A Bundle Of Contradictions

“It is a truth, universally acknowledged, that misunderstandings are sure to make a grand mess out of things.” - From the ultimate classic novel on misunderstandings, Pride and Prejudice You know what’s the root cause of the most destructive wars and disputes?

Misunderstandings.

You know, the time when you say X and the other person interprets it as Y and then they botch things up until everything is broken beyond repair.
The saddest part is, there is no way of knowing that misunderstandings are about to happen. There are no formulas, no reconciliation statements, nothing.
There’s no way you get an alert on your phone or mail, saying, “MISSION ABORT! MISSION ABORT! THIS PERSON THINKS YOU ARE CONVEYING EVERYTHING IN THE WRONG WAY!”
Misunderstandings, to put it simply, are like rising volcanoes. There’s no process, no system. Boom! They just happen.
And you know what the worst part is?
You really cannot control how the other person chooses to interpret your actions. You really have no w…

Statutory Warnings Before I Start Writing This Post: 
a)Remember that I am still a seventeen-year-old and I am very, very inexperienced in life. I still have to do a lot of things and get life's tragic blows. 
b)Also, keep in mind that it’s a free world and I am allowed to express my opinions. 
c)     Yes, I have done my bit of research. Correct me if I'm wrong with the facts. Do not correct me if you think that I'm a dominating militant "feminazi".
What comes to your mind when I say the word 'feminism'?
Come on now, think a bit. Use those grey cells of yours into some good use!
I'm sure the words like 'rights', 'equality' and 'females' would have come to your mind, right?
Yet, according to a lot of people, feminism is a movement which promotes hating men.
They think that feminists are bitter, grudging women who absolutely, positively loathe the fact that they are not above men and who wish to dominate the world according to their…

Since Valentine’s Day is around the corner, I thought this post was long overdue.
A word of advice before I start with this:
I’m not the kind of girl who’s into hearts and flowers and all that mush.
(Ew. That made me sound like Christian Grey)
Anyway.
I’m not the kind of a girl who’s interested in getting cuddly-cuddly teddy bears. I’m not the kind of girl who’s interested in going to dates to a romantic restaurant like Madame Puddifoot’s. I’m definitely not the kind of girl who loves to advertise how much she loves her people.
Oh, and like my mother and my grandmother (that is, my mom’s mother), I hate getting hugged.
There are so many reasons I can give as to why it’s a very, very bad idea to romance me.
A.If you buy me teddy bears, I’d give them to my one-year-old cousin:
Yep. It’s true. It’s not that I don’t like teddy bears. But I like my Pluto stuff-toy the best. He’s been my companion for the past sixteen years, gifted to me by my uncle.
My one-year-old cousin, on the other hand,…