Dating

Dealing with a fuckboy

I’ve done quite a bit of online dating in the last couple of years. Most of the time, I felt like it was not worth the hassle – I would go on dates and think: “I put on a bra for this???”; and only sometimes, it was intriguing, not always in a good way though.

So one of the good times were when I met up with someone smart involved in the fashion industry. We had quite a few things in common and I liked his approach on life – not a goody two-shoes at all, which I liked a lot. We had awesome conversations, about everything and nothing and I felt great to see that I’m not the only one with a twisted mind.

However, I soon noticed that there was a price to all the excitement, great conversation, and general coolness, because in his core, that guy was still a child.

After date 2, it became impossible to actually make plans. It would be like “Let’s meet up next Saturday”, but then when I wouldn’t hear a peep for the weeks(!) to come. Not even the original date was confirmed. It was highly annoying. Until I started making plans nonetheless, and then I got like a 20/80 chance that my date would remember that we had a date. LOL. Typical fuckboy.

At first, I was kinda upset by this, no likes to be stood up. I mean just imagine the level of entitlement necessary to think that another person is pretty much there to your disposal – without being a sex worker. (I honestly think that if the fuckboy hired a sex worker, that would be so much more noble.- He’d get to jerk off with no restrictions, and they’d make some money, without feeling used. Wouldn’t that be great? It wouldn’t be like one of those Tinder meetups, where one party is always expecting more than being a human Fleshlight for the other person. No it would be way more respectful, more real, even more natural than that.)

But girls, don’t put up with fuckboys, they’re not worth your time.

So how do you recognize fuckboys?

Well they make promises they can’t keep. They only make non-binding plans that can change any minute. They will ditch you in a second if anything “better” is waiting up around the corner. They’re only there for the attention you give them, the fun, the feeling that they’re oh so cool. They couldn’t care less about you as a person, you’re just a mirror to reflect their supposed awesomeness. And they’re sure not down for any sort of commitment. In short: They’re just a bunch of douches inconsiderate of your time and just not worth it.

So how not getting involved? The only general rule that helps most with not getting involved with a fuckboy is to stay yourself – only do the things that you want to do, and don’t put up with disrespectful behavior. You don’t have time for this. Don’t be a doormat. Simply stay true to yourself – that’s the biggest power you’ll ever have.

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Just blogging, Lifestyle

Moving and commuting

Lost time is never found again.

Benjamin Franklin

This week has been exhausting. Since I moved to Cologne, I roughly spend 3 hours of my day commuting. One reason is that my university and my friends are in Bonn, a town which is quite nearby, but if you don’t have a car (or a license) not exactly around the corner. Another is that my current workplaces are in Bonn as well. Since you probably don’t know the story: This summer, I started looking for a new place in Bonn, for personal reasons. I was rather optimistic and thought that one or two months should largely suffice to find a place, but it turned out to be more complicated than that. Tbh, the housing situation in Bonn is just crazy and people are clearly taking advantage of it. The amount of crappy shithole apartments people try to rent to you is insane. And so after I’ve annoyed everyone in my circle with my rants about how shitty the situation is, I realized, that I shouldn’t just concentrate on the area close by, but also consider other places. Besides, I haven’t exactly felt at home since I came back to Bonn – it’s quite provinical and I’ve always preferred cities to small towns. And even though Cologne is not exactly a metropolis either, it’s at least Germany’s fourth largest city. But more importantly, there’s stuff happening here! On my first weekend, I’ve already done more interesting stuff than I would have done in two months in Bonn. I went to series of talks, met up with a stranger, went to the Christmas market, checked out some art. I feel like Cologne is a city where I could actually see myself staying for more than just a couple of months. (To give you an idea, within the last ten years, I’ve moved exactly 10 times.) Besides, my new roommates are pretty dope. In short, I’m quite happy here. But of course, it would be too easy if that was all. 

So at the same time I was looking for apartments, I also had to get a new job. (The one I had before was on a fixed-term contract.) I was lucky. Instead of just one, I got two part time jobs, which I’m both currently doing. The only inconvenience is that not only they’re both in two different places, but also both in Bonn, which brings be back to the beginning of this post. In addition to that, I’m house- and catsitting at the moment, for a lady who has cancer. This one is in Cologne, but at the other end of the city.

Therefore, I’m constantly traveling back and forth from one of the apartments to one of the workplaces and also in between. And as you can imagine, it’s very time-consuming and also very exhausting. And especially this week, it’s gotten to a point where I felt that people would just randomly claim my time, without considering what a change of schedule could mean for me, how much planning ahead, and how much time lost it would be in the end. But fact is, it’s been three weeks it’s been like that. And since most of it is related to work, it makes me feel like I’m a slave to others, without a having a say on how I to use my time. Instead of being able to plan and take time for things that are important to me, I’m now always in reaction mode. It’s just exhausting and innecessarily time-consuming. And I can actually feel how it takes away from my quality of sleep and my general well-being. 

Now I know that my complaining comes from a place of privilege. I mean, at least I do have a job and a place to live, right? But the thing that really annoys me is that I’m not using all my capacities the right way and that I’m not reaching my full potential. I could and want to do so much more. And being in this situation where there’s basically no time for myself left just sucks. The only comfort right now is that everything about my current situation – or let’s say my jobs – is just temporary. I guess in the meanwhile, all I can do is to pack good books. 

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