A Mixed Bag of my Life

Yes, my vagina smells, Yes, my breasts hang, Yes, I have mood swings, Yes, sometimes my insecurities override my senses, Yes, I deserve to be loved and Yes, I will cry to you and tell you that I don’t deserve love. But yes, when you put your arms around me it is an assurance in my mind. No I am not being weak or your maid, It is just my juice to gather myself and fight, When I say I need you I never lied. I still may think I am useless and still get insecure, But please, pretty please, Put your arms around me once a while and let me cry.   image: google.com

Keep the Aspidistra Flying by George Orwell   This is the fourth book of George Orwell I have read and he is yet to disappoint me. The       book asks us a question that everyone goes through at some point of our life, mainly after graduating from college and we need a job and we see that the guy who earns more gets a good woman and we are left out from the league.  In the book we are introduced to a shabby, moth eaten, in the threshold of turning thirty, a person who is discontented about almost everything he sees in this world. He has decided to live out of the economic system and only work for the minimal amount of money that he needs for lodging and tobacco.  He has left his 'good job' at New Albion to work in a shabby second hand bookshop.  Though he has decided to be a part of the system of money ironically always ends up thinking the most about money. He has always seen desperation and loneliness in his...