If we, women, were men, many of us would definitely not want to write to ourselves. Yes, it sounds bold. But admit it: in the place of a man, you would also scroll through yourself. No offense. Just honestly.
Boring. Without a spark. Without rhythm. Without the desire to see, feel, reach out 🤷‍♀️Too correct. Or too similar. “I'm looking for love” - but without a hint of live emotion 💔“I am honest, faithful and kind” - but for some reason even the photo does not look into the eyes 📸 Selfie in the elevator, a list of qualities, expectations from a “real man” - and where are we ourselves?
Paradox: we want a man to want to know, understand, invest. And sometimes we ourselves don’t even try to be interesting. Not sexy (that’s another conversation 😉), but alive. Sounding. Breathing. The kind after which you want not only to like, but to hang out 🌀
Men get tired of emptiness no less than we do. From templates, from the “correct”, from the endless “hi, how are you” without a soul 🫥 From women who seem to be waiting to be saved, entertained, pulled into reality, where it will finally become interesting 🛟
But interesting starts with us 🌶️
So if I were a man, I wouldn’t write to myself. But being a woman, I can change this. Not for someone else. For myself. To sound 🎤
And you, reading this, are you ready to read those who sound?..
Katya💕