directly coinciding with an ability to act in accordance with that knowledge. *climbs off the high-horse-shaped pedestal*

But, as life goes, a lot of relationships fail. It’s just one of those things. Problem is, when you’ve been making so much of a public announcement about it, it’s glaringly obvious when your relationship has withered to the point of nonexistence, even while you try to sweep it under a rug, delete all digital traces of it and keep unusually quiet for a while in the hopes that nobody asks potentially hurtful questions about your love life. It blows my mind and baffles me to no end that people carry on doing this, especially if they’ve gone through the whole process of several failed relationships in this digital era of everything being so out there. We face judgement for so many things, and by putting your most private connections and most meaningful moments (however short-lived they might end up being) out there, you face the very real risk of being judged or having unwanted and sometimes very direct interference from outsiders who should (in a less intrusive world) have no role to play in your personal life…it’s also something which has caused a lot of issues and ultimate failures in relationships lately. Of course, also not forgetting how all this ultimately ends up being a big influencing factor in your appearance as someone who is able (or unable) to hold down a serious, long-term relationship.

If you take nothing more from all of this, take this next piece of my opinion and just think about it a bit. I don’t think you should ever post updates that are too close to your personal life. Firstly, why would you need to make such an effort to expose your relationship (and actually many other things) to the world? Anyone secure in who they are and who they are with wouldn’t need to show it off or seek validation or even any other response by telling everyone. With the way life is, I really, honestly believe the only time you should put up a relationship status and photos online, is when you’re already married. In fact, make your wedding photos the first ones you put up and let that serve as a solid confirmation that what people see, is likely to be something, or rather someone, that they can expect to see and associate with you for a very long time.

I’d even go so far as to say don’t even announce your engagement online. The amount of times Facebook friends of mine announced an engagement, or even got to the point of being newlywed, then suddenly going very quiet and months later they start dropping hints about how lonely life is and mention things about life as a singleton…sigh. Life is meant to be lived, not captured and recorded to the point where you miss the here and now (and this is coming from an avid archivist). Privacy is a precious thing…it involves trust with a select few people and the rare ability to choose to be and do whatever you want, without need to conform to standards and expectations. If ever a relationship had to be associated with something, surely privacy would be it.

This could just be me. I mean I’m a solid fan of structure and having a clear understanding of things. So when people I know go through these wild phases of being in and out of love repeatedly, it makes me worry that nobody in this world actually has it together. And I really, truly, want to believe that we all are at least sort of in charge of things and  are following some Master Plan. More than that, the underlying thing that bugs me, is that it all starts to create a very sad outlook on the reality of dating life and relationships. Maybe this is how it’s always been, maybe I just want to retain a hint of denial when it comes to this part of life. That whole notion of ‘for as long as we both shall live’ is already battered and bruised, just look at how many people casually cheat on their partners. I really don’t need to know that, on top of life being damn hard and complicated, there is a very real, huge mountain of struggle ahead of each of us to find the basic fulfilment of a partner. After all, if all the lore of life and love is to be believed, a partner is the one thing that’s supposed to help you get through all the other bad things life throws at you. If it’s a mission finding that, you’re going to have to become one seriously tough person who, although independent as heck, will probably have far too many lonely days.

Oh also, bit of a thought I had the other day… Even the most together people who are otherwise calculated, laser focused and apparently mentally stable, can completely lose their head when it comes to love. For those people, the ones who would really like to know when they’re being nuts at any stage in time, I have a suggested litmus test: Take the person you are dating or want to be in a relationship with, and imagine you get to meet the one person you admire and look up to more than anyone in the world. Now imagine meeting them and ask yourself if you’d be happy, excited and proud to introduce the person you’re with to them. If you’re flinching right now, I have bad news for you. None of us are perfect, granted, but your partner is a very powerful extension of who and what you are and stand for. Even the smartest, most successful person in the world can very rapidly lose respect or credibility if the person they choose to be with isn’t entirely on par with them and their standards. I’ll just leave you with that…


Our kind were never meant to stay forever. It is our task in life to pick others up, pull them from dark places back to solid ground and safety. But if we stay too long, the storms in their lives … Continue reading

The Man Without A Purpose

I’ve spent my years fascinated and captivated by purpose and how it drives people to achieve incredible things while feeling truly fulfilled in life. Several years ago I had a very vivid dream that I recall to this day. I thought I’d relay it…

I dreamt about a man, short and middle-aged, balding. Think Danny DeVito without the accent or comedic charm. By all accounts he was fairly dull and unexceptional. He had a pretty ordinary job where he never really climbed the ranks or made any impact, lived in an ordinary apartment and barely raised an eyebrow wherever he went. Overlooked and never truly considered someone exceptional, he bore a deep, intense frustration within him. He’d spent all of five decades and then some on this planet, day after day, hoping and desperately seeking a reason to exist, a purpose for being here. From his youngest days he just wanted to know why he was here, what he was meant to do to avoid living a life devoid of purpose and meaning. Yet he never discovered some remarkable talent that he could pour himself into and proudly proclaim his association with, something that resonated within him and made him feel that this would fulfill him. He found himself with more questions than answers and so he spent his days, always questioning, never finding an answer that brought the mulling questions to an end.

One thing made him different, although this one thing went either entirely unnoticed or felt like simply an annoying habit, it seemed. We all know very young children incessantly ask “Why?” as they discover and seek to understand the world around them. With this man, that urge to ask why was unyielding and never faded as he grew older. As a child, he’d ask his teachers why a mathematical problem had to be solved in just the way they specified…why not another way? He’d trouble the shopkeeper about why he arranged his goods in same banausic way he always did. As he grew older he almost unfailingly felt the urge to listen to people or watch them in their day to day lives and ask them why they did things the way they did. Never able to offer a suggestion or alternative, never seeming to contribute to a conversation or offer anything to better a situation. All he could do was ask why, without ever knowing why he was so compelled to do so.

He went through his days in this unexceptional fashion, until one fateful morning when he collapsed on a pavement while on the way to work. He lay there, sprawled out on the tarmac, clutching his chest and desperately gasping for air as pedestrians and cars carried on moving around him, oblivious to his panic as his world closed in on him and his vision faded. He reopened his eyes and found himself in a hall, cast entirely in white and almost luminous. He felt a presence behind him, turned around and in that very moment, feeling the power of the presence with him, he realized he had died. He cried out, a huge sense of loss and defeat overwhelming him. Year upon year was spent trying so hard to find a purpose so that he could live a life of significance, and now that chance was gone and here he was, with nothing to show for it.

