I've been thinking a lot about love. Love. WTF?
Part of me craves the romantic stuff, like cuddling under the stars and moon lite walks on the beach. Call me a cynic but I'm not so sure that kind of love actually exists. Maybe I just need a gay friend to cuddle with. Whatever...off topic.
Maybe the guys on the conspiracy theorists' website are right (scary thought): that love like that is a product of the greeting card companies to promote their products and portray unrealistic romantic ideals.:::sign:::I mean, I suppose a woman would be lucky simply to find a man that knows to take his shoes off before he gets into bed. I mean, what the hell is up with that? Do they have any idea what kind of stuff they step in everyday. I'm sorry but I do think I have the right to yell at you if you decide to sprawl out on my bed wearing you disgusting shoes with the sloppy laces and the germ orgy on the soles. Yuck.
What was I talking about?
Oh yeah. Love.
Love is just.....so......I don't know.
It makes perfectly rational people turn into complete asses. Why? WHY?
Okay. Take me. Right now I am sitting in my bedroom, listening to "I Need A Hero" from Shrek 2 for about the fiftieth time. Yeah. It's not pretty. I'm even singing. So very sad.
Around the 12th time, I started thinking of the...what do you call them? They were never actual boyfriends so they are not ex's. 'Couldhavebeen's? 'Almostwere's?
The latest "could-have-been-if-he-wasn't-such-a-complete-and-total-dick", let's just call him Brad to save time, really got to me. Not that I would ever give him the satisfaction of knowing that, though.I mean, do all men have that need for superiority over women?
It's like he needed me to need him, to be some stupid weak bimbo that couldn't figure out how to work a toaster (or something like that).
I am just so sick of trying to stifle myself to conform to what a man wants.
That's my New Year's resolution. No more conforming or changing for anyone other than myself. I'm going to be the strong, witty, intelligent woman that I am without having to worry that it will intimidate the men with the preexisting inferiority complex.