20 Ways to Win a Sweetheart

20

Listen as if you care, and if you don't want to, just pretend .. it always works

19

Talk, sweet talk, hypocrite talk, tender talk, strong assertive talk, even nonsense talk .. show her that she got competition

18

Lie

17

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, a relative matter .. However, it is a thing to continuously admire, or else!

16

Be the prince and crown her the princess

15

Be there when needed

14

You are the bodyguard .. just make sure nobody gets killed in the end!

13

Presents! They are so lovin' it!

12

 Two things to keep the heck away: your internet password and most importantly, your wallet!

11

She's your one and only guardian angel .. just tell other people so even if she's not, at least to ensure a good night sleep .. away from the coach or worse, the floor

10

Lie again!

9

Physicality is critical, even if she won't admit it

8

Bring your skills to the surface, any skills, any

7

In trouble, head towards the ears!

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Responsibility is your fate, so grab it from now and get used to it

5

Forget about all what's written in books about them, and get real

4

En garde! .. other possible sweethearts

3

Just lie!

2

Act as if you understand her, even if you don't (and most probably you won't!)

1

Be yourself

Out of Mind, Out of Heart

Disclaimer. What is written next is not about you!

It is healthy sometimes to get crazy for a bit. It is recovering often to move from pole to pole, from ultimate sanity to utter insanity! It is worthy usually to live on the edge, one leg on solid ground and the other floating in the air. It is required once in a while to embrace forget of anyone and anything looking simply familiar. 

A single smile can hide a million of tears. A single wink can hide a million of insults. A single laugh can hide a million of daggers. And a single blush can hide rivers of blood! And here you are, standing but not withstanding. You have been playing fair, without knowing who the opponent is, who the judge is. And the whistle never really blew.

Stubbornness makes profanity and parting makes vanity. So you run away from the us, by departing the you in them. The vanquished is relinquished, sovereignty rights are claimed. Perseverance is irrelevant, resistance is futile. Out of sight, out of mind! And out of mind ... quod erat demonstrandum!

D for Dreams

Do our dreams have any meaning? Why are they even called dreams? The dreams of your sleep the same as  the dreams of your wake, the future, the past, and the present dreams and ambitions and expectations and hopes...

What if you dream of someone? What if someone dreams of you? Awake or asleep, will they ever know? And will you ever know? What is the point of dreams if they are not acknowledged, if they do not happen, if they are kept inside and not translated to the outside world?!

Dreams versus reality, ambitions versus reality, expectations versus reality, hopes versus reality, an ongoing struggle. But why there should be any struggle? Because life is not fair? Because life is pain? Because to err is human? Because you are just not good enough? Lame excuses and faulty beliefs. There is no struggle...

Dreams are so powerful that they can totally take over you, make you so obsessed to the extent of refusing reality, or ignoring it, or fighting it, or sometimes even fearing it. However, whether you like it or not, reality is just there. It is always there. It is life. You will be a fool if you think for a moment that by living in a world of dreams you can cheat reality. As much as it is the other's reality, it is your reality as well, no running, no escaping!

Everything has been created for a clear purpose, and everything happens for a Divine wisdom. And this surely applies to dreams like everything else. So dream but do not over-dream, and live but do not over-live. Dreams and reality, they just intermingle. Realistic dreams and dreamy reality, you have got a perfect match...

Suffocation

     You did the mistake that many of your ancestors had done, and many of your descendants will do, and now you are suffering from its consequences. Suffocated, strangled. The atmosphere is turning into airless vacuum, places are turning into dark boxes of solitude, and walls are jails of barbed wires, getting closer and closer, till they tear your flesh apart, till they get you totally crushed. And the people, they turn into hollow shadows, with no marked features, no faces, no details, just piles of dust surrounding you, staining you, infecting you till you turn like them. And you, you cry inside in pain, down in the cage of depression, your body responds with weakness, and your mind joins with numbness. Yet, you can feel it all: your lungs are not producing much oxygen, your chest is so contracted, and your heart....well, it is going bloodless! 
    You put your trust on a person you did not know well. You believed everything that person says, everything that person does. You believed in the best of him (or her!). You saw something in him and ran after it like a little child, till you got captivated. Like a puppet, you got manipulated, you got used, you got played with, and like a puppet, you faced one of three eventual fates: either you got broken and damaged, or you got thrown away, or you got put away, totally neglected, till dirt buries you alive. 
     You are the hero of your drama, and you keep on fighting and fighting, wars of words and wars of silence, wars of love and wars of hate. But like every hero, there comes a fall. And you fall a victim of your own hamartia. So down and below, at the land of depression, and the tunnels of suffocation... 

