Role Models

Whoohoo, I am so done for this week! In the best possible way. I have literally JUST handed in a spontaneous essay – in which I stopped believing on sunday, but somehow it still turned out okayish. Yay for that! Tomorrow I am off to Lübeck, also quite sopntaneously and the reason I‘m writing a post tonight and not as ususal tomorrow. And I‘m going out tonight to see a photo exhibition that my friend made, more yays for that! (well, he contributed one small part of the exhibition, but that still counts, right?) Frankly, I‘m just happy to be leaving the house for a reason other than to watch my dog poop. Yay Yay Yay!

Something I have been wanting to write about for a while now are role models. I remember that when I was little I had this massive crush on Emma Watson. I wanted to BE her in every way possible, so I would braid my hair at night to have curls the next morning; it helped that I was a huge geek in primary school, so all I had to do was tell others how stupid they were for not basically living in the library. But I also remember that a few years later I read an interview in a magazine, some hot shot singer or what have you, that I would have snogged at any given moment. He said that he had no role models at all because he wanted to follow his own path, blah blah. And I thought, neat! The truth has been spoken! From now on I will only rely on myself and trust my own instincts and Imma rock this! I don‘t really remember how that decision went down. I probably just locked myself in the library and checked my teachers‘ assignments for spelling mistakes (I did that repeatedly – the search for missing commas always proved to be very successful!) But you know, now that I‘m thinking about it, that was such a crappy thought! The truth is that we all have role models, people we look up to. It shouldn‘t get to the point where we compare ourselves to them in everything that we do, of course – but I firmly believe that we need people to look up to in order to believe that something can be done. So here are my own personal role models:

Hermione Granger

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This much has never changed. I sometimes still find myself wondering what Hermione would do in a particular situation and I find great comfort in the fact that she‘s a huge bookworm, and yet that doesn‘t make her any weaker at all.

Emma Watson

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Obviously. She is basically a real life Hermione and I admire her for being super pretty and standing up for women‘s rights and gender equality. She seems to be staying very true to herself and that‘s a hard thing to do.

Sophie Scholl

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Sophie may well be my greatest hero of all time. She was in a resistance movement during the Second World War and was killed by the Nazis. What I admire about her, however, is not that she died, it‘s that she lived. Even in the midst of a horrible war she wrote about spring and about hiking in the alps. To keep believing in something good and pure when everything around you is falling apart is such a strong and wonderful character trait.

My Mum

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My mum‘s just one super cool lady, and if you tell me «you‘re acting just like your mother», then that is a compliment.

David Mitchell

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The comedian, not the writer. Although he has written books as well. Anyway. I‘m not absolutely sure David is actually a role model to me, it may well be that I just identify with him quite a lot. But then I catch myself thinking, hey, he‘s still alive and happy, so there‘s not a bad chance for me!

Carrie Hope Fletcher

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I never realised that I actually see Carrie as someone I idolise with until I watched one of her recent videos on Youtube where she announces that she‘s moving in with her boyfriend. And it got me thinking, I don‘t necessarily crave a boyfriend, but I like to think that I can one day manage to actually grab hold of my life enough to enter that happy place… Oh my, I sound severely depressed! I‘m not, I am a very happy person and there is nothing wrong with me. But you know, I feel like I haven‘t quite grasped the concept of being a grown-up.

Elizabeth Bennet

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She is such an amazing heroine. Every person, male or female, should learn to think for themselves. Elizabeth doesn‘t get married just to secure her future and just because that‘s how it is done. She does what she thinks is best for herself and what she believes to maje her happy.

Roxana Vasquez

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Roxana is a girl I met on Zacate Grande in Honduras. She is working at a radio station where she fights against landowners trying to take away local farmers‘ lands. She‘s very upbeat and actually risking her life in the struggle of keeping her home. She told me that she might get killed, but if she doesn‘t fight at all she will surely die of hunger – so there isn‘t actually another option. I just can‘t help but think that we need way more people like her!

Princess Leia

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Of course Leia‘s on the list! How could she not be! Leia is very badass, she knows how to handle a gun and she rocks a lot of braids. I don‘t know where we get the picture from that strong women can‘t also be pretty or care about their hair – Leia clearly has her priorities set. Even in war time she must spend hours braiding her hair. And she knows how to fly a space ship, no one can argue with that!

