Have you heard of these books: “Why Men Love Bitches?” or “Why Men Marry Bitches?”? Have you read any of them?
Ok, I’ve read the first and I found it really interesting. It’s a fun and useful guide, comparing the Nice Girl with the Bitch one. The HUGE message, I squeezed out of it? Be a “Bitch”!
First, what does it even mean? In the book context, means: (ta ta ta) being a strong, independent, intelligent, self-confident woman. It means to stick to your own values and principles, not to trade-off your dignity for mere volatile and superficial attention (affection). It means knowing your self-worth and that you have all the rights in the world to be respected, treasured, loved and cherished. And the very first one who needs to realize this, is, YOU!
I admire genius, a gift embedded in our genes. Sometimes it looks so insignificant and small that is underestimated, underdeveloped and left to be forgotten. Sometimes we even fail to recognize what is within, being so busy with our own schedules, planning and programming things for ourselves and others, that the fragile potential fails to overcome obstacles… Sometimes we are too envy and jealous of others’ genius that we deliberately choose to deny, hide the truth due to our little schemes and fear of competition that will ruin some chances for success or growth or whatever… However sometimes, this gift is so huge and powerful that emerges and becomes unstoppable, unbearable and burning like an acid to those who loathed it and tried to kill it.
I admire genius, in whichever form it comes to life from our human shells and transform the world through science, engineering, art, literature in every way possible… because if I can’t be one, I can learn from it.
Today I shall mention, one of my favorite authors. I admire Ayn Rand for her strength, her beautiful mind, her creativity, her individualism, most importantly for making me believe that my mind and soul have the power to transform my life and see the outcome of my efforts. Her books made me realize what’s hidden within us and that it so close but not that easy to grasp…or see.
“The Fountainhead”, it left me with a huge book hangover. It inspired and motivated me up to the point that I could literally feel my heart swollen with pride and overwhelmed with adrenaline running fast through my veins. I admire it and I hate it, for this strong influence it had over me.
A single man in a world turned against him…
I admired even more the 3 volumes of “Atlas Shrugged” which besides the book hangover left me speechless and yet I hate the feeling of such strength transforming me inside out…
A man against the world, who “kidnaps” one after the other the brightest minds of humanity, leaving it helpless and desperate…
Anyway it’s not hatred, I know what it is. It’s internal judgemental inertia (that’s what I call it) due to prejudice, procrastination and reluctance to admit the truth. Sometimes I can’t help but be victim of my own traps, but at least I am conscious enough to acknowledge their presence and therefore control them.