Do I Know You?

It is eye widening how you need time to really know the people you thought you knew, enough time, lots of time. It is also mind opening to look back at your previous decisions and see how wrong and short-sighted they were.

I can see you now without the makeup and glitters, a trivial, careless, arrogant, cold, selfish, playful, hypocrite, immature, deceiving type of person. I can see why I once chose you and was amidst taking the serious decision to fight the world for you. I can see that between your sugary words and captivating smiles and tender voice, there were other intentions deep behind: there is nothing special about you, but I just needed you to fill up an empty spot that's all; you're not intended to complete me and I'm not intended to complete you, or anybody, and love, love is only a game of hearts, while soul mate and for better and worse and happily ever after, well, you'd better give up on those, for they are only some silly romantic ideas woven by the worn out fabrics of your naive imagination! I can see why I stopped, I suddenly stopped, to have a moment to think it over, for there are signs that cannot be ignored.

I can see you, but have I ever really seen you? I can see you, but have you ever seen me? I never put makeup, I never wore glitter, and never will, yet still you aren't seeing me, are you? Or perhaps you are seeing me but only the way you want to see me, a step to tread upon, a doormat to wipe your dirt on, a shadow to cover your insecurities, and another man falling behind. We have a man down! MAYDAY, MAYDAY! I think he got hit (by me, but who cares!). I think he needs help. He was trying to help me and then he fell. I think he needs help .. Over! But he didn't know that I never considered a word he said, for what I want I will always get. It is so easy, and they are all the same. Easily distracted, easily controlled and manipulated. And I wanted him and I got him, and now it's time to get rid of him; his time is up, he's an old fashion to throw away, and his services are no longer required.
Hang on, for help is on the way ... Over!

The Wonder Box

When you are in the means of transport and you discover the faces of the people around you, and your eyes hike over the hard hills of their complexion, all pulled down and deep inside or up and far outside, all silent, all gloomy, mostly wishing to find a way to escape reality, to have a break from life, and death, to lose count of time, so you find them listening to songs, or to Quran, or to the radio, reading a book or newspaper, playing games on the mobile phone, or checking the Internet or Facebook, looking through the window but for not really seeing anything particular, at least with their eyes, for their mind is most probably occupied, and their mind's eyes are contemplating some past event or some present issue or some future concern, and their facial expressions could change in some moment of spontaneous madness, no matter how hard they try to hide it, one moment it is a smiley face, the other it is totally grumpy, then back to the poker face, and of course there also remains the option of checking the people around back and forth, trying to figure out who they are and what they think about, an attempt not to breach their privacy, for you already value yours very much, but to get closer to them, to their essence, and consequently to yours, lots of scenarios, rarely correct, scarcely of any good sense, but a means to pass time, to get transported from one stop to another, and from one wonder box to another.

Consumption Rationalization

     The human being could be considered the biggest consumer on this Earth, even bigger than grasshoppers, or maybe viruses. This is simply because not only does he find it enough to consume everything around, but he also consumes everybody including his own self! Everything his hands drop upon, his feet step upon, and his eyes fall upon, an expiring creature living in an expiring world! 

     The lifecycle of the Homo sapiens (Hominidae, Primates): they eat, drink, excrete, sleep, move, wash, dress, talk, shop, produce, reproduce, inhale, exhale, receive, transmit, hit, destroy, dirt, burn, hurt, wound, kill, cure, hate, love, envy, support, think and feel and act and react, survive, and die... All forms of consumption, all forms of life erosion.

     The merchandise of life are everywhere. Some are on shelves, piled in boxes, and stored in depots, buy and sell and show us your money Mr. Big Spender. The others, however, are just there everywhere, no shelves, no boxes, no depots, no cha-ching or ba-bling! Buy and sell same still but this time show us your deepest truest will.

     Such a capitalistic view! We make you love to consume. We make you live to consume! No 'consumption rationalization', for that is a silly unrealistic term of little dreamy boys at school. If you have more than enough, why should you rationalize if you can still have enough? If you have enough, why should you rationalize if you can still have less than enough? If you have less than enough, why should you rationalize if you can still consume the little you have till you have nothing? And if you have nothing, well.. What are you living for then? So you keep on running after the mirage of brand names and you set a price tag to the non-priceable before the priceable. Yet brands are tricky and price tags are not sticky.

     To be controlled and distracted and wasted or to control and focus and establish. It is your call. Fair enough, isn't it?