Between writing this post and actually publishing it eight hours have passed (the exhibition was great btw) and I have only just realised that there are almost only women on my list. It‘s not that I‘m the sort of hardcore feminist that refuses to look up to men, but they simply stand for things that I feel I am lacking myself. Getting my own mind, standing up for what I believe in, embracing my own weirdness in its full beauty… I think these are the things everyone of us is struggling with all the time. We all want to be a better version of ourselves, and I think that is the best thing we can want. Because we are good the way we are but we can change if we want to to, and if we do want to we should! And it‘s good to have someone to follow, but sometimes we also forget that we can set examples to and that maybe one small person would like to be more like us. Isn‘t that encouraging?

Lots of love from the roots of my heart!
xxx

Things I’ll always regret

Everytime I hear Edith Piaf sing «Je ne regrette rieeeeen!» I immediately remember all the things that I regret every single day. Not deep stuff, just things like, I can‘t believe I didn‘t get glasses when I was fifteen! I look so much better wearing those! So, to keep myself from doing a mistake again, I created a list in my diary a while ago (my love for lists is deep!), and today I decided to share it with you. So bear with me!

  • Not using the bathroom before leaving the house
    I always have to pee as soon as I‘m out of any building where they had toilets. I think I must run across the town on an almost daily basis to get to a store where they have free bathroom facilities (it‘s the LOEB Warehouse, in case you‘re wondering. And there‘s always a line) – just because I‘m too stubborn to do it at uni or wherever.
  • Taking a mug of tea to bed
    This already sounds like a terrible idea, yet I never learn. Today I‘ve spilled tea three times, because I constantly place it next to my feet. Smart, huh?
  • Not feeding my cat
    Not that Mr Frodo ever has to starve, but he gets really mean when he’s hungry!
  • Eating TimTam the normal way
    So, a friend recently showed me a video of Carrie Hope Fletcher eating TimTams and I will never stop regretting not having done it her way all my life. So much wasted happiness!

  • Leaving my book at home
    Never, under any circumstance, leave the book you‘re reading at home, because you think you‘re not gonna need it. I‘m taking books to parties, lectures and on hiking trips; there is nothing worse than being bored and not having a book.
  • Joining Instagram
    There’s no turning back, I’m loving it way, way too much!
  • Not telling people how I really feel
    Okay, so there is deep stuff in my diary (and it‘s not just descriptions of the taste of deep fried mars bars!). I don‘t even mean that in an exclusively romantic sense. Telling someone you love them is always the way to go, even if you‘re not in love with them. I‘m always happy to hear that I‘m not just the annoying squeaky person I sometimes see myself as. And I‘m sure others feel the same way.

So, there you go! As far as this goes, I haven‘t actually managed to change at all. Except for the TimTam thing (although, it‘s reason number three for spilling my tea today!). It‘s not a very long list, so I suppose I could just look past it and sing along to Madame Piaf!

Btw, for those of you who are not following me on Facebook, my wonderful friend Inga, who travelled the UK with me, made a gorgeous video montage of our time on the island. It‘s so worth the ten minutes, I promise!

Rien, de rien!
xxx

My Bucket List

I have recently developed a liking for lists. I‘m listing everything now. From daily routines over groceries to the number of pages I want to read in a day. Of course I also I have a Bucket List. The intention behind this particular list is not essentially getting everything done before I die – although not being dead would be a great advantage! – but rather valuing the little things more. I saw this on Megan‘s blog and really loved the idea; it also went hand in hand with this gorgeous little note that I found on Pinterest:

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Isn‘t this wonderful?! Not very ecological, sure, but it‘s so sweet! Let‘s not care about the big things, let‘s do all the things that don‘t matter because in the end they‘re the ones that matter most!

So here goes:

