“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer”.
I hope I’m not misquoting whoever came up with this ridiculous notion. A notion that when uttered in context might make complete sense and not just be a maleficent, jealous-sounding phrase.
Unfortunately, that is what it’s become. Keeping a closer eye and spending more of your brain power on people who might cause you harm; toxic friends, manipulative lovers or sarcastic co-workers can all be seen as the real baddies in your everyday life. But it seems these aren’t the people who the phrase often refers to.
Instead, I’ve heard so many people (particularly women in my experience) use it as a form of revenge-seeking after their other half has liked someone’s Instagram photo or spoken to the ‘wrong’ person at a party. ‘Keep your enemies closer’ being a personal mantra and an excuse for watching over this person’s every move on social media or even becoming ‘friends’ with them purely to know what they’re up to. Why spend the energy even giving your so-called enemies the time of day?
If you have reason not to trust someone close to you, look at them rather than the third party.
I think the phrase should be used in a more abstract fashion. Taking learnings from the people who have actually hurt you, forgiving them in your mind and using their mistakes as a silent reminder that you are a stronger person for it.
London is my marmite. I’ve lived in the same house here my whole life. I say London I mean Croydon. London doesn’t want to claim us and nor does Surrey so I pretty much live in limbo and *spoiler alert* there are no pros to living in Croydon apart from the fact you can get pretty much EVERYWHERE else easily.
For the sake of this post, I do live in London and I have the biggest love/hate relationship with this wonderful, bustling city, so let’s get down to business.
I’ve just turned 25 and everyone around me seems to be moving into their own place, getting engaged or securing their dream job. I wouldn’t say I feel like I’m stuck in a rut just because I’m still living at home, because I’m more than happy where I am and so so grateful that I’m able to live with my parents.
Not all men. How does this help the 13-year-old girl in her school uniform being glared at by a much much older man on the train? How does this stop that man from putting his hand down his trousers and touching himself while staring at that same girl?
So I know I am still a 20-something and probably haven’t taken some of this advice myself yet but I was inspired to write this by a similar post I saw online. Growing up is hard and these are just my thoughts on the crazy journey that is life.
I’ve always been a quiet human. I’ve overcome a lot of worries and push myself every day to gain confidence and be a friendly, open person. When I was little, I was painfully shy and wouldn’t want to talk to unknown members of my own family let alone strangers, always hiding behind and holding onto the back of my mum’s knees. I would never speak up for myself and though I was never bullied, I was pretty much a push-over as my silence made me seem weak.
London is my home-town, South South London to be precise. I adore it with all my little heart and all the wonders it has to offer. And most of all – the food. I am so glad I have people around me who share in my love of food and who will join me. So here is the first half of my list of the top ten places I have stuffed my face in this beautiful city and would suggest to you to do the same! Sidenote: these are in no particular order so just go visit them all.