“Why are you so sad?”, he was asked.
“I failed. I…tried so hard…I tried everything to just find out why I was even alive, to be of use to someone, anyone. And now I’m here. I’m so sorry. I failed.”
Instead of the judgment he was sure he’d feel in full force, he felt a warmth, and then, a smile. Almost as though this incredible presence was shaking His head, as one would to a child who sheepishly admitted to having done something wrong.
“Failed? No. You did everything exactly as you were supposed to. You fulfilled your purpose.”
The man was stunned.
“What…how? I spent my whole life doing nothing exceptional, being nobody exceptional. How could I possibly have done what I was meant to?”
In that moment he was shown glimpses of his life, from his earliest years all the way through to his last days.
“Do you remember that teacher you asked about the math problem and why it couldn’t be solved another way?”
“Yes…He shot me down and told me to do things the way I’m told and not ask questions.”
“Well, that man remembered you for years after you stood up and asked him that question. Thanks to you, he began to ask himself that same question, and he realized there is no good reason why it can’t or shouldn’t be done another way. It led him to wondering why he didn’t challenge himself in other aspects of his life as well. Finally he left his teaching career and became a well-respected and very passionate man who wrote several papers and taught many others to look beyond convention.”
The man was stunned. He only ever thought of that moment as another point in his life where he was rejected for questioning something.
“How about the shopkeeper you visited each afternoon? Remember how you asked him why he always arranged his goods in just that same way? He realized he’d become so set in his ways that everything stagnated in his life, not just his store’s sales. What you said sunk in, he took all of that to heart and decided to try things in a different way. Thanks to you his life changed as well.”
The man shook his head, stunned. He was shown many more moments from his life, each time with that same distinct, recurrence of him asking why and how it changed some part of the lives of those he spoke to.

“Remember this? That one night at that party where you felt like such an outcast? Remember standing there, listening to this scientist talking, telling everyone how he’s struggling to find a solution for the research he’d invested years and countless hours working on? How he felt he was so very close to finding the answer but somehow it kept eluding him?”
The man nodded slowly.
“Do you remember what you said to him?”
The man recalled that night. Everyone was nodding quietly as this highly educated scientist was explaining his life’s work, not really knowing what to say. Then he, in a moment of inexplicable compulsion, blurted out the only words he ever managed to find. Again, relative what the scientist had said, his response was along the lines of, ‘But why are you doing it like this? Why does it have to be done this way?’ He felt like a complete idiot as total silence descended upon the circle of people, moments after the words left his mouth. Fumbling with his hands in and out of his jacket pockets, he hung his head and escaped the crowd, and went back to his apartment. He spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling, beating himself up about being such a failure.
“You never knew this, but your words were exactly what that man needed to hear. He went home that night and couldn’t get what you said out of his head. Those simple two questions you asked him gave him a renewed perspective on his problem and things fell into place that he never thought of before. He got back to work on his project and with time, discovered the solution to what he’d been working on for years. I’ll let you in on a secret. Some time after your life was over on earth, the research he was doing contributed to helping to cure cancer.”

By this stage the man felt completely overwhelmed.
“But I’m nobody. I…only ever asked questions.”, he replied, stuttering.

“Your purpose was to ask the questions that would change the way people thought about problems in their lives. Everyone has a purpose. It’s just that not everyone can know what that purpose is.
Do you know that if I ever told you what your purpose was in your life, you’d have tried to change everything? You would have tried so hard to find the right questions to ask at the right time, to the right people, that you would have entirely missed asking the right people at the right time.”

The man stood there, absolutely speechless.

“Purpose isn’t something you seek and have to find. It’s something you always have. Sometimes people fulfill their purpose just by living and expressing themselves sincerely. Not everyone has a purpose that is immediately visible to others or one that makes them known or loved on earth, but sometimes the most powerful purpose comes in the whispers of voices people can’t forget. Or, in your case, the questions.”

Three Epiphanies While In A Technological Desert

With my PC having given its final buzzes months ago and my laptop suddenly deciding to flip me the bird – or whatever tech does when it fails on you – yesterday, I’m left with all too much idle time to think. Also, very frustratingly, I’m left writing this blog on my phone, so if you encounter stupid spelling or grammatical errors, please go complain to whoever is in charge at autocorrect for Android.

Three things came to mind over the past 24 hours since I’ve entered my involuntary disconnect from technology and therefore, work. Well, four, if you count the frustrated and ceaseless internal dialogue that revolves around getting out of tech for work because being this dependent on anything that can just suddenly give up and leave you stranded is really not practical or sensible, getting out of the city and going back to basics by living on a rural plot of land and having pets for company. But that’s just my incessant conviction that I’m in the wrong place doing the wrong thing poking me with the ol’ stick while singing some form of mocking recital in an annoying tone. Apparently getting older involves a nagging urge to get back to your roots… In my case, it’s more vineyards than roots. (That wasn’t a thinly veiled hint that I drink a lot of wine, it just means I hail from a wine producing area…now pay attention to what I’m saying and ignore the glass of wine in my hand)

The first epiphany of this phase is one I had a while back, which originally surfaced somewhere between when I was driving and working, or working and being on the phone, or some random combination of actions which left the epiphany mostly feeling like the last kid picked for a team in PT dodge ball. Basically, I had the thought and then filed it under ‘Yes, that’s nice… Now go play, mommy’s busy.’

I digress.
The first epiphany was about trust and how, one way or another, you’re forced to have it. You can deem yourself the least trusting person you know, but still, you simply have to place trust outside yourself every single day. A lot of us do it without thinking because it’s just part of the daily routine. Every time you go to bed, you trust that the mattress you bought will actually give you a decent night’s rest and that your alarm clock or phone will do as you commanded and wake you up in the morning. You trust that your kettle will boil the water you need for the coffee that will essentially be the differentiating factor between you borderline tolerating everyone else you see for the first few hours of the day, or being the next samurai sword killer in your work environment (even if it’s just you, mentally fantasizing about it). It gets bigger than that though. (I say, trying to repress any urge to give myself the “Yeah it does!” comeback, mentally high-fiving myself). You have to place your trust in other people, on a daily basis. Even if you feel you’ve been royally screwed over by people and you just can’t trust anyone. Every time you get in your car and drive, you have to trust that every other driver on the road around you, is alert, sober and competent, although in reality you really can’t ever know for sure. You have to trust that your car will keep running smoothly like it’s supposed to. When you’re sick, you have to trust that your doctor is paying attention when you see him and doesn’t just give you a rushed diagnosis and prescription because his mind is elsewhere or he’s having a crappy day. You have to trust that your insurance company will pay out if something goes wrong and that you’ll get your pay check at the end of the month. We place so much automatic trust in all these systems we’ve become accustomed to that when they fail us, we feel extremely violated and mistreated. Yet at the end of every interaction or institution is another person, going through just as much chaos as you are, maybe even more.

So when trust boils down to the few things we have some control over, like with friends, family and relationships, we really bite down hard with insisting that these people must be fully deserving of our trust. Trust in a system we are immersed in doesn’t take too much thought, but trust on a personal level makes people extra cautious and hesitant. We get so caught up in job titles and appearances that we somehow forget that the deepest driving force, that can propel or completely derail us, is emotion. But just as things sometimes stop working, break down, memos are lost and miscommunication happens in other aspects of life, sometimes trust stumbles between people, often very accidentally. We can say “Ah, it’s life, these things happen” when our car breaks down or flights are delayed, but it’s so much harder to have that attitude when it involves trust in someone close. The connection and investment is obviously deeper, but the margin for human error is no less possible. So why do we forget that so easily?