  • Eat Yeast Dumplings at Brasserie
  • Feed the elephants and giraffes at Hagenbeck‘s zoo in Hamburg
  • Write a book
  • Publish a book
  • Guide tourists around in Bern
  • Go to a Passenger concert
  • Visit Disneyland with Anastasia
  • Kiss someone in the rain
  • Do a cupcake decorating class in London
  • Make vanilla cookies with Samantha
  • Spend a weekend in Lübeck
  • Go diving in Utila
  • Found a bookstore
  • Travel around in Iceland
  • Visit Doctor Who Experience in Cardiff
  • Hear The Bookshop Band live
  • Learn Dutch
  • Visit Disneyworld
  • Make my own teddy bear
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  • Crochet a unicorn
  • Live vegan for a month
  • Learn Polish
  • Move out
  • Donate my hair for charity
  • Spend a day on a bus
  • Learn Czech
  • Watch Three Gifts for Cinderella in Czech
  • Read all Jane Austen novels
  • Eat cake with Kerstin Gier
  • Read Anna Karenina
  • Visit Cologne Cathedral
  • Learn the Roman numbers
  • Eat an entire jar of Nutella
  • Get on a random train and just see where it takes me
  • Visit the Frankfurt Book Fair
  • Learn how to play the O.R.E.O. song on the ukulele
  • Find the Loch-Ness monster
  • Visit Liechtenstein with Samantha
  • Buy a Samovar
  • Have coffee at Sala 33 with Sloany & Kely
  • Visit Pemberly
  • Have my hair cut by someone who doesn‘t speak my language
  • Try Butterbeer
  • Eat scones at Café Martha
  • Watch baby turtles hatch
  • Swim with dolphins
  • Visit Ojojona with Sloany
  • Read The Unlikely Pilgramage of Harald Fry
  • Create a brownie cemetery with Samantha
  • See the Lion King musical
  • Adopt a koala

There will probably be added more lovely points! 🙂 If any of you have a bucket list I’ll be very interested in reading them!

Lots of love!
xxx

Tea Time

Hello Reader!

The past few weeks I have been incredibly busy with uni assignments and my new job. It‘s all been going great, but as always there‘s just not enough time – this has absolutely nothing to do with my baking cakes instead of studying *cough* (butitwassodelicious!) and reading supernatural romance novels (I think the genre speaks for itself, really). *cough*

Today was the longest day of the week in every aspect. It started at 9 am and ended at 6 pm, I had to switch between universities at lunch time, eating my sandwich on the train from Fribourg to Bern, then spent my one hour break doing some homework. That, and my bycicle broke just when the rain and the sleet started pouring, so my lunch break was shortened by a visit to the mechanic‘s and the walk to uni. I came home wet all over and poured myself a cup of tea, and I realised that I would really like to write about tea tonight.

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Isn‘t it funny how something so small can make us see everything in perspective. How wrapping our hands around a hot mug can make us feel safe when just hours before we were feeling stressed and maybe a little bit lost, a little bit squished between the expectations of others. And isn‘t it strange that tea doesn‘t make things better at all but it makes it all bearable. And I see the little rings left on the cover of a favourite book, much like a long gone kiss, and I remember a thought, maybe that the clouds were moving very fast that day or maybe that my favourite hoodie was still in the wash, and that‘s a good thing to think about, because as long as I can worry about my hoodie and clouds, life can not weigh that heavily on my shoulders. And isn‘t it wonderful to think that it‘s something so ordinary that can make us feel settled and mend our broken heart strings?

On saturday I sat with Anna and Valentina in a darkend bedroom on the carpet, and we ate chocolate cake out of the tin. And I felt so whole. Eating cake out of a tin with a spoon is like drinking tea. It also feels a bit forbidden, it feels like the child in you is very very happy. I think that‘s what we call giddy.

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I don’t think he knows about second breakfast!

There‘s something about your old bedroom, the one you grew up in. The bedroom where you can hide under the covers to be safe from the monsters underneath your bed and where you can lie on the floor and listen to that old song over and over again, that little kingdom whose door you can slam when things don‘t go your way, where everything is yours and everything is you, the books and the CDs and the teddy bear that you hold tight at night when you‘re feeling sad or happy or both. That‘s what I feel sometimes when I change into that hoodie they only had in XXL, even though I‘m an S, with the bear ears and the bow, and when I hold that steaming mug and look down on an empty paper that is waiting to be filled with a brilliant essay on Renaissance Florence. I think we sometimes underestimate just how good it is to be warm. Nothing more.

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Lots of love!
xxx

P.S. Listen to La Pluie by ZAZ!

Sexy Books: Zoella’s “Girl Online” (Thoughts on Ghost Writing)

Hello everybodyyyy! Yes, it‘s me again! I have a cold and I have a twisted ankle, so I‘m not really up for leaving this bed anytime soon. So I decided to tell you about the book I just finished reading, namely Zoella‘s Girl Online.
It was a birthday present from my parents, and just going by the blurb on the back of the book I know exactly what made them choose this:

Under the alias Girl Online, Penny blogs her hidden feelings about friendship, boys, her crazy family and the panic attacks that have begun to take over her life. When things go from bad to worse, her family whisks her away to New York, where she meets Noah: a gorgeous, guitar-strumming American. Suddenly Penny is falling in love – and capturing every moment of it on her blog.
But Noah has a secret too. One that threatens to ruin Penny‘s cover – and her closest friendship – forever.

