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Ok. First of all. I love the weather today. Also, I love big monitors.  Let me describe the weather to you first. I think let me describe myself and how I feel because I think that's important to understand the weather first. Lol look at me trying to preach inner peace and look at me again noticing that and writing it here.  Anyways, Mr Jadoo (who is a cute little pug) is sitting besides me looking directly to my eyes. I wonder what he is thinking right now. He just saw me type and the sound that came from the keyboard so he switched his glance to the keyboard. Now, he is back at looking at me again. Lol. I wish I could understand this little guy. But, he definately has been a source of comfort these days. I wonder if I have been able to make him feel the same way. I wish I could. I play with him time to time. Ok, now he wants something from me. He usually sits right infront of me when he wants something.  Ok, looks like he wanted to go out. So, we both walked around the ...

 So, I messaged her on Instagram. Even at this point I was not sure what I wanted. I knew for a fact that I didn't want to burn bridges with her. She's an awesome person and there's no reason for me to just not see her as a friend. I didn't know what I wanted.  Again, as we are being honest, I thought we could start by being friends and I used to think maybe things can work out between us. It's just been 4 months that we are apart. There's no reason we can't work this out if both of us wanted to. Now the thing to emphasize here is "if both of us wanted to". But this process would've need to be very slow. Like basically we start from being friends and talk to each other, be really honest. Our expectations in the future, what we would do and all those stuff. We would find all of it out. It'd be like a board meeting lol  But anyways, while I was talking to her I found out that she was getting married. In June. But, now this is the funny part. ...

 Ok. You just found out that the person that you were in love with for almost 2 years is getting married. What do you do? What is the right reaction?  What's the right feeling? What do you say to them? What should you not say to them? If you are wondering about all these things.  Welcome to The Tailor. You've come to the right place. Here we help people figure out answers to all these things. The only catch? You have to be willing to read. Read below, and gain answers to all these questions as our writer, the handsome charming man, tries to answer them. Sit tight. Lay back. And Most importantly send us your body measurements because we will soon be suitting you up.  Ok. This all started when I started talking with a friend of mine. I was in a pretty bad stage of my life. I was 18, and I was just diagnosed with "stupid teenage breakup .... I can't live without her" fever. No, I didn't just make that up. And Yes, that's a real disease. It was the time I was ...

Once one begins to look into themselves, it's can be pretty overwhelming? I don't know if that's the word but you find out things that you never thought about before. I am pretty sure a lot of us are fucked up. If not all. It's just some choose to share them and are open about it and some are not. Often, not expressing sides of ourselves is seen as a strong trait. Like look this person has all figured out and has a happy fucking life compared to someone who might be in the same posisition but you know a lot about them, how they feel, their insecurities and stuff like that. And I am guilty of this myself. Maybe other people don't feel that way but I have realized that I had seen people who I don't really know a lot about as strong because I only had seen the good part. While the person with the same level of achievement and even better I guess I thought that they should just stop being a crybaby.  I obviously don't feel the same now. I think being really open...

 The more I think about stuff, the confusing it gets, and the more I feel like I don't understand it. How do you know you understand something? Well, one could say you can explain something properly to the other person but aren't we all just listening to other people and explaining those things in terms of what we have faced so far and understood from that other person.  Also, again I think I touched upon it a little bit in previous blog I think but why is there a need to understand something. probably because it doesn't make us feel comfortable. I don't think we would really try to question or understand something if it was giving us immense joy or you know you were just fully happy or something like that. Because I didn't. And now I am questioning love and relationships and trust and coming back to human life itself. Wtf is purpose of living? I never found myself dwelling on this question in the past months when I was somewhat in cloud 9.  Don't get me wrong I...

 Writing is downloading contents of our own mind. Awsome!  I've wondered how thoughts come to us. Especially while writring because I literally have no idea what I am going to write until I do. It's like maybe there is something already written inside us and I am just accessing but how could that be. Wait I am making no sense right now, The fingers move, the mind thinks. But where the fuck are these thoughts coming from. I know brain. But, come on, and why am i questioning the thoughts, through another though, now I have to question the thought about thought. I know .. I sound like a 12 year old But please excuse me for a while. The answer is probably wayy to simple and I am just beating around the bush try to sound like I am thinking about something really interesting. But really, this bothers me sometimes.  Can there be a state where are are no thoughts while you are conscious? I don't think I remember any such moments. Why is there a need for thoughts? I am pretty sure...

"Men were conditioned to not show emotions so that they could hunt, fight, kill people to gather resources. Their tears were dried out and love was blocked ... otherwise, they won't be able to able to kill, and murder and massacre people. They were people who are just like you and have not done anything wrong. People's whose wives, children and grandparents had been waiting for them. But to create the soldier, men had to be destroyed completely and made into emotionless killing machines. And warriors don't cry. They are not touched by emotions. Because army were needed, men were gathered and as women were not strong as men, they were left behind. It was good for women, because they have remained more natural. Never be ashamed of your tears, be proud that you are still natural. Be proud that you can express, the inexpressible through your tears. Those tears are your songs, unuttered. Those tears are your heart, which cannot use words. Never feel ashamed of your tears....