The second epiphany was that we will never fully know the truth about life or those around us. There will always be unanswered questions and small details – or even big secrets – we just won’t ever know about. In logical terms: you can only work with what you know and what you have available to you. Anyone who is so obsessed with knowing absolutely everything to the last detail, will drive themselves insane and be very miserable long before that happens. Unless you grew up with your partner and had one of those “we spent every moment since childhood together and never separated” situations, you’ll have to face that you won’t really know absolutely everything about them. Even if they told you, you can only piece together their tales in a way that you understand, with your own interpretation, which may well be very far off form how they experienced it at the time. It’s been said many times, but all you really have is the present. Accept, reject or judge them based on what you see before you now, not what they did or were before. Their presence in your life should be clear indication enough if they are right for you and make you feel that this friendship or relationship is right. And if you accept them, understand that you are accepting their past as well and that you can’t pass judgment based on a time you weren’t with them, because each interaction is completely unique in circumstance, mindset and emotion. Causality may have brought out the worse or the better in them before, just as causality will affect how your relationship is with them and vice versa.

The third and final epiphany is about puzzle pieces and the intricacy of the human condition. We are each so completely unique in our genetic makeup, our upbringing and life experience, that the notion of ever generalizing anyone is utterly insane. Sure, there are archetypes in this world and to some degree you can classify and put a tag on people, but when you dig deeper you see the vast, individual aspects and you understand they are still completely unique. Treating anyone a certain way because of their surface characteristics like race, gender or appearance, means you are trying to give a headshot to a deer… In fishing season, while on a boat the Atlantic Ocean. Point is you miss everything in the end. Considering how many pieces of puzzle we each have and consist of and seek in others, it’s amazing that anyone finds someone agreeable enough to spend a lifetime with. But that’s where the good old toolbox gets whipped out and a little something called compromise steps up to fill the cracks between pieces that don’t fit so well and to align the pieces in a way that makes the final picture into something that actually works. Without the ability to understand that even if there was  a “the one” for each of us, some sanding down edges and replanning a few parts will need to happen. Nobody is a master key that fits in anywhere, nobody had a bunch of universal pieces that just click into place perfectly with  anyone else’s. The true test of building a co-joined puzzle is in the dedication to finding a solution and focusing on mutual progression, instead of a tug of war for territory.

So there go you. A little glimpse into my mind of late. If this made no sense, please feel free to mail me and I’ll send you a seriously sincere letter of apology, wherein I also state the disclaimer below:

Nothing is always applicable to everyone. So if this meant nothing to you, you either don’t have any need to think about it at this stage, or you already know all this (in which case, good on you)

The Dark Heart: Understanding Abuse in Relationships

All too often we hear about a woman who was violently attacked by her partner, or one who continues to stay with him even through extreme abuse of all kinds – physical, verbal, emotional, sexual, psychological. Without fail the first reaction from people who find out about is always, “Why does she stay with him? Why not just leave?”

Abuse isn’t something that happens suddenly, and it’s not isolated to any particular class or race of people. I used to think abuse stems almost solely from the low-class, uneducated types whose lifestyles are generally questionable, yet now I understand that anyone, from ordinary people to those in the upper echelons of society, can fall victim to or be the cause of abuse. Ignorance is the enemy, don’t be fooled by what appears to be a normal person on the surface when your gut tells you something is wrong.

The other day I read the following: “Everyone always asks why a woman stays with an abusive partner, placing blame on her. Why doesn’t anyone ask why he’s doing what he does? Why are there never questions about what is wrong in him to commit such an act?”

This blog isn’t isolated to male on female abuse situations. It’s to inform anyone who doesn’t understand it, why it’s more complicated than just walking away, to help them see how intrinsically manipulative and psychologically destructive these types of relationships are. I also write it in the hopes of helping some who are going through it at the moment, or who have left such a relationship and are are still trying to process it all, to get some clarity. Abuse happens everywhere, in so many forms. I’m going to focus specifically on abuse in relationships, be in heterosexual or homosexual, because the behaviour traits don’t change based on gender, age or sexual preference.

My personal experience with this left me both strongly compelled to write this blog post, yet also had me extremely reluctant. A year ago I was still in a state of concern and slight anxiety over putting anything out there that might help my ex track me down and show up at my doorstep. After speaking to a few friends and also sharing opinions on the subject on Facebook recently, I realized I should just go for it and write this blog.

My brief summary of experience about this happened between 2011 and the end of 2013. I came out of a long-term relationship and ended up in two successive, extremely dangerous and harmful periods with two men. The alarming shared common behavioural traits between the two only became obvious to me later on. One had an extreme temper and trust problem and the other, it later turned out, was bipolar and had been psych evaluated and found to be a sociopath and danger to society.

I walked away from that phase with a few broken bones and I lost of almost all my possessions, but became a whole lot wiser about how easily things could spiral out of control, and how to help those who go through the same thing. I was lucky in a sense, my natural reaction to back off when someone’s aggravated saved me from additional harm a few times and overall I’m stronger and a lot more aware today. Here are the main things I’ve learned to look out for in a dangerous, abusive partner. Not all of them may apply all of the time, but if any of this sounds familiar, it’s reason for concern:

Kind, Compassionate People Are Targets

Kindness is considered an absolute weakness by abusers. They see it as an easy way ‘in’, to get under your skin and exploit you. One day my ex gave me some insight into how he sees the world, and told me most people are so easy to manipulate and control, to bend to his will. He was convinced that people want to be controlled and told what to do, because they’re too stupid and weak to know what’s good for them. In his mind, the entire world of people is divided into malleable pawns or absolute enemies. If you can’t be manipulated and won’t give them what they want, they’ll hate you straight off the bat and avoid you entirely. If you’re naturally someone who is sympathetic, kind, caring and giving, you’re basically chum dangling above shark infested waters. They seek out people who won’t fight back, people who won’t argue with them or stand up for themselves to the extent where they’re quick to fight or argue when they disagree. They look for peace makers, people who are willing to compromise and like to please and help others. It makes it so much easier to toy with people like this throughout the process.

They’ll be extremely kind and generous at first.

What hooks potential partners so often is how well the abuser treats them in the beginning. You’ll be showered with affection and compliments and made to feel like a million bucks. You’ll think you are so lucky to have someone in your life who wants to share their time with you and go out of their way to make you happy. Initially, you’ll feel there’s nothing wrong as you get swept up by their generosity and focused attention. While some people might test the waters and ease their way into getting to know you, abusers (this may vary, but I found it consistent in what I’ve experienced) tend to go all in and push hard to win you over.

They’re persistent. And often pushy.