Blogging and anxiety seem to be two things that describe me pretty well. Add a love story to that, et voilá – perfect birthday gift! It‘s a sweet story, very full of clichés, but heart warming, and I cried at the end. So, if you need anything to read over the holidays, this is something to spend cold and grey afternoons with!

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But there‘s a catch. Apparently Girl Online was written by a ghost writer, partly at the very least. A Penguin spokesperson is quoted in The Guardian, saying,

“To be factually accurate, you would need to say Zoe Sugg did not write the book Girl Online on her own”.

From what I‘ve seen, Zoella appears to be a very lovely and talented lady and I think she has definitely earned her success so far. But I feel very strongly about her publishing a book and not having written it herself. Writing, to me, is one thing that you can‘t fake. If you‘re not good at it, if you don‘t have the time, if you don‘t have a pen – you don‘t do it. There are actors and singers who haven‘t got a clue what they‘re doing, but they have a sixpack or look like Zac Efron, and they get away with it. But you can‘t pretend you‘re a good writer if you‘re not!

Writing is exposing your heart and your soul, telling the world your deepest secrets. It‘s like walking down a street naked. And if a person publishes a book without doing that – then why do I have to do it? And let‘s say, for argument‘s sake, that I didn‘t put everything that I am into what I write – I could still be successful! But I‘d be yet another person handing out empty words, and what becomes of literature then? What happens to us if we just keep on telling stories that we claim as our own but that literally don‘t mean a thing?

And then I‘m just hugely bothered by the unfairness of it all. Of course if Zoella publishes a book, it will become a bestseller! She‘s a popular youtuber, her name will sell well. But that‘s not an excuse for anyone to get praise for something that isn‘t theirs. If her statement, „My dream has been to write a book, and I can‘t believe it‘s come true“, is true, then I don‘t understand why she would have wanted all that help in the first place. My dream is to be a writer one day, and I will work my butt off to get there. My dream isn‘t to hold a book in my hands that has my name all over it, my dream is to write that book and earn my name on the cover.

Nevertheless, Zoe Sugg does of course not deserve all the hate that has been spread over the internet in the past couple of days. Give that to cat molesters and homophobics! (of which I hope Zoella is neither!)

I hope all of you have started well into the new year!
Lots of love!
xxx

New Year’s Resolutions

Happy New Year Everyone!!!
I hope you have all had a blast last night! I’m just on my way home from lovely Salzburg where I stayed the last couple of days and I’m soon going to give you an update of my favourite cafés and bookshops!

We spent New Year’s Eve all cuddled up on our bed in the hotel room, watching an Elton John concert and eating chocolate (LOTS of chocolate), then we made our way to the Residenz Square and danced to Udo Jürgens and drank Prosecco and watched the fireworks, then I couldn’t feel my toes any more AT ALL, so we finally made our way back to the hotel and watched reruns of The Big Bang Theory until we fell asleep. It’s been nice to have a quiet and easy start into the new year, especially considering all the past years. All those nights that consisted of drinking and staying up and being young and free — to just for once be able to lie underneath a blanket with my dress still on at 1pm felt liberating!

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Without my noticing an entire year has slipped past and already I can say that one year ago I posted my first blog post on here! I think I’m just now getting the hang of it all. Blogging is an amazing experience and I’m really grateful to all the people who have been commenting or liking my posts, not to mention all the bloggerswho have sent me messages or agreed to be my ”new best friend”!

So, as I did last year, I think I should start the year off with my new year’s resolutions. There’s a few that pop into my mind straight away like, ‘have one meal a day that doesn’t consist almost entirely of sugar’ (yeah, right) or ‘don’t kiss boys that already have a girlfriend’ (although they usually don’t mention that — in that case, ‘stay away from boys who don’t mention their girlfriends’!) or ‘get homework done before it is due’ (rather than after)! Another resolution might be to stop putting things on the internet that will stop my neighbours from letting me babysit their children!
Anyway, I managed to come up with a few resolutions that might actually help me make a change in my future!

