Oh Honey, Shut up and Drive: The Hamster Wheel in my mind by: Copper D.W.
Hello everyone, Copper D.W. here. Today you’ll be looking in my mind and it will be about the double-edged feeling of inner emotions. So like any over stimulated brain I wrote both sides of my mental argument (so normal right?). Either way, here we go:
Hello, Copper D.W. here and I actually have been inspired by some of the feed on my Pinterest account which leads up to what I am going to be writing for you today.
Today’s topic or my piece of MERAKI Advice is a little thing called romance. Ok, so before I start I’d like to first point out that I am female, (just in case some of you weren’t sure) and I would like to tell you the little story of what I was doing to get to this point.
I was on Pinterest scrolling through my feed and I saw a Pin about a girl asking what it’s like in a guy’s mind. That got me thinking because just the other day I was talking to an old Childhood friend asking me the same question, and they ended up using Wikipedia or something, while I am (internally) banging my head thinking things like ‘WHY? Out of all the sites online, why Wiki?’. Either way I kept looking and being a person who’s always interested in how others think and what drives them, I decided that I will write an open letter to my fellow guys who may want to get a sneak peak into a female’s mind if there are none, in your area, or such in such. Ok, here we go.
An Open Letter from a Girl to A Guy by; Copper D.W.
Dear fellow Guys,
I understand that girls can sometimes seem as a different species. With all the emotional complexity and female body language cues that seem to have plenty of unspoken reasons according to the internet. Let me tell you one thing, girls are not as complicated as guys.
Like any person of any sexual orientation, we have emotions, feelings, hormones that sometimes we can wear too easily on out sleeves. Girls like to fart, burp, punch and compete just like any guy. As a society, we have become known for being a sensitive crybaby that needs saving. But this is incorrect. We are not all emotions and hormones, and most of the people who consider themselves of female orientation think this stereotype needs to be refurbished, to say the least. For example, the male stereotype is supposed to be all tough and brawny, with little emotion and nothing to say that doesn’t sound confident.
Guys we all know this stereotype is a lie. Ok, there may be those couple of people that you see that have these kinds of features but seriously, the majority of good looking guys that my and my gal-friends talk about aren’t even these types. (and if you are, I also have nothing against you).
According to the media, a girl wants a buff dude who has it all, but in reality, these fantasies of ‘perfect men’ are not only disassociated with but it almost seems to be the opposite. I have heard a good gal friend of mine saying that people who look overly buff like in those Axe ads are pretty darn scary. (Again no offense to really buff dudes).
Top 6 Things a Girls Would Want You to Know:
- Be nice for the sake of being nice: Not someone pretending to be nice but like a genuinely nice guy. A lot of guys generally assume that being nice won’t get the ladies. This is a total lie. If you really want to get the ladies, just be genuinely nice, and you will actually make some new gal-friends that are real and not just a one night stand.
- Be real: I kind of already addressed that, but to girls, fake guys are guys we don’t even want to deal with. I remember my old friend telling me that ‘Fake guys’ aren’t worth it and though I sometimes have to disagree, this is generally what seems to happen.
- Being Sensitive is Okay: It actually can make you seem more genuine and likable, at least to people of female orientation.
- Muscles don’t matter: In the ideal world dudes with muscles, just have muscles, personally, I couldn’t care less, however like any person will have their types.
- Talk to us: I feel there is a lot of stigma around guys talking to girls for advice when they aren’t dating. I personally think this is dumb, but you’ll be the judge of that. I do know however that most girls like to talk. So if you want to strike up a nonchalant conversation with them that is greatly appreciated
- And lastly Girls are weird: Now before you judge me and say in the comments or something about feminism, just first hear me out. Anyone that is different from yourself, you will consider weird or different. Therefore according to this idea, women are weird to men and men are weird to women. So I’m just saying, yes girls can be seen as moody at times (including guys, so I’m not cutting you that much slack) however if you get to know the person well enough, this can be looked past.
So I guess what I’m trying to say is that girls only seem weird when you don’t quite understand them, but once you start asking around, getting different girls opinions on things, it is really only then when you can make a decision of whether they’re weird or not. Girls are only weird if you don’t understand them, and the same goes for guys or really anyone of any orientation. If you don’t understand them, try to. I think it’s safe to come to the assumption of ‘If you didn’t try it, how do you know you don’t like it?’
Good luck to all the guys out there. Like anything in life women are a rollercoaster with some interesting add-ons, however, we are just as wonderful and just as normal as guys.
I hope you may have gained a little information, and remember to take any advice with a grain of salt because seriously this is only one girl’s opinion.
Chat soon, sincerely
The Vial of Love. To… un-love. by: Copper D.W.
