Ms.Matchsticks and the Machine

So, here is something fun today. Apparently, the world runs on some kind of brotherhood. For whatever that ever meant, thought Ms.Matchsticks. As if it's a cult upbringing between men to be told of the ties they share all through their human lives. It would be a good thing, had we been asked to join this manly club 33 too you know, Ms. Matchsticks almost said out loud. I mean, there has to be a limit to how many rooms she has to sneak out of, to avoid further collaboration with the extraterrestrial ideologies of brotherhood. Because, God forbid, what if she started to see the light in such cult ideas. Can happen. But, wait time to shove the panties in her purse and quietly eject herself from this room, she had to spend the night in. it is absolutely funny to see the force of brotherhood that settles the tug of war between sexes. Is it ever worth all of this? Isn't it easier to just nod along, Ms. Matcsticks wondered while she kissed his dog and tiptoed out. After all, ...

People usually reflect what they are inside through how they treat others. Maybe that's why Ms. Matchsticks bestow the sarcasm she does on people. Why! Why are people this stupid? Is the world never going to evolve? Are we destined to feel this super privileged knowing that there no other planet that even sustains our life cycle? Is Ms. Matchsticks the only one who realizes that? Doorbell rings* Damn it. Oh! Now she just has to lift herself up and answer that stupid ring. Hope it's not not someone she knows. She could do some good with ghosting today. Because today she will be dancing naked to ' The Tide is High' by Atomic Kittens. When did dating become a total mind maze of sorting out who's who in the line of the world's greatest emotional wreck? Penis holders are there but when did they start getting complicated. Gone are the days when men were all about sandwiches and cigars. Now they think and act and speak. That's a little too much for Ms. ...

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...