As promised I am putting some details about the Christmukkah I attended on Saturday night. It was great! Let's move on. Ok, so I won't end it so abruptly. I'll spill some more. We got there and the place was pretty full, altough I felt like an outsider for most of the part. I met this guy. Paul Sanders, he is an attorney (like whoa), pretty cute, and we talked and flirted, but just like it started, it ended. No number, no AIM, nada. Now, I wouldn't of been soo annoyed if this hadn't occured the night before. Yes, you heard right. Rejected twice in a row. Seriously, I am beginning to think that there is something completely wrong with me that I can't see and so I make up this illusion that I can get a guy, but then it slaps me in the face and laughs as they leave. And another thing, why the hell do have to rely on how many guys' attention I get in order to feel good about myself? Why do I have to depend on them in order to feel good? Why do I let these stupid societal expectations get the best of me and define my life while I know that I am perfectly content with myself? However, it has been hammered into my brain froma young age that women are nothing without men and in order to know our value we must look at the man we have by our side (or should I say infront of us). It's this kind of thinking that makes us the weaker sex, the needy ones, the ones to be protected. Well, you know what, FUCK THAT SHIT!!! I am not a total feminist, and why do I have to be considered a feminist if I believe that all those double-standards we have should be destroyed. You don't see me going around calling every man a "Macho" just because they like sports and believe they have 20inches of a made up something. No!!! But because I am a woman trying to fight for equality, I have suddenly become a burden to society and monster fully devoted to destroy the opposite sex. WHATEVER!!! I just want somebody to understand me and I thought I had found that person, but as soon as we got into the moment of truths he ran away. So, you can tell me all my imperfections, but I can't open my mouth one bit, not even to let out a sigh, because then your feelings get hurt and because it is not nice for a girl to speak her mind let alone to have an intellegent thought. I am sorry, I am bitching. But I really thought this person really got me and made me feel special (ah, there's that word). Yet, what was special about me was the same thing that every girl has between her legs. I thought being special meant that you have a unique quality to yourself that others do not possess. Apparently ladies and gentlemen I thought wrong. I've rambled for so long and I didn't get to a single point. So yeah, the party was nice.
P.S. I would like to get opinions from the males and females in this matter. Post a comment.
hey gaby.
ReplyDeletejust remember, that what guys expect of us and what guys focus on CAN be used against them. ah, we women have wonderful weapons which guys neither possess nor defend against. so, even though it IS rather depressing that men focus on our physical endowments (and that can make us feel pretty crappy... i watched a special today on vh1 about victoria's secret models... and man, after that i never wanted to get naked again) just remember that men's weaknesses can be used against them... :) so being a woman and having men ignore our intelligence isn't always so bad, because in the end, it's we that run everything... men just think they have control.
just wanted to let you know that that post about using men's obsessions against them was from me. i forgot to say that ((shannon))
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