Yard Girl

  There is a specific kind of silence that fills a room before someone breaks your heart. Sometimes, it is not even a room. Sometimes, it is a phone call. And somehow, that feels worse. Because all you have is their breathing. Their pauses. The terrifying softness in their voice. Then they sigh. And your body knows before your mind catches up. Your throat tightens first. Then your chest. Then your thoughts begin scrambling for kinder explanations. Maybe that’s not what they mean. Maybe they’re overwhelmed. Maybe in the next five seconds, they’ll laugh and say, “I’m joking.” Even though you already know that kind of joke is expensive. Still, a part of you waits for it anyway. And then: “I want you to be happy.” As if happiness has ever survived a sentence like that. Because surely this cannot be happening. Not now. Not after you let them into your world so completely that even ordinary things began to feel softer with them inside it. Music sounded fuller. Colours looked more alive. ...

Hi. clears cobwebs* A friend reminded me that I have a whole blog. And that I used to lose my mind a little less when I had somewhere to come and just… write. I keep thinking about something, and you’ve probably heard people say it before “We couldn’t build the pyramids today.” It’s usually said like an insult. Like we’ve lost something. Like humans are not as capable as we once were. But I don’t think that’s true. If anything, I think we’ve become even more capable, just in ways that are harder to see. There are places in the world where entire cities were carved out of rock. Not assembled. Not layered. Carved. Like Petra. A whole city shaped out of stone. And I can’t stop thinking about what kind of mind it takes to even imagine that… and then actually do it. Because that same kind of human mind is still here. It’s the same mind that designed rockets, built launch pads, and made it possible for humans to leave Earth and travel to and orbit the Moon Missions like Artemis II, which rec...

The Dating Game is Rigged! Clears cobwebs*  Surprise Surprise🎶 I know what you are thinking. ‘A blog post? It’s not even your birthday yet, Mena, we don’t deserve you.  Don’t worry; it’s not much of an explanation for why I am here. The shege I have seen has dragged me here. I need to rant, and I need to do it here.  Let’s dive right in, shall we? The Dating Game is Rigged , and you might disagree that it is, and that’s fine. The dating pool is a mess, and the ‘streets’ are empty yet filled with all manner of rubbish simultaneously.  What are we left with but people who mask their emotions. They do not want to love too much, show too much, or care too much for a person they claim to be emotionally invested in, and if you check, it’s because they have also seen the same behavior too, but some people are wicked for the fun of it, and I have proof. Here are three reasons I think the Dating Game is rigged: People with good intentions rarely meet people with good intent...

(Based on actual events, except the untrue parts.👀 ) Hiya! Yard Girl here!  I promised to write back, and here I am!  Before I begin, I'd like to say that I love Love, I love to see relationships that work, and I like to be constantly reassured that I am not crazy to want to get it right in choosing a partner. When I tell people my relationship status, they first doubt me and then proceed to name all my qualities, reaffirming how improbable it is for me to still be single. I'm not single because I want to. Scratch that, now that I think about it, I am single because I want to be. This thing called settling, because I can't afford to not have someone call me 'babe', is not for me. In this brief blog post, I'll share my honest, random thoughts on relationships. You might not agree with everything you read, and that's okay.  Let's dive right in! The Gist I almost fell in Love some time ago. I thought I had met 'The One'. It felt great, really. This...

Hiya! Yard Girl here! I am back like I went to buy bread!  It's been a minute. I’ve missed writing here and also reading your amazing contributions. A lot has happened since the last time I wrote to you. Adulthood is steadily showing me shege but I'm dealing with it. (Abba doing his thing as usual.) I’ll give you the gist in bits. I do not want to bore you. Lol. Let’s dive right in. Now, I have had a lot of conversations surrounding the subject of setting boundaries.  What struck me the most was the fact that some people do not believe that boundaries should be defined in their relationships. They mistake random people for friends, and allow these 'friends' have a say in how they look and feel.  Boundaries according to psycologytoday.com , can be defined as the limits we set with other people, which indicate what we find acceptable and unacceptable in their behaviour towards us. Here's the story behind this post:  So, I cut my hair last year. Honestly, there was no ...