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Today I've been productive. I checked over my first essay, finished writing my second and made a start on my case study, all to the disapproval of Stephend who had not quite got that far. I was pleased with myself. I am pleased with myself. I've realised more so today how similar I am to Stephend. We say the same things at the same time, we both have a 'don't give a shit' attitude and combined we have all the illnesses known to man! Well, it seems that way.
I, unfortunately, saw a photo of a girl I dislike more than anything earlier and it got me thinking. For a start, I should say, I don't dislike many people but she is definitely one. I have no respect for 'women' who think it's okay to hit on your fella whilst you're with him. I also have no respect for 'women' who think that if they pretend to be thick as shit it's endearing. It's not. You're a dick. Anyway, I saw the photo, with a gut wrenching pang of displeasure and wondered why there seems to be so many girls around like that. It seems being a clone is the way forward.
It would be wrong of me to generalise all of them however, this one person is literally everything I dislike about girls my age. Fake, fake, fake. I don't understand it, why would you dumb yourself down for the attentions of a man? Is he really worth all the hassle if he's not interested in anything apart from your tits? No, in my opinion, quite frankly he sounds like a plonker. It's so sad to see as well. For all these girls with amazing potential to do something incredible with their lives they merely focus on what they look like and bitch about girls who bitch despite being bitches themselves. Very confusing nature.
After speaking to a few people, I have found that apparently, according to them, they can't find any decent girls. For a start, what constitutes as a decent girl? I know plenty deserving of love yet they are still single. Why though? These menfolk say that brains are more important and they'd rather spend time with someone who is easy to talk to and interesting yet, I can almost guarantee that if a bit of skirt went by their attention would be turned. In some ways, that's bound to happen, it is nature yet wouldn't it be lovely to find a man who, rather than be captivated by your cleavage, is fascinated by you as a person. First impressions of course hinder the opportunity to impress a potential partner as we are greeted by what we see rather than a sandwich board with a list of our fantastic personality traits. This could be a new way of doing things...
Sadly for me, I will never be a stunner. The ring in my nose is the first hindrance due to it not being what is deemed an 'ideal' thing to have. Secondly, I don't possess the body of a Goddess more a chubby 13 year old girl who's been stretched. It's really a good look, I can assure you. Yet, I am not disheartened that I will never be 'fit' and people won't take a second glance to see this vision of beauty walking in to a bar. No, the only second glances I get are to double check it's time to get the harpoon out.
It would most definitely be lovely to find a man who can tolerate me. I say tolerate deliberately because I am assured I am hard work. Purely for my argumentative and passionate nature. Of course, I don't argue for the sake of it but I do stick up for things I believe in. It would be lovely to find a man who supports me in everything I do, one that will take the piss out of me, one that will like the fact I don't pretend to be stupid. A man, basically. For all the girls who only have the desired aim in life to be a brain dead clone they can have the boys. Us ladies deserve the real mean who are capable of holding a conversation with someone with more than 2 brain cells. I can dream...
Hannah xox
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