Monday, November 28, 2011
But what about those poor single girls who haven't got what I've got? They're still trapped out there, alone, being mistreated by men. Don't get me wrong, women do their fair share of mistreating--but as I'm a woman, I only know of what being on this side feels like.
I posted a blog a few months ago titled "The Ugly Duckling", and I won't reiterate all that I said there, but I do believe that blog and this blog are connected. I may often feel like the Ugly Duckling, but every once in awhile I get a glimpse of the Swan I'm told I can be.
Well, if you take a swan, pluck it down to it's bare skin, and chuck it out in the cold--ain't going to be so beautiful anymore is she? She's going to be ugly, cold, and vulnerable.
Guys do that to girls. Many a time they have no idea they've done it. Words cut so deep, and they aren't careful in their choosing. Example: I hate being referred to as "sister" in any respect by all of my guy friends but one (his is a reference to "Arrested Development", and I love that show).
When a guy calls me "sister", in almost any context, it says to me "Hey, I don't find you attractive or desirable at all!". If a guy were interested, or thought you beautiful, why would he refer to you in a way that likens you to him in the least romantic way possible? I mean...ew! Who has any interest in dating their sister?
A friend called me that last night. It was like a slap in the face. It doesn't help that he's cute and smart, so what I view as a complete brush off stings a bit more than it normally would. It clicked the cogs into high gear, effecting a spiraling chain of thoughts that every girl who reads this post will nod at it understanding.
We just can't help ourselves. We take everything literally and break down every syllable of conversation to discover "hidden meaning". Even when we KNOW we are doing it, we can't help ourselves! It's part of our makeup.
So the wheels are turning, and I'm offended. My cute, smart, generally sweet friend has wounded my pride and tugged unceremoniously at my heart--and he hasn't got a clue that he's done it! Now, I had/have recently been thinking more on this cute smart friend then was probably wise, so I will take the blame for being more offended then I might've any other day.
But already, I'm either the Ugly Duckling or the poor Plucked Swan. My self worth has dropped. This was one of those guys that I hadn't considered "Out of my league". He seemed like the type of guy who might ACTUALLY take an interest in me for once. And yet, here I type, shaking my head at my own foolishness. And for that matter...his foolishness.
Girls are crazy. I laughed at myself last night, despite the negativity of my feelings. What right do I have to his attention or affection? Regardless of whether or not he's above, beneath, or right at my level--who cares?! If he is the guy God intended for me, then he'll right that mistake (eventually) and life will go on quite pleasurably.
If he isn't, then I will find a new guy to unknowingly offend me and send me off on another completely pointless tangent.
Remember the poor plucked Swan? Feel bad for her?
She's currently picking up her feathers and honking at any mocking passersby who dare think she's any less strong just because a well-meaning fellow said something stupid (she'd fall apart daily, otherwise). She doesn't feel defeated, nor does she run and hide. She's standing brazen for the world to see, daring them to make fun of her silly tangents.
She's got some gumption, if she does say so herself.