Happiness and Women

I think it must be really difficult being a woman as there are a number of things that must be constantly going through her head, no matter how big or small it is. She is always aware of who is checking her out and who is following her. She knows whether her lipstick smeared or her kohl has smudged. If her tee is untucked from behind or if the fringe of her hair is falling exactly at the desired angle from her forehead towards her eye and if the volume of the fringe is perfect or not. Is the hand bag's (which should be called the hand baggage keeping in mind the size of those things these days) label clearly visible to the other chic passing by her. She needs to keep in mind that the typing speed on her cell phone should not be fast enough to damage the tip of the nails. Her steps should be quick enough to show an urgency in her walk but keeping her high heels from breaking. When sitting in a cafe, pretending to read a book, her lip should have a pout, which should not seem like she is trying to kiss the coffee mug but enough to boil interest in the guy sitting on the opposite table, while making sure that she doesn't make eye contact with him. She is to smile looking at her phone at least once in every five minutes even if the God damn gadget is out of power and switched off, so that nobody realises that she is alone and bored.

This is the price that a woman is willing to pay, because this makes her feel happy. And as we all know, happiness comes with a price tag.

According to her:

She is either fatter than her gym partner or more petite than her gym trainer making her eat less or work out more. She is either in a relationship where she's putting in too much effort to make things work out or she's in a relationship where she lacks space and privacy. She never has clothes for a party which she realises just minutes before leaving. She is always upset after a great evening or a lovely dinner because her man gave the waitress 50 bucks more than she deserved as a tip. She keeps nagging about her computer not because she is tech-illiterate but because her colleague's computer is better and faster. She sleeps early at nights because she is tired, but her man sleeps early because he did not want to talk to her. She watches movies and soaps because these are emotional, sensitive, heart-touching and requires hard work to be made whereas football players or cricketers are a bunch of lunatics always running behind a silly ball. She is always happy after buying an expensive dress till she gets to know that her neighbour bought a more expensive dress. She starts hating her newly bought pair of shoes if they are being sold at a discounted rate at the end of season sale. She feels disgusted if she is eve teased and feels unattractive if no one notices her when she goes out. 

The life of a woman is that of struggle and endeavour to be happy. But a happy woman seems to me a myth. She is never happy nor content. She is always at the receiving end of life's misery. 

A man gives many question marks, however, a woman is a whole mystery.  ~Diana Stürm