𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓇𝑜𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝓌𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝒹𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈.

This post is for the fellow overthinkers, the people who either feel like the world is too small for them, or that on the contrary it's too big, too wide, too scary. But truth is, we are ALL fellow overthinkers, we've all been haunted by the sentiment of not belonging anywhere. At least once, I think. And sometimes that sentiment never goes away.

I always thought that Life is a question of perspective for some. Your neighbor might see Life as something grand to always be celebrated, enjoy every passing moment, others like to build a whole plan around it, they need to do this and this and this before a certain age. I always thought that it's interesting how each person has a different vision of life.

To be honest, societal rules are chaining us and imprisoning us, but that's also because of capitalism. Because if you think about it for a second, life sounds more like a trap right now than ever, we are constantly growing but in the end we're not grown up enough, it'll never be enough, how many diplomas do you need to collect? How much training do you need? How much time do you need to work to be entitled to some rest in the end, and how come we're never truly resting? Why is it that when we turn 50 (mind you in some countries you need to be at least 65) and we are retired we can finally enjoy life. With the current situation, life expectancy is at its lowest, so NO excuse me that I find it slightly crazy that I only get 5 years of rest, what the fuck? *currently stressing out just writing this article*

I wish we could re define societal rules, it’s okay to laze around all day, it’s okay not to have 3 diplomas. But i find myself in a situation where I constantly worry about my future. Salary is no longer enough, the world is exploding with inflation and taxes, and that’s way out of my league, I can’t live a life where I’m always suffering, I need to live not survive, and so do you.

This summer, take a trip somewhere, with friends or all on your own, liberate yourself from your routine. Rebel yourself up, and as my good friend Ofred said: “nolite te bastardes carborundurum”

Who the hell is Girlboss Syndrome?

I’ve been spending the last 6 months looking for a good introduction, one as iconic as: “Hello Upper East Siders, Gossip Girl here… your one and only source on the scandalous lives of Manhattan’s elite” but this ain’t a gossip page.

When I first created that page, I’ll admit to being extremely bored and pretty much exhausted from life on a beautiful July summery day. I hadn’t gone out for weeks (it was my summer of rest and relaxation). I think every (genius) philosopher was sitting bored looking at something and just yapping on and on about it until somebody decided that it makes sense.

You’re lucky, because that would automatically make me an undiscovered genius.

I think that’s the whole point about every influential person you’ll meet/cross paths with. They’re not geniuses, they’re just not silenced. The more you talk, the more people actually listen to you, and think you’re a messiah. When in reality you’re just expressing what they’re too afraid to put into words.

I’ve always been a cyber girlie, girlblogging is like my life legacy, it’s as if I was destined for it. I lived through WeHeartIt, I lived through Tumblr 2014, and today ten years later here am I once again.

Imagine my excitement and utter pleasure to see that the art of girlblogging is yet back again. Girls like me who keep diaries and journals about their lives, who enjoy a little small tiny lie, invent stories, seek “the great perhaps” I love this community wholeheartedly.

Girlboss Syndrome is not a mental illness, it’s a trait, a legacy, something you’ve always had within you, the urge to express yourself in every way, whether it is artistically or hysterically (lol)

Embrace your unhingedness, and enjoy the insanity, YOLO, do you want a boring life? I fucking hope not