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As I'm pondering on my lazy day, the telly blares out advert after advert that usually doesn't affect me whatsoever. 

Until this "Pringles advert brings you the VOTED best snack of the year"

Im sorry, what?

Who the HELL decides what the best snack of the year is? Is there some fat bloke sitting at home, filling out questionnaires with one hand and munching every flavour of Walkers with the other as part of his career? Some career. 

Fucking adverts.

Hmm.

You know what?

This blog HAD intentions to flex my journalistic lingo, and yet what a shocker it's becoming a self indulgent rant of my social entities.

If you can't beat em...

ANYWHO, I wanted to share my views on the world through my own articles, but I also want to write something a little bit personal every day. So if an idea pops up in my head then FINE it'll be faster on here than you can say butt-kiss.

Until then I'd just like to share just a piece of my noggin with the world, because that's what helps me sleep at night. Not knowing that one day people believe we will finally have world peace, but what I'm having for breakfast tomorrow. Unless something happens in your own back yard don't rant to me that I don't care. I just pretend it's not happening.

So the topic that has been grating my cheddar these past few days is judgement. Who gets to judge in this world, why were judged and who deserves a second chance.

I'm not a very wise person, I have made my mistakes many a times when it comes to guys. But picture this please if you will.

A friend you know has a rather seedy background when it comes to men, a bit of a floozey past one might say. So when you hear a rumour about her that she's done the dirty with someone in a bit of a desperate manner, you couldn't help but believe that rumour right? After all giving her past reputation this rumour is a walk in a park to her and a bit of banter to the rest of the world.

But stop! Think.

Now imagine your that girl. Every day you live, you live with your regrets. Sometimes the things you've done in the past are funny to yourself and others. After all your young right? You have to live a little. But soon that lifestyle begins to wear a little thin. Your tired of people walking out of your life quicker than they walked in. You have to ask the question to yourself every day why your not longer lasting material. So you stop, you enjoy the other aspects of your life, burying this reputation that was drowning you with regret and you get on with things. Until one day a rumour is said about you, and for once in your life you know it's not true. But the people around you don't. The banter starts again except this time, you know in your heart your being judged for the person you use to be. 

So who gets to judge this person? Someone who doesn't have as much as a past as hers? 

And why is it that we ourselves believe in change, that we can change who we use to be and yet we can't trust that others than change themselves. What makes us any different from other people? If an absolute player decides to change his or her ways, can anyone other than himself really believe him?

I use to think action speaks louder than words. But no ones really been looking, nobody's noticed the person I left behind and the person I want to be. 

So for now, I'll carry on with my life, and I hope to make up my own mind about people rather than judge them on past experiences because the word hypocrite comes to mind.

Whose the more insecure sex?

The answer must be us females right? We're constantly striving for perfection, whether is be in career, body or love. We want the perfect boyfriend, house, job and social life. Without one would make us a lesser person.

At least thats what were fed in the magazine industry anyway.

See for me, I'm pretty content with myself. I am an ordinary girl that has her moments of chubby anxiety and career worries, but apart from that Im rather collected when it comes to the single scene.

A few things has happened to me though that makes me question just how secure the opposite sex feels about themselves. A few (not all) guys i've met these past few months have filled up my mobile inbox with messages unread or unanswered, and yet they still text. 

Back in the day wasn't it the girl that was waiting for the guy to call or text? These days I'm complaining how much a guy is paying attention to me rather than the opposite.

Now don't make me out to be some sort of egotistical goddess. I am sure there are some girls out there who have without a doubt been through what i've been through, and I'm nothing special.

Meeting a guy for the first time should be exciting, the possibility of a few dates and getting to know someone should be all butterflies. And yet recently I don't even reach the first date because I'm bored of them cramming up I'm o2 bill already.

Maybe it's me, maybe I am a commitment phobic. With my past record it's no surprise I think little of the opposite sex. One of my ex's actually pretended to have broken up with his girlfriend to be with me, only for me to discover her belongings in "his apartment." Rather than lurk in the shadows I confronted the girl and turns out they never broke up. Funnily enough last  I heard of them there engaged. 

The ex however, was so insecure that his girlfriend was cheating on him, that he went off and did the same. Although he discovered that the rumours were true, he still couldn't bear to be by himself. He needed the trophy wife along with his other materialistic possessions so he could feel secure in life. 

I guess we're all just as bad as each other.