Ms.Matchsticks and the Machine

So, people are flawed. They lie as a coping mechanism. So, they have secrets to take to their grave. But when someone uses these weaknesses against them to put them down, that does not speak for their flaws, but the inhumanity of the other person. Ms.Matchsticks knew that. I mean seriously! How uneducated does one have to be to gaslight an education certificate?

Ms. Matchstick loved the sounds he made the second he was done. In fact that was one of the most manly and yet vulnerable moments she could ever find in him. It was familiar and it felt like home and that is all that mattered to Ms.Matchstick in the end of the day.  But, one of the worst feelings is her having to hide her heart and head because she could she it in him. He was a boy who thinks he can, not a man. Things would scare him easily.  He did have an old school charm to him though. While reading The Broken, Ms.Matchstick remembered everything that was misunderstood by him. How he shooed away her thoughts, her pleas. Sometimes, you can't just go right up and say; ' Hey! I am a little bit crazy '.  But, Ms.Matchstick tried t make up for all her issues. She made a good home for him. Made sure he had everything he needed at his reach. At least she made for the piece of self loathing shit that she was. In either case, at least Ms.matchstick's did not shy a...

As usual Ms.Matchstick gets man-explained

Ms.Matchsticks know the feminism history. And, feminism today has become such a requirement to even think of equality. But, of course, that makes Ms.Matchsticks a 'feminazi', because god forbid should she differentiate herself from a carpet. One of the worst things is when people make a big deal about her bra strap showing. Sometimes it does, given the fact that she does not have her eyeballs stuck on her bra strap. This brought her to the point that, penis holders get to bend and show the world the dark side of the moon and whip their little member out in public to take a blessed leak, but if a woman's bra shows even unintentionally, all of that is put aside to sit and converse about how a woman's pride is stacked between her legs and skin. Hasn't the world seen enough of inequality already? Do we have to sexualize daily underwear? Ms.matchsticks hated this. Hated being told to fix her clothes because apparently, a little strap scares the living daylig...

Ms.Matchsticks didn't always work in a content firm. She used to so much more, did so much more. She used wear her imaginary cape every day and roam the streets for news. Life was better than. Now, it congested in these four walls with people who basically need to go back to school. It was the seventeenth of July and tonight Ms.matchsticks her her plans as usual. She carefully disconnected her phone on her way back home, got off the internet because tonight is going to be a very, very long night. In either cases. It was the seventeenth of July. Ms.Matchstick's got home and showered and grabbed that bottle of pending vodka form her liqueur cabinet. Some times she still wakes up with flashes of the seventeenth of July, 2013. 9:30 pm, 17th July, 2013 Ms.matchsticks was actually a jr. reporter with a the local press. Life was hectic but life was moving forward and that was more than enough for her. She was putting her degree to use after all. but, the last three days...

A sense of humor is rare. Ms.Matchsticks realized that way ahead of most people she knew, in that little town she grew up in. But, a funny feminist is not usually liked. Mostly the reasons are because they end up making the same jokes that men make. God forbid should she utter the word 'penis'. Hah! Now, that's the word of the day, Ms.Matchsticks thought as she continued typing away at her screen. It's truly a miracle as to how she manages to daydream while trying to get work done. The dark clouds gathered behind her outside. It's her favorite kind of weather. Just the right amount of nippy. Maybe, she should stop by once in a while and smell the roses again. Or not. She's lazy today. The best part of having a personality disorder is that you get to juggle yourself between paradigms. Ms.Matchsticks loved thinking multiple things at a time. Who cares if he doesn't get it, its still fun to be her. Suddenly, Aryan asked her; ' Hey!? You a dog perso...

You would think that the world really cares about your trials but, honey! that ain't happening ever. Now, that's a lesson Ms.Matchsticks teaches everyone. Especially, the overly enthusiastic gremlins of hope. This time, Ms.Matchsticks found herself in one of those booby traps of an evening. You know... one of those events which you plan on bailing on for a week, to eventually get roped in by a co-worker in the last minute, kind. Such a waste of a windy, chilly evening, she thought to herself as she lightened her cigarette of the building ash, on to the ashtray. 'I could have been in my comfy bed, under my comforter reading a book. M,m may be a dirty book.....any BOOK!'.....Ms.Matchsticks almost said the last word out loud. 'Hi!' ....she heard from a remotely familiar voice but couldn't put a face to its kind. She heard again... ' 'Hi! I Think we met at the Classical Music Fest in November...right?' Now, she had to look. She saw a decentl...