Little miss yenyenyen is back again.
I’m thinking of doing another Enid Blyton type post (like The Sky Chews Gum) but let the topics stack up first (currently have like five).
Does anyone have troubles taking themselves too seriously? Cause I can have an idea and then I drop it cause it seems like such a serious topic and I’m not qualified to talk about it.
Also I didn’t want to post anything because I felt like I had posted too much this week but then I felt stifled and decided, fuck it. I’ll post when I want here, and not by some mental time table.
Song Scenarios is the one that’ll have the order and structure. This publication is just a brain fart, that I use as a stress reliever (*cough* coping mechanism)
I want to work for a magazine. People say speak into existence and I’ll really like to write columns for magazines like Buzzfeed or
or Trybeone. I really loved Zikoko’s interview with inanimate objects series. I don’t know if they still do it. This is me speaking into existence.I read a post by
titled Short Skirt and I really loved the message of how if you call yourself something, it becomes how you’re identified. It reminds me of that trend on TikTok where they post a beautiful picture of themselves and ask what’s wrong with it and then reveal a minor insecurity. I almost always named a different insecurity than the one they had. I knew for a fact that if I saw that picture in the wild, I wouldn’t have noticed anything wrong with it. But because they said there was an insecurity, I started to look for one.Anywho, that’s not what I came to talk about (I truly am little miss yenyenyen).
So I was watching an Italian Netflix series with my mum and her sister (my aunt). The main character was a sixty year old mother of three, with her last born being eighteen years old. The series started with her eldest son cutting her off and my mother asking me why, like we both didn’t start watching the series at the same time. Then the backstory started.
The woman, met a guy who was about thirty years old. He was young and made her feel like she was young again. That’s not the issue. The issue is the convenience at which he entered her life. The speed at which he moved their relationship. The fact that all three kids investigated this guy and found out that he’s a liar and has been declared bankrupt by multiple banks in other countries.
Which bring us to our topic. Is love truly that blind?
I had always heard the phrase ‘Love is blind’ since I was a kid. I never understood what it meant. Initially, I thought it meant that an unattractive person could be attractive to you due to love. The more I grew, the more bits and pieces came to me about the meaning of that phrase, but I think the true meaning slammed into me while watching that series with my mom and aunt.
Because after everything was uncovered- he lied to her that he was rich, he lied to her that he lived in like an exquisite hotel but meanwhile, he lived in a boat- she still kept going back to him. She ate up his lies, ate up his coverups and manipulations and went ahead to say that her family just didn’t want her to be happy.
WHAT?
She met his mom. His own mother told her that the son is bad news, that she should run and do you know what this drunk-in-love woman did? She asked him why his own mother would say that. And guess what? He fed her more lies.
Like ma, you’re sixty. You should know better. I get wanting to be desired again by somebody but are you that attention starved? That horny?
My own mother, using that as a teaching moment, said this phrase: “The worst person to advice is a woman in love”
We had to go out so we paused the series and I never finished it but as for where I stopped, she had given this young boyfriend control over her assets and made him an equal head of the hotel she managed. A man who was clearly a con artist.
My mother’s phrase has hit me since. Because no one is more stubborn than a woman in love. We’ve all seen it. You pick up on red flag behaviors of your friend’s boyfriend and them, being oblivious to it because they have justified the behavior, makes you look like the bad person and for some reason will see the behavior the moment they break up with the guy.
It happened to me once and I didn’t even notice it immediately I ended with the guy. I noticed the subtle manipulations whilst telling my friend about the guy. I would relay a memory and then I’m like ‘Oh shit’ (this guy did me dirty sha, we thank God for my current boyfriend)
Because believe it or not, we all do stupid things for love. We loosen our boundaries just to not have that one person leave you. We take the shit we would advice other people not to take, because we’re stubborn.
I’ve been stupid. You’ve been stupid.
But how do we recognize it?
That love blindness.
I would say listen to unbiased opinions of people you consider your friends. Take their advice objectively. If you’re close to your parents enough to talk to them about love, listen to their advice too because they’ve been through this.
It can be hard. As humans, its sometimes hard to believe our sense of perception is wrong but love chemicals mess with that shit like crazy, so its best to listen to someone who doesn’t have those love chemicals and has your best interest at heart.
Why did this topic come to my head sef? I think I saw a TikTok or something about a girl defending a guy for his bad behavior after her comment section pointed it out.
I think I have yapped enough (I really hope I made sense because I personally don’t think I did).
Time to beg my dad to give me money to go NYSC shopping.
I pray he answers me.
Have a great weekend. Beg your parents for money if you’re too afraid to rob a bank (I’m never letting go of my agenda)
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Toodles (time to use all my creative juices to title this newsletter)
The clarity you get when re-telling stories of a red-flagged boyfriend is quite unmatched lol.
It’s like you finally see things in a different light.
At one point while telling my friend the story, I was like:
Was I mad?😂 because wtaf 😭
This happened like 5 years ago and I’ve learned a lot since then.
A 60 year old woman being that stupid in love is just what it is “stupid”
This underscores the saying: age is just a number😂 because I can categorically say I can’t be that foolish again, and even the one time I was a fool for love, I still wasn’t “that” foolish 😭
Love shouldn’t be blind please. Open your eye and see the love well, before they rub pepper and salt inside.
Lol, I had an idea to react to people's relationship dilemma in a letter, but that's YouTube stuff. Your post just made me realize how love can make people mad because even blind people can see nasty behavior abeg😂