“I hate to love.” She said to Noah. “Love just confuses you, trips up your mind from thinking logically. It basically is a drug that takes hold of you and never let’s go.” That’s why I’m trying to get rid of it, for the better of mankind.”
“Haven’t you ever loved?” Noah said hands tied behind his head.
“Oh yes, my friend I’ve loved before. I know what I’m up against.” She started to mix her concoctions on her lab bench, bent over in her studies.
Noah, shifted awkwardly to one side to attempt to achieve comfort but failed only to find himself in a more uncomfortable state.
“But don’t you understand Brittney? Love can be good! Love can be great! Brittney, listen to me, I love you.”
She cringed at that thought, pouring her concoction in a small vial the rest dissipating in smoke and held it up to him.
“You see this Noah? This little vial can cure our illness, and you need to take this. Immediately”
“I won’t do it I swear won’t.”
“You don’t have much of a choice,” Brittney said in a cool voice.
“What are you going to do? Force feed me? I’ll spit it right out!’
“Sure you will, but as soon as this touches your tongue it will sink into your bloodstream and that would be that.”
“You can’t do this to me, I love you and you love me!”
Brittney stared at him with a blank face.
“You took it?” Noah shouted at her. “You took that stupid piece of shit?! Why would you do that, I thought you loved me?!” Brittney looked down at her feet.
“This little vial will cure over a million of people of this disease.”
Now infatuated with anger. “You said you loved me! We kissed on the terrace! You said yes to our marriage!”
“I did say that and I’ll never stop loving you,” Brittney said in a soft voice.
“So you didn’t take it? Oh, Brittney tell me you didn’t!’
“Oh no, sweets I did. Love is just a word to me now, it has not emotional attachment. I’d throw you off a cliff with no second thought if I had to.”
“You didn’t mean that.”
“Oh but sadly I do.”
“Brittney, listen to me, you can find a reversal, you’re the brightest mind in the entire country!”
“And Noah, who says I want to do that?”
“Brittney, didn’t you love me?”
“Yes, I already told you this.”
“So why are you doing this to me, what did I do? I can change! I can fix whatever it is! Just don’t do this to me.”
“Me? Why would I do this to you? I’m not doing this to you. I’m leaving this vial here on the table, you can drink it if you want. If you don’t then you won’t. I’m not the keeper of your destiny. You can help the others heal their sickness too, for I’m done. I can’t be a part of this anymore.” Brittney started to leave.
‘Wait, you can’t just leave me here. You know. You know what I’ll do”
“I know, and you won’t be here forever” Brittney just looks at her watch, “Yep in no time at all” she started to walk away but then turned around and looked at him.
“Just promise me, Noah, promise me one thing. Promise me that you will not destroy that concoction. That vial.”
‘Why wouldn’t I? Your life is ruined because of it” Brittney just smiled to herself sadly.
‘Fine. Don’t keep it, but trust me you’re going to need it.’ She picks up her gun on the shelf and weighs it in her hand
“What are you doing with that?”
Brittney this time didn’t look up.
“Stopping you before it really starts.” And with that, she left and then silence. Silence and the bubbling of a bubbling brew.
BANG! The gun had fired and Noah knew what she had done. And with that, the cuffs holding him unclicked and he was face to face with the little blue vial.
“Blue. Why blue?”
Noah then grabbed a hammer and swung the metal stick towards the vial. But something stopped him. A thought, maybe, and he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Noah stopped mid swing and gently put the hammer down, slipping the vial into his pocket. Brittney’s voice echoed in hie head You’ll be needing this. She always had her reasons, so he kept it.
She had her reason, I did trust her, but this time I wasn’t so sure. As I left the laboratory I turned away from the gun sound to leave in the opposite direction. The last thing I needed was another devastating image in my head.
And with that, I left.
I didn’t look back. I just couldn’t.
Years passed and I tried my best not to think about the instant. I tried not to think about it at all. I tried to forget, but you see my friends, Brittney was one step ahead of the game. She knew that this epidemic was on the way and she didn’t listen to anyone who’d try to stop her. So here I am. I’m here to help and we are all here to end this disease and here is the vial. We can finally put an end to this. Something we should have done from the start.
The disease is something of a neurological epidemic that for some reason infects the ability to love and destroys the person from the inside to out. By not being able to love, or by taking this emotion away entirely the epidemic can not spread and infect you.
Hey, Copper D.W. here,
So as you may not already know (it says in the about me) this blog is just well MERAKI, a verb meaning: the soul, creativity or love put into something; the essence of yourself that is put into your work. This is what my blog will be about Meraki writing, it will be composed of little tidbits of ideas, yours (if you share them with me) as well as my own. You will be reading short stories, inspirational quotes, writing prompts, spur of the moment rants and ideas that will make you rethink what you commonly know.
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