If you don’t fall head over heels for them immediately, they’ll wait it out but constantly stay in touch, as they try to figure out what it will take to let you lower your guard a bit. In time they’ll try to find a weak spot in your armor to break through. They’ll do this by assessing you from a distance and soon they’ll have figured out what you want or need to hear to let your guard down. I’ve found they weave their way into your daily life, waiting for a moment or day where you are more receptive, like when you’ve had a bad day at work or something’s gone wrong in your personal life. In that moment, they’ll step up and ensure that they provide exactly what you need to feel better. They tend to be very possessive and jealous, always insisting that they have to protect you or look out for you.

They have tormented pasts, whether you about it know it or not.

Both of my abusive exes had alcoholic, abusive fathers who nearly killed their mothers in front of them. Both of them grew up with a great deal of violence and dysfunctional behaviour in their homes. While some abuse situations don’t have this type of setup and the abuser just has bad temper or is vindictive, there are always patterns in how they deal with people they’re involved with. Sometimes you never know about their pasts, if they choose not to tell you. Often, women in particular, would feel sorry for a man with a painful childhood and feel the need to heal them in some way, to ensure their lives are better now than it was. The problem is often the damage was done long before they ever met and she doesn’t realize how deeply these experiences twisted the mind and behaviour of the person. For a compassionate person – especially one who is emotionally involved with someone – one of the hardest things to do is to know when to sever ties and walk away because someone is beyond help, or to realize that you’re just not the right person to help them. We hurt to know others are hurting and our first instinct is always to jump in and try to improve things, even if we stand the risk of being pulled under by them in the process. This is especially true in the case of relationships, because one party is trying to help and heal while the other doesn’t even recognize that they have a problem to begin with.

Cutting Your Wings

In the end, abusive people have a desperate need to exert control, because they are so out of control themselves. A big part of this is ensuring that you are completely dependent on them – which, later on, will make it very hard for you to just walk away. During the initial phase, where they try to win you over, they’ll be so generous and reassuring that you’ll feel it’s okay to let go of your independence a bit. They’ll continue to feed you this false security until you reach a stage where they have you fairly well locked down. This tends to be when you move in together and sets the stage for the next steps. Some abusers also want to get into their partners’ finances, finding a way to justify that it’s the best thing that they share everything, from the house to the credit cards. The tables will shift over time though and soon you’ll realize they’re taking a lot more from this arrangement than you are and you’re suddenly suffering huge deficits.

Progressive Isolation

Over time, abusers gradually cause their partners to isolate themselves from their friends and family. They’ll use many excuses as to why you don’t ‘need them in your life’ or resort to blaming you for choosing friends over them and saying you don’t care enough. They do this because they want to stand unopposed and be the only thing you need and want. Their need to be in control is so great that they will find a way to eliminate anything that dares to threaten their empire. And if they want you in it, you can be sure they’ll want to keep everyone else out. Everything from being told you’re weak for needing friends to you not being yourself around family, will be used to convince you that maybe you don’t need to see your loved ones as often. Once their more aggressive sides start surfacing, abusers will threaten you and make it very clear that you’re in for punishment if you decide to do what you want. Again, most strong-willed people will kick up dirt and say ‘screw you then’ at the first sign of having their arm forced,  but in this case we’re dealing with increasingly submissive partners who are also likely afraid of what awaits them when they get home, if they choose to rebel and go out.

Double Standards

You can be sure that the abuser allows himself/herself a great deal of leeway to do as they please. Without fail, they will be the dominant one in the relationship, on every level. This includes setting extreme rules for their partner to follow, while they entirely defy every notion of fairness. In line with this, abusers typically show none of the characteristics of a person who contributes to a healthy relationship: honesty, trust, compassion, fairness, openness, forgiveness, agreeability, compromise. You will find yourself constantly struggling to keep the peace and not set a foot wrong, while they easily dismiss their own wrong doings, even if those wrong doings are massive and would have any healthy person calling them out on it.

Blame, Distrust and Accusations

Abusers have a habit of seeing fault in everything their partners do. There is no rational logic behind most of it and it tends to be so erratic that, for a while – or sometimes for the entire relationship, their partners don’t know what will set them off. If you find yourself trying to mentally process an argument where you were accused of doing something terrible, but you have this gut feeling that what you did was just something people do and nobody would even notice, chances are they’re messing with your head. Abusers have short fuses and they’re quick to go from neutral to sudden attack, accusing their partners of disloyalty, lying, and cheating, among other things. Every fear and twisted interpretation they have of the world, will be projected onto their partners. Partners will be caught up in terrible phases of guilt, shame and confusion over if they really are that bad and what they can do to make up for what they did wrong. The problem here is that they actually did nothing wrong in the first place, but the negative programming and lack of positive input from others will warp their minds to the point where they begin to question even the most straight-forward things.

The Infinitely Tipping See-Saw

What makes manipulators so good at getting away with the way they treat their partners, is that they pull unexpected ‘saves’ every now and then. They’ll suddenly be in the best mood and become loving and caring, take you out for dinner and compliment you. This propels you right back to where you were emotionally when you first got together, and make you believe that things aren’t really all that bad. Abusers consistently sway between treating you like dirt and treating you like gold, causing even greater confusion about whether something is actually wrong in the relationship or if it’s all in your head. Those brief moments where they are nice to you also induces overwhelming guilt for ever thinking anything bad of them when they suddenly treat you well.

Breaking You Down, Bit By Bit

If someone walked up to you and suddenly insulted you, you’d obviously be offended and either tell them off or walk away. Any respect you have for that person will be tarnished or destroyed and you won’t be all that willing to listen to them the next time. But abusers gradually break you down, so subtly that you don’t even realize it’s happening. They might start off by teasing you about a physical feature or habit, then gradually the teasing and jokes will turn into blatant insults. Whether you’re a bit overweight, have a slightly skew nose, different laugh, they’ll pinpoint it and make sure you know they think it’s terrible. Over time those insults start rolling into full onslaughts of your worth as a person and soon they’ll have you thinking you’re a complete and utter piece of dirt. Later down the line, a partner’s self-esteem is so degraded that they begin to believe their abusers when they’re told they’re worthless and that nobody else would ever want them or find them attractive. The “You’re lucky I put up with you, because nobody else would” card gets pulled often, leaving the partner – who is at that point completely without external, uplifting input – believing all this about themselves and stopping any desire or curiosity about finding something more out there.

Public vs Private Personas

Another aspect that is so hazardous about manipulators and abusers is their ability to seem completely charming and ‘normal’ in public environments. They maintain work life and outside interactions so well that most people never have the slightest suspicion that they’re not actually what they appear to be. This leaves partners feeling extremely isolated and in a state of distress and self-doubt, as they feel they’re the only one seeing and experiencing this dark other side and they have no one to talk to. Most partners of abusers, as I previously mentioned, are soft natured and not the type to be vindictive, so the chances of them lashing out, asking for help or bad mouthing their partner to a friend or colleague is slim to none – especially with the fear they are permanently drowning in that they’d step a foot wrong and face even more punishment. I’ve sat down with former clients and friends who knew my ex and would have to bite my lip as they said, “He seemed like a nice guy.” – completely unaware that he spat venom and wished them all dead behind their backs. Completely oblivious to the fact that he used to slap me moments before others entered a room and would say “Just wait until we get home. Then you’ll see”, demanding I keep a straight face and smile like nothing happened afterwards. Their greatest power is in seeming completely normal and the arrogant conviction that they’ve scared you into submission to the point where you won’t talk to anyone and nobody else would believe you if you ever did.

