Why?

Why? Because.. And then I start making excuses and saying things that are unreal to beautify the actual reality, and the toll goes to the truth.

Because truth is agly, is bitter or bitter-sweet?, or unhappy, gloomy; truth isn't what the other usually want to hear, or read, or sea. Again, because truth is hard to eat up and if it goes to stomach, then most of the times, you have a stomach-ache.

Till recently, I didn't know that all people have two brains! One inside our head and the other inside our belly. Some have a flat belly and others have a plump belly. Mine belongs to the latter category, and I've noticed a long time ago that it warns me when something is going bad. It could be by a bad food I ate or an info that I couldn't digest, or something, like a situation, that wasn't O.K. for me. Every single time, it ached, as a warning or as an outcome of an event.

Why do we care what others think about us? Because we want approval. We want to be liked, and want to be accepted, to fit in. Again, why? What are we trying to hide by that pretending to be something that we aren't?

For instance, I used to sign up as a housewife. Best wishes, Eleni Maleviti, housewife. On my way here, I read some people who wrote that being writing something beside my name, it restricts me.

So I stopped. To be continued.