I can do emotional too.

Telling a girl to stop being emotional is like telling Ali G to behave or men to stop peeing in public! In other words its basically impossible. But there are some emotions that I'v noticed in my fellow ladies and myself that are just so unproductive it hurts.

1. Jealousy
Case scenario. You are browsing thru your favourite social network fb and you are going thru someone's pics...LO and behold...there are pictures of your friends at a party having so much fun and even tho u r no longer in the same country no one bothered to tell you about it! Or the guy you'v been watching (read stalking)..is in the arms of a pretty girl Who's name u only see when she too comments on his status! Or...a reunion u couldn't attend due to exams/expense or otherwise. Or once again, Jane 'has a hangover after another great night wit the girls. Love u guys!' But u keep clicking onto Jane's page to see what she did last night. This is called Jealousy. Its really pointless. Embrace the life u have. People exaggerate everything. The butterfly is on the wheel. One day u'l be out and Jane wil be looking for a job. Dont judge the guy wit the chick. How many pics have u taken wit guys u dint like? And be patient. U'l make it to the next reunion.

2. Bitterness
The one where you hate a girl who 'stole' your boyfriend in 1998. You wil NEVER forgive her, u promise. Even tho u are both married wit a baby on the way. Or another scenario is if she went out wit your ex before u got over him. Or you know the usual story! One sentence can describe this emotion. Its like swallowing poison and expecting the other person to die. Its extremely silly. Get over the whole thing! The last useles emotion is

3. Fear
Never be scared to do the things you dream of. Fear cripples us. The bible has the words 'do not fear' over 250 times. Ever wonder why? Because you really shouldn't fear! Fear and worry are cousins. Stay away from them both. God wants up to be happy. To reach our full potential and ultimately to live our lives for his glory.

When weak, just smile!

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