Guilt and Fear Infusion

One of their favourite weapons in breaking you down is their ability to induce guilt. They’ll wield it in so many ways, each time finding a way to make you feel that you are really being extremely selfish in what you are doing or wanting. Soon you’ll find yourself feeling guilty for just thinking something, as their programming of deprecation and criticism is absorbed and ultimately adopted by you. You’ll feel guilty and scared that you’ll upset them again, which means every waking moment of every day is spent walking on eggshells, praying you do everything just right and that you don’t absentmindedly set off the ever-ticking time bomb.

They’ll make you doubt yourself and everything you think or know.

I’ve heard of several women who, completely cut off from a healthy support structure and stable advice, start questioning not only their worth but also their every action and thought process. Some even go to psychologists in desperation to understand what is wrong with them, because their partners find so many faults in them. The need to understand is so great that you’d rather be diagnosed with a mental disorder and at least know that’s definitely the cause, than to spend your days questioning everything and wishing you knew why your partners treats you the way he does. Abusive partners are very good at making you believe their lies, including their accusations that you’re the one who isn’t right in the head and that they’re perfect and you are ungrateful for everything they do for you. Once they’ve isolated you from your loved ones, they’ll have plenty of room to reprogram you, without any interference – and this is where things become very dangerous.

These are just a few of the main aspects of how abusers interact with their partners. To understand why partners stay, you need to understand how immense the psychological destruction of exposure to an abusive person is. People have quit their jobs, moved schools and changed lifestyles just to get away from someone who belittles and bullies them to the point where they feel they can’t handle it. Now imagine living with someone like this, every day. By the time a woman is so beaten up that someone actually notices something is wrong, she’s so far gone in terms of self-esteem that she honestly does not believe anyone else will help her or love her,  convinced that she doesn’t deserve kindness or love. And sick as it is, if she doesn’t have a very supportive group of friends or family members to help her recover and see things in perspective again, there’s a chance she’ll go back her abusive partner. There’s also the reality that, thanks to the isolation and dependence abusers inflict on their partners, by that stage there won’t be anyone else to turn to. Don’t forget that for many women, they have spent years with their partners and in this time, everything from her financial stability to work and having children could have changed, most likely to the benefit of her partner’s control.

Anyone who exacts harm on other people or living creatures without a thought of compassion has a twisted, damaged heart and mind. You will come across many in life, but you don’t have to become broken because they are.

Growing Pains – A Startup’s First Steps

So much has been written about working for yourself and the pros and cons of entrepreneurship, from serious articles to humorous ones. It hasn’t even been a year yet that I set out on doing my own thing but I’ve learned a great deal in this time and I continue to discover more every day. Most of my friends are in startup mode as well, and a few coffee meetings every now and then reminded me that we are in our phase of learning about things most people will never even get to experience.

Quite a few people have asked me what it’s like and what I’ve learned, so I’ve put together a few of the bigger things I’ve learned over this time:


You’ll be called crazy or brave at least a few times along the way. Probably both.

Between friends, family and random strangers I strike up conversations with, I often find myself being told I’m insane for working so hard and I need to ease up, or that I’m brave for doing what they are sure they will never have the guts to do. I suppose you need a spark of madness, or at least mad determination to succeed at getting a business off the ground or working for yourself. You have to be prepared to go far beyond the point where most people would get fed up, scared or unsure, and be too stubborn to just let it go. The rewards are tremendous – on many levels – but I have come to realize having the ‘stuff’ needed to do something like this, is either ingrained in your character or it isn’t…and there is no flaw or lesser strength in either having it or not. It’s as straight forward as being a morning person or not, loving sweets or preferring savoury snacks. In the end, it’s a yes/no variable which you sometimes don’t truly know your placement in, although making the choice to go alone and actually seeing it through already tells you a lot about which side of the fence you tend to be on.

You’ll be disillusioned quite rudely at times and learn all about counting chickens before they hatch.

At first, the help and support of mentors and angel investors seem like the best possible thing for you. While these are undeniably great benefits to have on your journey, you need to evaluate if their vision and assistance is truly in line with what you aim to achieve or if it will stunt your growth – not every offer or opportunity should be accepted and you’re often better off buying your time and securing your footing first. You’ll run into people who offer their help yet end up getting carried away with their own interpretation of what you should be doing, or promise to help yet ultimately never do. As is the case with most things in life, relying too heavily on the help of others means you become dependent, which can seriously hamper your growth and set you up for unexpected falls.

You’ll have to re-think and re-envision everything you initially saw yourself doing as a business.

Initially you start off with an idea of where you want to go and what you want to do, but as you interact with clients and peers, you will be asked to do things outside of the scope you initially envisioned. You’ll also either realize you’re doing something everyone else does and start specializing when you recognize a niche in the market that needs to be filled, or you’ll come into your own and start to identify what makes you different and where your strengths lie. As I’ve mentioned, I have several friends who also run digital startups or work for themselves, yet none of us are in direct competition with each other because we each have strong, individual skill sets that make us good at a particular style of service or working with a specific type of client. Ultimately you will need to decide where you draw lines in terms of your services, or prepare to expand far beyond what you envisioned at first.

Everything is a case of extremism.

If you like balance and predictability, you’ll have a rough time adapting to running a startup. Everything, from workload to income, can completely flip on its head at a moment’s notice. One week you pull 18 hour work days and pray for sleep, the next things become almost suspiciously quiet and just as you become accustomed to a less mad pace, the next wave of mayhem hits. Financially, unless you’ve got retainers in place, you can go from having a pretty great month where all the bills get paid and you get to save a bit of cash in the bank, to realizing it’s the 20th of the month and you’re not sure if you’re going to make rent unless you pull a rabbit out of a hat. It’s both nerve wracking and exhilarating at the same time. One thing you can be sure of is that change is the only constant and that you’ll be on the edge of your seat pretty often.

Extremism also exists in your behaviour, depending on your mindset.

You either procrastinate heavily after a rough, long work phase, or you are overworking yourself to the point of burnout. Moderation is for the meek and this isn’t an apathetic person’s playground. While you’re trying to find your feet and figure out when and how you work best, you’ll probably go well overboard pretty often and be left wondering what normal is again.

You learn a great deal more about yourself, both good and not so good.

