The Friday Five: My Favorite Posts of the Week

*does a happy dance*

Half and Half

Each week, I list off my favorite posts from all the wonderful blogs I follow.  I mean, if I love you, why shouldn’t the rest of the world?  So, without further adieu, here are the posts that really got my attention this week!

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Single Girl Blogging: I Ain’t Sayin’ I’m a Gold Digger

Ned’s Blog: In the event of a Sharknado, find the nearest catfish noodler

This guy is hilarious.  Everyone should follow him.

Always Rebecca: Why ‘Nice Guys’ sometimes don’t get the girl

Love, love, love this.  Not that guys shouldn’t be nice, but there’s a reason why they always finish last.

Indecision May or May Not Be My Problem: Good Advice

Marriage advice exposed.  People that come to your wedding have some interesting things to say after a couple drinks.

kissmeoutofdesire: PART-TIME LOVER

Wonderful post about the difference between Friends with Benefits and an actual relationship.

BONUS: This Weekend…

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Am I good enough?

So I’ve found that I tend to stick to a pattern recently:

1. Get frustrated that I’m not getting anywhere with job applications.

2. Get some sort of response, like my CV gets sent on or someone might have something for me.

3. Freak out about it actually happening.

4. And, panic that I’m not anywhere near good enough for whatever job I might get.

It could be anything as simple as the job description needing coding (I’ve had interviews before where I found out that I wasn’t at all good enough to do programming based jobs) or it could just be my insecurities rearing their ugly heads again.

I think it all comes down to me thinking that I’m not as good as other people think, or even as good as I thought.

Like, recently I’ve heard of an opportunity to possibly get into script writing. And, even though I love writing and have had some positive feedback in the past, from people or courses I’ve done, I still can’t let myself say that I’m actually good at it. Or, say it and really mean it.

Will this hold me back? Probably.
But eventually I’ll get enough evidence to allow myself to say that I am good enough, maybe enough confidence will do it.

Only time will tell.

P.s. Apologies about the short post. I’ve been a bit busy this past week with graduation, my car breaking down, and a friend moving over from Australia. Big week I know.

Graduaation Daaaayyy, Graduaattiion Daaaeeeaaay!

That song has been running around my head for the whole day. Nonstop. It’s actually rather annoying. But so catchy.

The reason is… Drumroll please. I graduated today!

The main things I learned throughout the day were:

I shouldn’t have been so worried about tripping in front of everyone.

To be honest, when you’re up there you’re more worried about remembering to put your feet in front of each other and shaking hands with the right guy to even notice the crowd of people beside you.

My brain was mostly going ‘Just keep walking, they just said my name, keep walking. Not too fast! Now not too slow! Shake the guys hand, keep moving, shake the other guys hand. Take your certificate, no, no don’t drop it! Phew. Okay, now where the hell was my seat again?’

And it was over that quickly. Then I was just paranoid about creasing this pretty certificate with my name on it that would be framed and hung up somewhere, possibly for the rest of my life.

I shouldn’t have worried so much about staying all nice for my photo, and not hating it.

It was hot. Very hot. Like the sun had suddenly remembered that England should have been in Summer. And a big black gown really doesn’t help in that weather.

I was really glad I’d had my photo taken, with the plastic tube with a ribbon tied around it, early on. I doubt my relatives would have wanted a red faced, sweaty, version of me in pride of place in their living rooms. No one wants that.

But honestly, I really quite liked my graduation photo. My hair was doing what it was told, and my face didn’t go all red, pretty good really.

Though I think my happiness was partially down to the quality of their camera being flattering, and being able to buy airbrushing on my photos.

Yup, that’s right. Airbrushing.

If someone had told me you could buy that before I wouldn’t have worried so much about a spot showing up on the day, or my teeth looking odd on the day.

Dad: Well, that’s not really necessary is it, and it’s an extra £7.50-
Me, mum and My sister: Get it.

So that happened.

I should have dragged my parents back to the stash stalls quicker.

Yeah, so that was a bit of a mistake. The only real ramifications being an extra £4.50 in postage and 28 days wait for a ‘class of 2014’ t-shirt, but it was a still annoying.

