He’s just not that into you & other revelations

blog, Amsterdam, journal

De Dutch Diaries

Sometimes he’s just not that into you. You send a text hoping for an elaborate reply on how much he misses you. Or at least any reply at all. Instead you’re left with a big fat giant ‘read’ on your Facebook messenger.

Cue social mortification.

I had a melodramatic breakdown about a week ago (which you may have caught on if you read the previous post). But I guess your 20s are just filled with existential dread and crises, one after another after another until you hit 30! I’m presuming they stop by then, right? Hopefully by the time I have my own flat in NYC,  where I will write and live a private life with my dachshund called Jimmy.

So now the emotional tidal wave has flattened out and I’m beginning an upward loop. It’s almost as if I went so far low that I’ve been catapulted to…

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Respecting Boundaries

boundaries , happiness , mental health , relationship , safety , society , toxic , toxic relationship

Bug In Your Ear

I might not want a hug today. But I might want one tomorrow. I might not want to talk about one thing, but am eager to talk about something else. I might not want to visit every week, or call every day, or even hear about certain things. And that’s okay, those are my boundaries and they exist for reason.


What are boundaries exactly?

If we’re going to go through the time to figure out how we should respect boundaries (and how and why we don’t) we might as well take a moment to understand what boundaries are.

Boundaries are the invisible lines that separate a person from a person but more importantly than that, they are rules we set for others that keep us feeling comfortable and safe. They are our ways to teach people what is acceptable with us and what is not. Because these are individual…

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I really don’t mind

allergies, aloneness, family, holiday

Alina’s Blog

I don’t mind being alone.

I don’t mind sitting here writing and watching Doctor who specials.

I don’t mind cooking for myself.

What I dread? Is tomorrow when everyone is going to ask what I did, who I saw, did I have a good holiday?

What do I say?

How do I not be rude and avoid the pity?

I really don’t mind today.

I am dreading tomorrow.

My family knows where I am.

My friends know where I am.

No one wants to invite me over because I have to bring my own food. I would be a third wheel.

So no I really don’t mind at all, being alone. I am dreading tomorrow.

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