Every bit of your personality, character and ethics – both inside of work life and outside of it – gets tested to the very limit when you set out on your own. You don’t truly understand the scope of your limits and abilities while you’re working an 8-5 job, because you’re still in a relatively safe environment where you get to clock out and decide how you spend your free time. The moment you leave that and have to fend for yourself, all of these aspects become a lot more accentuated. If you procrastinated while employed, you’ll find yourself having to fight hard not to put off tasks to the last minute now that you decide your own hours. If you had a tendency to take work home with you, you will find yourself frequently haunted by thoughts about outstanding tasks and mentally extending to-do lists at 2AM while you’re trying to fall asleep. More than ever, you’ll learn that setting schedules and allocating time to every part of your life becomes crucial, because there’s nobody else there to force you to abide to time slots and you can easily get caught up in doing too much, or too little, of something for months at a time. Without fail, you will also become more responsible, more accountable and more meticulous about how you take on your life, and it will spill over into every other part of it as well. You go from being perfectly happy with someone else managing your tax payments and deciding your schedule, to carefully reading the fine print of every document and making very sure you know the ins and outs of everything you are involved in or sign up for. In essence, you take charge of your own fate in a way you never have before.

Sometimes, for a brief few seconds, you envy employed people.

Granted, you will shake off any of that envy within moments of having it cross your mind, but sometimes you’ll look at fulltime employed people and think that they’ve at least got the knowledge that they have a set income and know exactly what to expect at month end, as well as having mostly predictable work expectations. Then you’ll remember how absolutely terrible it is to be forced to work at set hours in an environment that probably isn’t good for your creative or intellectual wellbeing, for a manager who is, quite likely, a dictator in their own right, and that no matter how much extra effort you put in, you won’t reap extra reward if you happen to put in 60 hours of overtime one month. Then you’ll take a break and go have coffee at the mall at 3PM, surrounded by housewives and retirees, because you can.

You may not need to put in sick leave, but sick days cost you so much more.

While it’s not necessary to write a text message or call in with a husky voice to explain that you really feel like a bus hit you and still have to go get a doctor’s note to validate this, every hour you’re sitting in bed staring at the wall with glazed-over eyes, you’re losing money. There’s no company to pay you for sick leave days regardless of whether you reply to mails or sleep the day away, which means flu season can be a real hazard. Also, that bittersweet indulgence of knowing you can crawl back into bed while your co-workers start their day, is replaced by calculations of how many extra hours you’ll have to put in to make up for the need to hug your pillow for a few days.

The space between what you realize you know and what you don’t know yet, will get bigger.

Transitioning into a startup and taking on the world by yourself means you probably already know a bit more than most of your peers, whether it’s because of an unquenchable curiosity that keeps you learning, or the need to advance for professional reasons. As you grow your startup and start interacting on a new level with new individuals, you’ll come to realize there are some extremely inspiring people in a league you just haven’t reached yet, in spite of your experience beyond employment level. For a curious mind, realizing how much more is out there and that you’re in the middle of a huge upward shift in growth, is pretty much the equivalent of letting a kid loose in a candy store.

You realize that client relationships are ultimately interpersonal relationships, and sometimes they just don’t work.

It’s impossible to differentiate your work style from your personality, at some point in time they do converge and it tends to be in the moment you meet a prospective client and as you start working on a project for them. While many times you may not have the luxury of turning down income, you may find yourself at a crossroads from time to time, realizing that your client’s demands and the way they deal with you and vice versa, clash beyond the point of agreeability. At the end of the day, as is the case with everything, it comes down to people dealing with people, and sometimes you just don’t ‘gel’ or play well together and you realize it’s best to cut your losses and move on. In the same breath, finding a client who is completely on par with you and treats you with respect and professionalism, makes for a fantastic, lasting work relationship that very little can compare with. Treasure them like solid gold bars and treat them with gratitude for helping to secure your freedom from an office cubicle.

Wishing for island getaways vs having full throttle drive happens pretty much simultaneously.

You’re fantasizing about a holiday on a remote island somewhere, with minimal use of your phone, except to update your Instagram account with a sunset picture or a shot of your most recently ordered cocktail. Yet at the same time you’re feeling so excited about the next step, the progression of what you’re doing, that you don’t want to stop. It’s a constant mix of ‘I would kill for rest and peace’ and ‘This is amazing, I’m so close to another milestone’. Again, always an elevated state, never a dull moment.


Having said all of this, I wouldn’t trade it for anything else. Judging by the past few months, next year is going to be even more challenging and rewarding, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Forget taking the bull by the horns…be the bull!

So This Online Dating & Meeting People Thing…8 Lessons I’ve Learned

I’ve never really had a normal, we-met-through-friends/work/school relationship history. In fact, my first serious relationship was with a guy I met online, and it’s how I ended up living on the other side of the country. Back then, in 2000, I spent many hours in online chatrooms – the kind that existed before there were actual chat software and apps like Skype. Yes, I was a MIRC lurker and moderator for 5FM’s chat channel, however much praise that’s worth. The seedy underbelly of instant relay chat could not have been more frowned upon or weird back then, so you can imagine the shocked reactions we used to get when telling people how we met. I found it interesting though, talking to people from all over, each of us hiding behind handles (not door handles, kids, online nicknames). We’ve come a long way since then, with a lot of people today turning to social media because their lives are too busy or social circles too small to meet new people.

Recently there’s been a lot of discussion about online dating and whether it’s an acceptable form of meeting a partner or if it’s a weirdo’s fantasmagorium of exploration. I find it funny, and a bit interesting and perplexing, because a lot of articles have surfaced which justify finding a partner online, based on behavioural algorithms and the ability to search by interest, age, and even income bracket. The whole idea that meeting people and finding meaningful relationships or friendships can now be narrowed down with cold, hard science and statistics, honestly scares me a bit. It makes the hollow of quick dismissal and instant gratification through apps like Tinder and most dating sites feel all the more shallow and non-empathetic. To me, putting a percentage of compatibility on someone is the equivalent of trying to put a price on a human life. No amount of personal bio information can really give you a clue of whether you’ll like the person, in person.

So, nearly fifteen years down the line (on and off over the years), here are some constants I’ve learned about the process of meeting people online and how it impacts or changes when you meet them in person:

1. You’re going to have the same initial conversations over and over.

I can pretty much predict how the typical flow of conversation and covered topics go when meeting someone online. You go through this initial phase where you figure out if they can make you think, laugh, feel curious…whatever it is you need to invest more time in them. And most of the time you’ll find that not much comes of it and you move on to the next person, repeating the process again. The difference between meeting them online versus in real life, is you don’t spend money on drinks, dinner or coffee, you don’t get dressed up. You also aren’t forced to look them in the eyes and maintain a conversation for longer than you feel comfortable, since you have the convenience of merely closing the chat the moment things don’t interest you anymore. This is the first of a few double-edged swords when it comes to online meeting.

2. You’re probably going to cyber stalk them to some degree. Admit it.

Everyone from people at work to your best friends have embraced the power of social media to dig deeper and find out more about people before meeting them. It’s actually been defended as a way of ‘protecting yourself’ or ‘preparing yourself’ in case they have some skeletons and it’s nowhere near Halloween time of the year. Chances are good that they’re doing the same to you. Creepy? Yeah, maybe a bit. But again, this is why you shouldn’t display your whole life online, unless you’re happy to have anyone know all about you. It’s human nature to be curious though and even when we’re not aware of it, we feel an inherent need to be prepared for what is coming. It’s why we have flights of imagination – whether they are idealistic dreams or fearful thoughts – about anything new and unknown. Going to new places, meeting new people, starting new jobs. We do this in attempt to be more prepared for when it actually happens.