  • Get a job! (And then, who knows, maybe move out, maybe go back to Honduras, maybe employ Benedict Cumberbatch as pool boy…!)
  • Think less. Seriously, I think and think and over think and I come to absurd conclusions and then I end up making the sort of decisions only a lunatic would approve of! It’s like my brain is so wired that when it comes to actual, serious thinking it just stops. Maybe if I could stop worrying about every little thing and just be confident about the outcome of things, my brain might be able to focus again!
  • Be meaner. I am the world’s nicest person, and maybe that doesn’t need to stay like that. Maybe I can just get upset about people for once, maybe if they are too lazy to get something done I don’t have to do it for them, maybe every once in a while I can be selfish and happy and no one will hate me for it. Maybe.

 We’ll see how it all works out! What are your New Year’s resolutions? Do you even have any?
I hope everybody’s year has been as full of bliss as mine, and I wish you all the stardust and faery glitter and unicorn poop you can possibly get for this year to come!

Lots of love!
xxx

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An Austrian Adventure

So Blogmas sort of went down the hill, didn’t it? The past few days before Christmas I was just so incredibly busy with work and showing my Honduran host brother around Switzerland that I hardly got any time to do anything else. And now I’m sitting on a full train to Salzburg, Austria, Christmas lies well behind and I’m trying desperately not to feel self conscious about the fact that I’m just sitting here taking selfies.

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It being Christmas I read a few Christmas novels (I may not have time to keep up with my duties, but I’ll always find a way to steal some time for a good book!) such as ”Let It Snow”, ”My True Love Gave To Me” and ”Christmas With Billy And Me.” If we’re not to get real snow it’s nice to at least read about it. I like how all the stories are about Christmas Miracles and how we always tell ourselves that believing in those miracles is pointless because they are not real, but that sometimes they are. Like the fact that today I missed the bus by a mere second and I thought that maybe god had had it with my sillyness (like, why didn’t I just pack yesterday? Why?) and decided to let me miss my bus, thus letting me miss my train, thus having to figure out how to get to Salzburg all ove again. But I got to the station and I ran, and there was a woman standing on the platform and I shouted, so she held the train’s door open for me and I got on the train and now I’m on my way. And maybe it was just good luck and not a miracle, maybe it was just an old lady and not a heavensent angel, but maybe sometimes we have to acknowledge the fact that the universe does care about us.

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I tend to get overly anxious about things. What if I didn’t bring my passport? What if I didn’t bring it and I need to show it somewhere? What if I get into trouble bcause I can’t prove my identity? Whatifwhatifwhatif! And then there’s my thinking that if I check I will most certainly not have it, because that’s how it works. That’s how life works. Except that it’s not. It’s not because the universe or god or Zeus or Tolkien or whoever it is that you pray to at night does not want to hurt you or watch you fail. You don’t have to be religious and it doesn’t have to be Christmas for you to trust that things will turn out fine in the end. I have my passport. I checked and it’s there, and the only bad thing that has happened today was my anxiety weigh me down. And sometimes bad things happen and I don’t have an explanation for them but I take comfort in the fact that without her cancer, Hazel Grace would never have met Augustus, and without his, he would have had to live a long life without her.

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I hope that some day I can just let go of all the things that worry me and then maybe feel a little bit lighter.

I hope all of you got their own Christmas Miracles and I will talk to you very soon!
Cheers!
xxx

Blogmas: Sexiest Book Alive

BESTEST BOOK EVAAH! I am currently reading Blue Lily, Lily Blue by Maggie Stiefvater, and if I were doing the Sexy Books thing right now, this beauty would win the award for Sexiest Book Alive. Yess, it‘s alive! I can‘t believe there‘s no fandom for this, I feel like it‘s just me and my wretched feelings and a bunch of quotes hovering in my mind. But it‘s such a wonderful, wonderful book! It‘s the sort of book that makes you want to carry it around even when you‘re not reading it, and eventually you have to take it to bed with you and hope that you keep dreaming about it!

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Blue Lily, Lily Blue is the third book in The Raven Cycle. It‘s the story of a girl named Blue who was told that if she kisses her true love he will die. She then gets involved with the Raven Boys which is the nickname for the guys who go Aglionby Academy, an expensive private school. Gansey, Noah, Ronan and Adam are looking for an ancient Welsh King who supposedly is buried somewhere and has been for some hundred years. Of course she falls in love and they can‘t kiss and it sounds corny, but it‘s so well done. So far there hasn‘t been one single romantic kiss in the story, but somehow it‘s irresistibly cute!