The woman almost tried to sell us the shirts with the day after our one’s names on it… Yeah.

And I didn’t get anyone to sign my yearbook. But that was really my own fault, so we’ll brush over that. Yep, brushed away.

All in all, a good day. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much. And no, I don’t feel any different really. I still feel like I’m on a summer break, just waiting to go back to studying.

Wonder when that’ll change.

Why ‘Nice Guys’ sometimes don’t get the girl.

So this annoys me quite a bit. Partially because I’ve been on one side of my fair share of unrequited emotions from so called ‘nice guys’, and also just because of my gender. We get a fair amount of bashing for not going out with the Nice Guys. (I’m giving up the quotes, you all know what I’m talking about by now)

So let’s get on to the thought that gave me the idea for this post:

Why girls don’t like the Nice Guys, okay, not the only reason, but it’s a big one all the same:
You’re not special.

Now I know this isn’t in all cases, but it’s in a fair few so stay with me.
It’s the fact that the Nice Guy could literally like anyone who liked him. It’s almost a desperation, but it’s just a desperation to be liked. Hell, even I get that from time to time and I’m sure most of us do.

It’s like they put you on a pedestal and only see you as perfect.

That can be a boost to the confidence, someone seeing you as the best thing out there, even if it is only temporary rose-coloured glasses due to you giving them attention and possibly being open to a relationship with them. (Apologies for the run on sentence there.)
But not all girls want to be seen as perfect.

I personally want someone to see me as flawed, and love my flaws all the same, or at least most of them.

It prevents them from seeing me properly, as a whole human being. And I want someone to get to know me and like me for me all the more.

It makes you feel like you could be anyone out of the crowd. Like they could move on to loving someone else just as easily. It’s strong, but it’s also so fragile. And that’s scary; it doesn’t feel real.

It’s a thing that stems from the guy being self conscious. He needs to sort of his own confidence (which is tough as all hell to do) and then be assertive in what he wants and seeing clearly who the other person he likes is. Then he’ll stop being a Nice Guy and start being a Guy. (Though he hopefully isn’t also a friend zoning Nice Guy or else he’s a douche and you can’t easily do something about that.)

Really, all we really want is to find someone that we can spend the rest of our lives with. And that’s mostly about working well together. Love and looks can both fade, but compatibility can stay forever. God knows my parents look nothing like they did when they first got together, but they still work well together so they still have that solid base to a marriage.

I won’t leave this with a ‘just get more confidence’ sound bite. That’s not fair to anyone; it’s never that easy. But confidence grows with age and experience, so you’ll get there.

This has been another fluffy motivational and ranting blog post from yours truly. It wasn’t my intention for this blog, but that’s the direction it’s going and I usually listen to whatever my brain tells me to type. It hasn’t steered me wrong yet. (Crossed fingers)

The relief and the anticlimax.

I have officially finished my degree!

Well, I finished it a month ago, but today I found out I got a first! Alright, I’ll actually finish when I graduate in a fortnights time but that’s just being picky.

It’s nice to finally be able to say ‘I have a degree, and it’s this class.’ But at the same time, I just don’t feel the relief I thought I’d be feeling. I suppose it’s due to the fact that now I have to really get on it and find a job.

Of course, I’ll be looking to publish articles and finish my book at the same time, but as that’s so up in the air I’ll have to look for a down to earth desk job in the time being.

That’s not to say that I won’t enjoy it; I’ll be looking in the same area I did my final project on: data analysis, which I enjoyed. So it should end up being a good place for me, especially if I manage to get a place in a publishing company then contacts here I come!

I think a lot of pressure is put on graduates nowadays to find a job from basically day one after they finish their degrees. It’s forgotten that that was basically the best case scenario, now it’s seen as the standard.

Most of my friends who have finished their degrees have only managed to get a job in their field of choice at least a year after being handed that piece of paper in the big gown that no one ever looks good in.

So maybe I shouldn’t feel guilty about spending more time focusing on my writing right now. I mean, I’ll still apply for things as I go, but this is the time to really risk it and get yourself out there. If not now then when?

So off I go into the ether that is the ‘real world’. Wish me luck.