Jazz Will Heal The Wounds.

Little, sad girl sat in front of her computer. She started writing a post because she felt lost in the game. Everything in her life was great one could say. She could manage any task, any matter which needed to be done, even the most mundane or the most challenging or exhausting ones. In her point of view when there was a problem, it was always nipped in the bud before it even thought of enlarging. Small difficulties are easier to deal with, she firmly believed. Also, her mind could never grasp when somebody a distant or close relative faced piling up problems and did nothing to amend the situation. Once, after an encounter with an old acquaintance, when she came back from the city center, a thought struck her mind that girls have it easier in that their lives are moulded in a different manner than guys'. To a certain age, females are being maintained in a somewhat hazy but comfortable stance that there is no thing or matter unsolvable or unamendable [and that love can conquer everything, but that's the bullshit of the last century]. Not to mention the fact that, as she presented it to herself, it was definitely a female characteristic that they tended not to let problems pile up. It seemed that it was [actually, is] the domain of the male kind, or at least a significant number thereof, who did not care much about this.Girls, it seemed, were brought up in the atmosphere of all things nice. These girls then have grown up as young sexy bitches who know who they are, what they want and who they want. They had the looks, sky-high stilettos were nothing new to them, their rooms resembled those of a designer interior space. Although this is not to say that their lives were perfect, they had everything as it should be. Apparently, however, it was not the should-way which was the right way to go with. Sadly did the sad girl sat in her room in front of her computer. She felt lost. She thought, she only knew the rules of beautying up her own surroundings - a very individualistic approach. No idea did she have about how to play the game of outsideness, of how to help other people have pretty lives, how to try implement a grain of her spick-and-span order techniques. If only she could understand the ways of others, she would be able to work at the grassroots level to improve the surface levels, she supposed. On top of that one could add that she always wanted, and what was also her priority was to aspire to be a good person. Alas, judging on the people she has had the occasion to come across, not everybody was like that. She did not know who to turn to. The conclusion is that perhaps she took too much on her shoulders. Perhaps she was too ambitious. Perhaps she was of the kind who wants to please everyone. Perhaps, from all of her criticism she lacked comprehension of some surface in order to understand the above happening. Perhaps she did not want to. Perhaps she did not want to believe that this is what real life really is like.