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It‘s a sort of answer to the Twilight series. Part of Edward‘s attraction is of course his money. Obviously, he‘s gorgeous, too, but Stepheny Meyer really does like a man with a fancy car. Here, though, we have Blue and the Raven Boys; Blue who has to work multiple shifts a day to save up for college and the boys who can afford 14$ shampoo. And while Bella doesn‘t mind all that much about her boyfriend giving her a new mobile phone or a new car or simply buying her food (I wouldn‘t mind that I think!), Blue consistently puts her foot down when it comes to what she calls charity. Blue is my absolute role model, because she‘s small and weird and she bites!

Oh, and the love story! Oh gawd! The funny thing is that Gansey really doesn‘t seem all that great in the beginning when you see him through Blues eyes. Just a rich snob with a pretty face. And then he sort of grows on her, and as he does he grows on you, too. And then suddenly you realize that you love him, that strange boy.

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I think The Raven Cycle is best described by a quote used by Maggie Stiefvater herself:

“More than anything, the journal wanted. It wanted more than it could hold, more than words could describe, more than diagrams could illustrate. Longing burst from the pages, in every frantic line and every hectic sketch and every dark-printed definition. There was something pained and melancholy about it.”

Please bear with me that my life is very hard right now because I have to hand in two essays before my birthday, go to uni, go to work and be in love with Gansey! Let me know if you‘re going through the same, so we can make a Maggie Stiefvater book club!

Have a great 10th of December!
Cheers!
xxx

How Do I Get Him To Like Me?

I don‘t know! I don‘t even know how I get people in general to like me, let alone men. There is no such thing as a reliable step-by-step tutorial on how to make a person fall in love with you.

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Generally, the easiest way of getting somebody‘s attention is by being hot. Yup, it‘s that shallow! But what does that even mean? There must be guys who find botox and plastic surgery attractive, but I shudder at the thought of falling in love with someone who gets turned on by that! Then, there‘s also Irene Adler‘s definition from the second series of BBC Sherlock: „Brainy is the new sexy!“ There is not just one way to be hot, so don‘t try to be something you‘re uncomfortable with. I know that saying „just be yourself“ is old fashioned, cheesy and clichéy – but it‘s all those things for a reason. Of course John Green points out very correctly „…whose self would I otherwise be being?“, well, you can only ever be yourself, but then again, don‘t try to hide it. There is a poem by Shel Silverstein that goes:

She had blue skin
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through.
Then passed right by –
And never knew.

Take the person you like for example. Is he perfect in every way? Does he have smooth hair? Does he have blue eyes? Does he have a sixpack? Is he nice to his mum? Does he treat you like a queen? Does he want to get married and have babies? If we had to make a list of all the things our future better half has to be, we‘d never come to an end. And even if it‘s a short list, the answer to the first question will still probably be no. Maybe you‘ve always had a thing for blue eyes, but his are brown. In your head he still looks like the prince of heaven. And yes, maybe he is known to like freckles, but just because you don‘t have any doesn‘t mean you don‘t stand a chance. He‘s not actually the prince of heaven outside of your head, he‘s just another someone. And if he‘s the most popular boy ever, he‘s still just that: a boy.
Which leads me to the next point: talk to him! I should point out that my boyfriend experience is limited and I don‘t actually know what to say to guys when you want them to notice you. But always start off by saying hi. There‘s no harm in that. After a while you can throw some smalltalk in, find out a little more about his personality, etc. etc. And if after ages and ages of agony because he still doesn‘t know that to you he glitters in the sunshine, you have to tell him. I have only done this once and I must have been about thirteen, so it was a long time ago, but here‘s what I know from experience: It‘s nice to be liked. Even if the other person is not attracted to you, they will still be flattered. And just so you know, if somebody ever laughs at you for having feelings for them, that‘s just plain mean. Don‘t even bother being hurt by that!

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So, there you go! That is all the cheesyness I‘m going to give you for today! I know talking is terrible if you‘re shy, but if you‘re a nice person, there is no way people will reject you out of hand. I once told a guy I wasn‘t attracted to muggles, or at least that‘s what he heard (don‘t remember what I was initially going to say) – take that for a charming conversation opener!

Chin up, buttercup! It‘ll be fine! 🙂
Cheers! xxx

Ps. I used the masculine term for the fancied person here, but it should be pretty much the same principle whether you like guys, girls or sheep!