If I Was a Rich Girl

I was sitting and watching First Dates Hotel the other night, and they featured an 87 year old multi-millionaire. He was the epitome of old-man goals! He was fit, funny, charming and way too blasé about the fact he had the income to rival a small country! He even offered his date, as a flirtatious side-note, to move to the Bahamas with her. I mean, if that doesn’t scream sugar-daddy, I don’t know what does! As someone who has had to come to terms with the fact that she will never be in a pay-grade high enough to even joke about moving to the Bahamas, I like to live vicariously through the riches of others.

And so, it got me thinking… If I had enough money to match someone’s phone number, what would I actually do with it? Now, I’m not talking about all the boring, and sensible things that I could do, like reinvesting and stocks and blah blah blah, or donating to charities and helping those in need… I am talking, splurges that I would make!

I think, first of all, I would pay for an around the world holiday, for me and my partner. We could just drop everything, and gallivant around countries I have never even heard of! We could try wines that come with dust on the bottle, eat food that is ridiculously priced, and explore town’s that look like they belong in movies. I would book my flight’s as I go, and not plan anything more than a week ahead of me, leaving the excitement of the next adventure lingering for as long as possible. I would go to the heights of Machu Pichu, the cool streets of Cuba, the amazing waterfalls of Bali and everywhere in between. I would spend a winter in New York, a summer in Europe, an autumn in Australia, and a spring in Asia. I would be living that Instagram dream!

After that though, it’s hard to say… I know I would treat my friends and family to amazing gifts! I would make up for all the times when I haven’t had enough money to scrape something together for their birthday or Christmas. I would buy a house, or two, with stunning homewares! I am talking Zara home and Habitat level… Yuh, I know, luxurious! I would buy a dog or two, that could, of course, run around in my huge back garden, and cool off in our own swimming pool. I know that I would buy life things. Nothing extravagant like boats or cars, just things that make living comfortable…

That’s not to mention, my hair and nails, and clothes would always be on point… Got to be selfish sometimes!

And then, at the age of 87, like the old man off First Dates, I would drop everything and move somewhere fancy. I would make sure my kids are comfortable and happy, and then fuck off somewhere sunny to live out the rest of my days… what a dream!

But oh so swiftly, I crash back to reality, and realise that I have about 5 quid to last me until the end of the week, and only tinned soup to eat in the cupboard. Well, I guess I better start buying some lottery tickets then…

Why do We Do It?

Before you read any further, I would like to put a disclaimer out there that this is not a post to bash anyone, or a statement of feminism, or any other sort of extreme view on worldly issues. It’s not. It’s just something I have been thinking over the past few days, and thought I would just put my thoughts on a page, nothing more, nothing less.

Over the past few weeks, it has been a common occurrence to hear about girls, women, my friends and their relationship problems. We all have them, and it’s totally fine! But, when women are staying with people who treat them like absolute shit, or make them unhappy, or even when they are single, and make it their mission to find boys (or girls for that matter), it makes me feel all shrivelled up inside. I don’t really know how else to put it, but it’s that feeling where your stomach just tenses up in frustration, and anger, and sadness all at the same time.

This is not to say that I am being biased to my friends, because I feel this to be the case for anyone, boy or girl, single or not. It is horrible to watch people become a lesser version of themselves because of how their partner and/or friend is treating them. You deserve so much better than to surround yourself with people who fill your head with negative thoughts. Don’t be with a person who doesn’t support you, doesn’t make you feel like who you want to be, and more importantly, doesn’t give you those warm and fuzzy’s inside!

I know this is nothing ground breaking. My thoughts aren’t original, and probably, maybe, naive even. It is probably so much easier said than done, but I just wish that people could see how fucking great they are, and didn’t settle for situations they don’t deserve.

Take Ella, for example. She is a top girl (totally made up, but just follow along)… She is funny, smart, beautiful in her own quirky way and most importantly, a strong woman. She finds a boy. Let’s call him Jake. At first it’s cute, and flirty, and they tag each other in memes on facebook all the time. Things are looking peachy… Then a month or so passes by, and they become comfortable. Jake starts to let slip comments about her physical appearance, he says she looks fat in that dress, that she shouldn’t wear those jeans, that she should go to the gym. So, Ella goes to the gym, and starts to change herself for someone else. Jake never comments on her efforts, but instead, says he can’t notice anything. He starts to tell her that she couldn’t find any better than him… He starts to fuck with her head to the point that Ella isn’t that funny, smart, beautiful girl anymore, but a tired, shy version of herself. I’m sure you get the picture, and you all want to metaphorically punch Jake in the mouth. You all want to grab Ella by the shoulders and tell her to get the hell out of there!

I want every person out there who reads this… or doesn’t… to know how brilliant you are! Don’t let the Jakes of the world pull you down and treat you like shit. You are the shit! You are so much better than what the Jakes deserve, and don’t let anyone tell you any different. That goes for friends as well, only let the Ella’s of the world into your life. No one has time for douchey Jake’s bullshit…

Live your days with your friends, and embracing each moment, not doing things for other people! If you’re out at a club with your squad, you dance with your squad and be with your squad. Don’t go hunting down the nearest pack of boys in the hope of finding the one. No one wants to tell their kids that ‘mummy and daddy met in a club, and got so drunk that they couldn’t remember each other’s names in the morning.’

Enjoy you, enjoy your mates, and let life do it’s thing, because you are fucking great!

To quote the biblical Beyoncé, ‘If you’re independent, I congratulate you’.