Showing posts with label women. Show all posts
Showing posts with label women. Show all posts

Saturday, January 17, 2009

"That's what we're here for"



Tonight I called my best friend because guys/men/boys tend to make you feel badly about yourself, but for what exactly?

If you don't really know someone and you're not in a relationship with them, how dare they make bold accusations about who you are?

I finally understand why women up north aren't as friendly, it's not that they aren't good people, it's rather a defense mechanism to putting up with bull 24/7. It's inevitable that we will all harden under certain circumstances. I keep warding off the hard shell, but defense mechanisms come flying off me like hail bouncing off a car.

I put up with things because I don't want to be "rude," but when I draw the line after situation has flung me far past the original line, suddenly I'm "the bitch." But really people should know how to treat each other. After all, we are the same species. And, not to be WAY too cliche, but doesn't the golden rule get taught for reason? Yes, it's something we preach to five year olds, but shouldn't we also take it into account for our everyday lives? Do you want to be talked down to? If the answer is "no," then don't do it to some girl thinking it's OK, because guess what? I'm here to say it's not OK. It just isn't.

And, don't call at 10:30 and expect a date, if you want a date, book in advance. Otherwise, your intentions are completely transparent and how can you expect a girl, even the sweet ones, to not see through that? I've spent my dating life believing the best in people, but maybe I should be a little bit more skeptical, because maybe some of us have life rafts and other's don't, maybe those without try to steal the rest of our abilities to stay afloat, leaving us to drown.

I'd rather not believe this. The eternal optimist that I am will wait to be proved wrong, but not without caution.



In the mean time, I rely on those I can count on-- my friends. I apologized to my friend tonight for pouring life problems on her and she said "that's what we're here for." Many women, like myself, find friends that are girls hard to come by. That's because it's harder to find girl friends than guy friends. But the girl friends that you do make and keep are really special, they are the ones that get you through everything. Guy friends are easy to make and easy to lose. They're great, but there's nothing like a best friend.

Guys are more interchangeable than girls at this point in my life. In fact, until I get married the previous statement will stand on solid ground.

*First picture pulled from here
*Second picture pulled from here

~ z.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Being a woman is a gift (?)

Tonight I sat at home watching a movie by myself because as much fun as dating and going out can be, sometimes it's even better to sit by the fire and watch TV on a Friday night.

The movie I Netflixed, complete chick flick of course, was all about women. I didn't actually enjoy the movie that much, but I watched it all the way through. After it finished I let the credits role and then each actress appeared and said a few things, cutesy, meant to be inspiring...and so forth. The last words said before the movie ended were "being a woman is a gift."



Sure we get the occasional dinner or drink, but we're met with deeper dilemmas, things that make dinner not even appear on the radar.

I think Being a woman is a challenge and, to be fair, I'm sure being a man is a challenge as well. Both sexes forced into an extremely judgmental culture just trying to survive. There are those who conform to societies pressures and inevitably fail because the standards set are unreachable.

And then there are those who are the nonconformist, who really are conformist because they are conforming to nonconformity. In the end try we're all just trying to block out the mucus and live our lives the way we want, but more often than not, this also seems like the unreachable goal.

So here's to a good challenge, because what is a challenge if not something to keep us on our toes? And hey, I guess that's a gift in a unique -- and possibly erotic -- form of wrapping paper.

~ Z.