3. The pictures don’t make the person or tell the whole story.

If you’re following some gym fanatic with bulges in every place you desire bulges to be, and then some, you wouldn’t be blamed for developing a bit of a crush every now and then. However, unless you want nothing more than a mute gun-show facilitator in your life every day, you might find your interest in them dwindling or plummeting, soon after meeting them. I could be wrong but I’m pretty sure people who spend 4-6 hours of their day either training or eating and the other 8 taking selfies of themselves, probably don’t have a lot else going on in their lives. Love Playboy bunnies? Great! Just don’t expect them to recite Plato at any given moment in time if you ever meet them in person. These are the more outrageous examples but for general reference, try bear the following in mind: Instagram filters. Photoshop. Samsung’s sneaky Beauty Face filter. Low level lighting. The possibility that the photo is from 4 years ago and some things with them have, uh, gone down since then. Ahem.

4. You’ll get to know a great deal about them, before you even meet them.

Notice I said ‘about’…you don’t actually get to know the person on a non-fact-sheet-based level. The funny thing is that online interaction lets some people share parts of themselves they wouldn’t have talked about in person, at first. You get to learn about their siblings, parents, pets, some random stuff at work. Maybe you’ll even get to know their bigger secrets or deepest wishes. You learn these things because it’s easier for people to be open when there isn’t that pressure of being in the same room as the other person. They feel safe, knowing that they can just click to exit the app or chatroom and never need to worry about the conversation again, if it doesn’t go down well. You learn all of these things, en masse, yet the simple things that make up their entirety and character, fall away. You don’t ever learn what drives them nuts on a frequent basis, you don’t know how they respond to surprises or stress, you don’t know if they’ll smile at you with appreciation if you bring them coffee or if how open and sincere they are most of the time. You’ll have information, but not a lot of observational understanding, which means a much less accurate progressive feeling about them and if they’re actually right for you.

5. Never put all your bets on a person before you actually meet them in real life.

I don’t care how perfect they may seem online and how many chats until 3AM you’ve had about life and your dreams. Stop yourself from going all Tom Cruise and planning your wedding or telling everyone you know you’ve found ‘the one’. Keep that stuff locked up tight until you’ve spent a good amount of real time, having real food and sharing real, mutual oxygenated air together. A funny thing happens in that crevice that divides the virtual person from the real one. You may think it’ll be an easy transition to meet them for coffee after weeks of chatting online, maybe completely flawless even, but often times you’d realize you were so wrong. That disparity, that really weird space between who and what you see online and who and what you see in person, can be pretty much of atom-splitting proportions on a personal level. I’ve met people online who I hit it off with instantly and thought we’d be friends forever. Then I met them in person and we’d sit in awkward silence, discussing the weather and being halfway between trying too hard to make conversation flow, and trying to figure out how to politely end the whole meeting and re-contemplate your entire life in the aftermath. On the flip side though, I’ve met people in person who I really doubted I’d get along with at all initially, yet the moment I met them, a whole new level of radiance, intelligence and compassion surfaced that was never obvious from what I saw online.

6. The person you’re dating probably isn’t a carbon copy of who they are online.

For whatever reason – whether they are deliberately selective about what they share, or if they just think and act different in person – a lot of the time you see a side of them online that either vastly enhances or completely conflicts with the person sitting next to you, eating popcorn and watching TV. It’s understandable if they are professionals who need to maintain an image online, or if they simply prefer not to share much online. Becoming aware of this rift between online and personal behaviour raised my semi-paranoia about the reality that you never really know if the person you see every day is, in their spare time, a serial killer or cross dresser. I never saw a greater disparity than with one guy I dated, who was highly philosophical online but dead silent in person. All the things he couldn’t express in person, he put on his social pages, including his doubts about his relationship with me. On a related note: never, ever express online what you can’t express in person. It doesn’t really make for a strong character or garner respect. We all want to show the better sides of ourselves to the world, it’s normal, but if you find the two personas are not at all the same person, you have valid reason to be concerned. Also, bear in mind that people don’t always type and talk in the same tone or reveal the same information – online activity gives people a chance to consider how they’ll react and what they’ll say, while real life tends to strip people of that restraint. Trust what you see in person, your gut is remarkably good at detecting what you don’t really want to see or think about someone.

7. Don’t let meeting your partner online cheat you out of getting to know them in person.

Something weird happens with dating someone you met online. Sometimes, there’s a feeling that the hard work has been done and you can relax now. Sort of like how many people say spouses slack off once they’re married because they feel they’ve reached the goal of finding someone and settling down. With online connections, you’ve probably spent countless hours talking and sharing endless amounts of thoughts, which tends to make you think it’s cemented the two of you securely enough to carry on having a life together. After all, you know the other person’s hopes, dreams, pet hates, passions, and you two agree about most things. I tend to think initially meeting online, especially if there have been long conversations before meeting, cheats you out of getting to know your partner once you are actually together in person. You almost feel as though there isn’t much left to talk about or ask once you’ve covered all those late night conversations. I ended up in a long-term relationship with a man who I honestly never knew at all, and neither of us ever tried to learn more about each other, we just carried on living, but together. If I could give some advice: keep the big conversations for when you’re sharing dinner together, not wolfing down crisps while staring at your respective laptop screens at 2AM. And if you’ve already crossed that line, be sure to have those conversations again in person, every once in a while, because people grow and their minds, personalities and opinions change over time.

8. Don’t become a fisherman just because you’re suddenly in an ocean full of fish.

This one coincides with a lot of things that worry me about how we live these days. We are, without a doubt, a society that has succumbed to immediate supply and demand satisfaction. With the arrival of social media and the ease of meeting new people whenever your phone has battery life and good signal strength, people seem to think of others as easily disposable and replaceable. It’s far too easy to give up on someone just because you know there are so many others out there who will pay you more attention, give you that feeling of excitement again, grant you that satisfaction of knowing you do still have some game and are still attractive…at least initially. Divorce rates and breakups are skyrocketing with the combination of social media opportunities and the acceptance of having multiple partners or annulling a marriage. Unless you’re a very shallow person, you won’t find satisfaction in this way of life. Remember that you are dealing with people, individual minds and personalities, not tissues out of a Kleenex box. There’s merit in taking your time and putting in effort.

Empires would never have been built if people stuck to building mud huts and rebuilding them whenever there’s heavy rain.

As a final thought…


The Indecisive Face of Sex Appeal – A ‘Disproportionate’ Girl’s Opinion

I’ll be the first to say that the whole hammering on how the media makes women and girls feel bad about how they look is a pretty beaten-to-death topic. But this isn’t one of those blogs. We all know the media – and now, social media as well – is just a selection of perfectly timed, often Photoshopped impressions of what the world is like, when the reality is usually far from it. You learn to get over all of that as you get older and stop paying heed to overpriced glossy mags with cheap advice inside. This is about the perception of beauty and what is sexy to society, how it changes over time and why I no longer care much about it, nor should anyone else.

