So I just need a vacation from life. Even though I'm 100,000,000,000,000,000x more adjusted and happy and emotionally balanced than I had been through the last hellish year and a half, I'm still "catching up." But what am I "catching up" on? I don't need more bad hair days, more PMS days, more days when I'm convinced my body is made up completely fat.
On that topic, I know I'm not hideously overweight. There are just some days when the fat that I do have seems to have grown exponentially. Sometimes I wish that I could just move my fat around to different places on my body. For example, I wish I could move the fat in my love handles to my boobs. Then my boobs would actually be bigger than my, what I like to call, "side boobs" and my pooch wouldn't matter anymore.
As I read over that last paragraph, I threw up in my mouth a little. Girls are so dumb! Ok, not so general, I'M so dumb. Why does it matter what size my boobs are? Oh! I know why! And that brings me to another subject that I've been wanting to rant about: Our obsession with having "a guy."
One of my friends just was dropped pretty rudely by a guy she had been dating. Sure, they had only been dating and for not very long either. But it still hurts. What irks me is what people began telling her to do. "Just move on and find another guy." Just find another guy? I'm sorry, but that just makes it sound like any guy would do, no matter how much of a slimebag he is. What do we expect from those "any guys?" We expect every man to have the potential to be the man of our dreams? Impossible! Here's the problem that attitude sets up. Either the guy is a complete jerk and we're shocked and hurt because we applied some standard to him that would have made us reject him in the first place. Or, the guy is the man of our dreams and we treat him just like "any guy?" You know, I hate it when men objectify women and treat them like sex objects or house maids or whatever. But we do the same thing. We treat guys as if they are things for us to use to make us feel better. Guys aren't chocolate bars or therapy sessions. They're people. They're just as screwed up and just as wonderful as people can be.
So, what's the moral? Set your standards high. Don't let slimy bastards into your life just because you need "any guy." But be realistic. When Mr. Wonderful is staring you in the face, don't expect him to be just like "any guy" expect him to be human and unique and different. Learn about who HE is. Don't make generalizations about how GUYS are.
*curtsey, exit stage right*
On that topic, I know I'm not hideously overweight. There are just some days when the fat that I do have seems to have grown exponentially. Sometimes I wish that I could just move my fat around to different places on my body. For example, I wish I could move the fat in my love handles to my boobs. Then my boobs would actually be bigger than my, what I like to call, "side boobs" and my pooch wouldn't matter anymore.
As I read over that last paragraph, I threw up in my mouth a little. Girls are so dumb! Ok, not so general, I'M so dumb. Why does it matter what size my boobs are? Oh! I know why! And that brings me to another subject that I've been wanting to rant about: Our obsession with having "a guy."
One of my friends just was dropped pretty rudely by a guy she had been dating. Sure, they had only been dating and for not very long either. But it still hurts. What irks me is what people began telling her to do. "Just move on and find another guy." Just find another guy? I'm sorry, but that just makes it sound like any guy would do, no matter how much of a slimebag he is. What do we expect from those "any guys?" We expect every man to have the potential to be the man of our dreams? Impossible! Here's the problem that attitude sets up. Either the guy is a complete jerk and we're shocked and hurt because we applied some standard to him that would have made us reject him in the first place. Or, the guy is the man of our dreams and we treat him just like "any guy?" You know, I hate it when men objectify women and treat them like sex objects or house maids or whatever. But we do the same thing. We treat guys as if they are things for us to use to make us feel better. Guys aren't chocolate bars or therapy sessions. They're people. They're just as screwed up and just as wonderful as people can be.
So, what's the moral? Set your standards high. Don't let slimy bastards into your life just because you need "any guy." But be realistic. When Mr. Wonderful is staring you in the face, don't expect him to be just like "any guy" expect him to be human and unique and different. Learn about who HE is. Don't make generalizations about how GUYS are.
*curtsey, exit stage right*
