I want to be complex, not complicated.

Everyone has that one person in their life, you know; that one person. In fact, if you just have one complicated person in your life, consider yourself lucky. According to most guys, the word complicated is defined as every single girl that lives and breathes. There probably aren’t any guys reading this so maybe it’s a safe environment to say that girls actually don’t exactly understand what goes on behind that facade of eat, sleep, game and girls. “Babe, what are you thinking about?”  Has your girl ever asked you that? Annoying, isn’t it? Well, maybe it’s because she actually doesn’t know what you’re thinking, mind blowing. Men expect us to gather all of the information from what their expression is or what they say, compute it all in our heads and interpret what it all really means. But wait, then you get mad at us saying we overanalyse or overthink things. Maybe boys, maybe you aren’t as simple as you think you are. But the question is, are us girls as complicated as you think we are? Some of us probably are.

“I’m a girl, what do you expect?” Excuses, excuses, excuses. “It’s that time of the month.” I’m not going to sit here and be a hypocrite, so let me just clarify and say that unfortunately, I catch myself doing this sometimes too. Is it because we’re so complicated to the point that we don’t even know what’s going on in our own minds that we feel the need to justify it by using those silly phrases? Probably.

As I sit here writing this, I’m thinking; what are the consequences of being complicated? Also, is being complicated a personality trait that we’re born with, or is it something that we develop overtime, a habit. Let’s break it down here. Do you have that friend, who seems to have 99 problems but normality isn’t one of them? Every time they hit you up, you’re bombarded with their struggles. Most of the time, giving them advice is pointless because the sad truth is; they won’t listen anyway. I don't want to be that friend, it’s exhausting. I want to be someone that my friends can depend on, I want my the people that I love to enjoy being in my presence. Of course, this is what I want. I’m not perfect.

Am I telling you to lay all your cards out on the table, all day everyday? To tell everyone around you exactly how you’re feeling and exactly what you’re going through to everyone around you? No. Complexity is the key. What’s complex? Complex is sophisticated, complex is intelligent, complex is mature and complex is classy. The ability to harness your emotions and control your thoughts. It’s difficult, it takes time to train yourself to be able to do so, but it’s definitely possible. Please don’t misunderstand what I’m trying to say, harnessing your emotions does not mean suppressing them, you’d go insane.

Complications are dramatic, are you someone who is constantly getting yourself involved in drama, even if it has nothing to do with you? Complicated is too much to handle and it takes a toll on the people around you, it’s exhausting and impossible to understand. With all of that being said, it’s .. a choice. It’s a choice to pause, gather our thoughts and realise that it doesn’t have to be that complicated.

This is a post inspired by a sermon by Holly Furtick called "The Orchid and the Oak Tree"

A bunch of thoughts splattered onto a blog post, enjoy!

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