I’ve always said your body carries something far more important: your mind, your soul. It ages over time and regardless of how well you take care of it, the reality is you will start feeling the effects of aging as time goes on and you will have to fight harder to not succumb to it. Back when I was a pre-teen and early teen, the idea of what you should look like to be sexy, was the whole Kate Moss figure. Tall, lanky, no indication of curvature (or personality, for that matter). Back in the 90s and early 2000s, boyfriends and husbands had to deal with the anxiety-inducing question they were likely to be asked at some point in their relationships: “Does my butt look big?” White girls everywhere had a paranoid fear of the uncontrolled expansion of their gluteal regions. It was pretty much the dooming gong that wiped out any hint of sex appeal, even if the rest of your body was in pretty good (read skinny) shape.

Me, I had the greatly unfortunate genetic predisposition of having natural curves. Curves that, for the most part, showed behind me, not so much in front. I still remember an older family member looking at me one day, when I was about 8 years old, and saying, “Shame, you have such a big butt. You’re going to have to live with that for the rest of your life, it’s your grandmother’s bad genes.” Yeah, she wasn’t all that tactful, I always considered it a characteristic of hers that was best just to laugh off. But this stuck when I realized that, even at my fittest, I really wasn’t going to run, jump, rollerblade, bike or swim my ass off. Fast forward a good decade or so when I was at a braai at a friend’s house. Two lesbians were sitting on the couch, clearly a bit tipsy as they didn’t realize how loudly they were discussing me as I walked past. The one asked her girlfriend what she thought of me, the other’s response was, “She’s okay, but jeez too bad about her big ass.” Even when I wasn’t acting like an ass, I always had one to fall back on, it seemed. By then the rest of my adult curves surfaced and I was a full-on wide-hipped, narrow waist girl. Which was okay, until I went for a job interview, got the job and, while sitting in for the (extremely skinny) receptionist one day, found mails (hey, I was bored, it was late December) between her and one of the guys there, discussing how disproportionate I look and how weirdly I am built. Fortunately by then I’d learnt the water-off-a-duck’s-back trick pretty well, although I couldn’t help but wonder. ‘Disproportionate’ is a pretty extreme description, after all.

Just for interest’s sake, I just Googled “Disproportionate Girl” and the image below came up, among others… Would you believe, the image is tagged with the title “Nobody Can Be That Disproportionate Can They?” Yes. Yes they can be. Thank you.

Pseudo Disproportionate

So I went through my twenties, phases of training, eating very little, weighing very little, eating more, weighing more. Eventually I decided screw it, I was just going to focus on being completely healthy and not try to kill myself to look a way that my body wouldn’t succumb to looking like. So then, about a year ago, I got into the gym thing properly again and started doing heavy weight lifting. That’s when it emerged that somewhere along the line, while I wasn’t giving a damn about what’s sexy anymore, things had changed. Curves were now a lot more welcome and lo and behold, suddenly having a big butt was all the rage. In fact, if you were one of those unfortunate white girls with a flat ass, you’d surely be squatting from sunrise to sunset, just in the hopes of getting a little bit more protrusion going on back there. I had to laugh. Today, women like Michelle Lewin are considered goddesses…ten or even five years ago, most men and women would have recoiled and said she’s built like a man.

Michelle Lewin

The new face – and body – of sexy

Now, if a guy gets asked “Does my butt look big?”, he’d better jump to say “Yes, absolutely!” to avoid hell breaking loose. I feel sorry for guys, really, I do. How you ever keep up with what’s okay and what isn’t, I don’t know. Being muscle bound was always an appealing thing for guys, now it’s just more the case – and requirement – than ever before. At least you don’t have to worry about some parts being too big or too sm…uh, yeah.

Today, instead of skinny, the more muscle you have, the better. While the whole healthy and fit route is great and I encourage anyone to be more attentive to what they eat and that they get exercise, there is an issue here. This super ripped and built obsession has unfortunately caused an uprising of supremacist douchebaggery of eye-rolling proportions, because people have gone and taken it a bit far again. Now your worth is so fixated on your bulging quads and ripped abs that nobody stops to think or care about actually developing a personality, between all those hours of pumping at gym and devouring chicken breasts and broccoli.

(You can stop reading now if you don’t want to see the usual, flowery, moral-of-the-story conclusion I always end off with.)

Now I ask you, with all these crazy fluctuations in sex appeal criteria, just in the last 20 years alone, why do people torment themselves so much to look a certain way? The sheer amount of damage you can do to your health alone is reason enough to be cautious. There are things that don’t ever change. Like how much impact a kind person has on those around them, the value of having a sense of humor, a sharp wit, developed understanding of the world or a personality that is so diverse that it’s fascinating to be around. These are things that take years and decades to build and they don’t ever become less valuable…in fact, they become rarer over time, as many people seem to become stagnant or bitter in their older years.

The Hand That Feeds Often Needs A Band Aid

People seem to have difficulty with the idea of turn-based generosity and kindness. I got to thinking about this yesterday while caught in semi-rush hour traffic and everyone was kissing the bumper of the person in front of them stubbornly, leaving drivers who were trying to turn into the lane sitting there like island castaways watching commercial planes flying overhead.

“Starting to question if I even really exist…”

“Starting to question if I even really exist…”

I dead halted and let a guy through, he courteously thanked me and took his place ahead of me. Next thing the three cars behind him decided this was their in as well and they forced their way into the lane without so much as acknowledgment or gratitude.

Hey man, the ticket said “Admin One”.

Hey man, the ticket said “Admin One”.

I raised an eyebrow and sighed. A truck driver was next in line, with a giant cargo container in tow. I started moving forward and he gave me a look like you swear I’d just walked into his house and stole his dinner off his plate. While glaring at me all spear-eyed, he carried on moving and pushed in front of me. Stuff like this really doesn’t phase me, but while sitting there I started thinking about how this is a great example of what people tend to do in life.

Let’s say I didn’t let the first guy in. I would have been just another selfish jerk who couldn’t be bothered about anyone else then, in his eyes. Had I only let him in and then shifted forward and left the rest waiting, the next guy would have thought it’s seriously unfair that the guy in front of him got a chance and he didn’t. You see it from pre-school ages, where one kid gets a bigger sweet or any form of treatment that leaves the rest feeling they aren’t being treated fairly. I’m not sure where it all arises from. Is it really so common for people to just be naturally selfish in their behaviours or is it that they have a mind-set of scarcity – some caveman-like instinct to fight for every crumb because there isn’t enough to go around?

"It's MINE!"

“It’s MINE!”

The problem with being a sincere, nice, kind, generous person is you tend to expect the rest of the world to be and feel the same. They aren’t. They don’t. That’s just life. Not everyone is a good Samaritan by nature, but at least take stock of how many times a day you’re the nice guy in a situation, the exception instead of the demanding norm.

PS: This was not a rant. I swear. No really.