dinsdag 28 april 2015

Bugs.

I've been thinking about this certain subject a lot but didn't really know where to start. It's one of the more serious kind of subjects so if you're not into rants and stuff, that's okay. Just close this blog and I'll catch up with you later.

The main reason why I want to discuss this is because I've had a few not so very nice experiences in a short period of time. What I want to talk about today is feminism. Yeah, I know what you're thinking but I really need to get this off of my chest.

First of all, I do NOT think women are better than men. I think we're equal and that we should be treated equal. It bugs me that men can just walk around shirtless and if something "bad" happens, no one will ask them "Well what were you wearing, or actually.. not wearing?" It's socially acceptable for men to show their chest while for women it would be asking to be raped. Or well, that's what society taught us.

Two weeks ago I went out for a walk all by myself in my home town. Nothing special, just like I always do. It was evening but still light outside and the weather was beautiful so I just wanted to clear my head for a bit. Two men came walking from the other side and I saw them and they saw me. The moment I saw the look on their faces I got chills to the bone. They both literally looked at me like I was a lust object. Like two hungry wolves waiting to catch their prey. They did not look at me as a person. As someone with feelings and thoughts. I just pretended I didn't noticed and just walked past them really fast. I once looked back and saw they were still staring at me and were whispering things I obviously couldn't hear. Thank God nothing happened but if something had happened. Probably the first question I would have gotten was: "Well, what were you wearing?" Like if I was wearing something that even showed a little skin, I would've asked for it. Like it's okay then for men to do whatever they want cause they "just can't help it."
Well ladies and gentlemen, I was wearing a long grey coat with a scarf. I was all covered. But even if I wasn't, if I had decided not to wear my coat I wasn't asking for it. Even if I wore a sleeveless dress, a very short skirt or a short.. I still wouldn't be asking for it. I can wear whatever the hell I want to wear. I should be okay with whatever the hell I want to wear without the fear of not being safe when I'm walking through town.

My second experience was last week. I went out to go get some groceries and there was this older man, he probably was a client from the psychiatric centre. He and his 'buddies' were talking together and I walked past them and said nicely "hi" just like I always do because I don't treat them less than any other people, like most people do. I respect them and I'm expecting that in return. So I walked further and about a minute later this man grabbed my arm and I couldn't understand what he was saying but I felt very uncomfortable so I told him to not to touch me. He got really angry and said if I didn't want him to touch me then I shouldn't have walked there all alone. The craziest part is that there were other people around but no one said anything about it. Everyone pretended to sip their coffee or being busy talking. I felt unsafe and that's something I hadn't felt in a long, long time.

I don't say that are all men are like this. Absolutely not. There are wonderful men and women out there but it just makes me sad that there are people (so also women) who think they can just treat other people like trash, like they're their dolls and can do whatever they want.

I think it's important we will always remain good to each other. You never know what kind of battle they are fighting. Everyone you meet loves someone, have  lost someone,  have felt pain and joy in their hearts. We should never forget that we're all human beings. If you're a man or a woman. We should be treated equal. Cause equal is what we are.

donderdag 2 april 2015

Tissues and Skype.

Good evening,
I'm sick for a couple of days now so I'm sorry I haven't post anything earlier this week. It's a really, really bad timing since I'm having exams and lots of deadlines in a week. So I haven't really had the time to rest. Been to school and worked on school even though I had to blow my nose every 5 minutes and my body temperature was going high and low like a roller coaster.
The thing I hate most about being sick are the nights. You're exhausted and then you lay down and you start coughing like a seal for hours and you just can't sleep. And tonight is one of them.
But I've been skyping with my best friend for the whole evening and now we're still chatting on WhatsApp. You know, I look terrible right now with teary eyes and a red snotty nose and just ugh. And the moment she saw my face on her screen she said: "I've missed your pretty face. You look like shit now but you're still pretty." And then we just talked and talked and talked and talked about everything and nothing. I don't think I can ever explain what this girl means to me. She's my best friend for so many reasons, I don't even know where to begin. I laughed so much tonight and my cheek still aches but that's the good kind of pain. I can say whatever I want around her and we share the same stupid humour and we're just idiots but that's what I love about our friendship. It was so great talking to her tonight and I don't think that anyone knows how much I miss her. But May 6th I'm finally visiting her in Italy and I'll stay at her current place for a few days. Looking forward to be able to talk and laugh with her in person and excited for her to show me the city she currently lives in.
This is actually the only interesting thing that happened the past week. I mostly worked on school or watched series in bed. I'll let you know more about my short trip to Italy as soon as it starts.
Have a good night rest,
Simone