Remember Blink 182 told us how nobody likes you when you’re 23? Well, I’m 23 now, and I say it’s a
shack of a boll-ack. A loady of boloney. A bunch of a… lying crunch.
I’ve decided not to swear in this one – and no, those aren’t
actual words – but bear with me.
The truth is, usually there’s someone who will approve of
your demented and morbid outlook, meaning they like you to some extent. 23 or
not. However what I have found to be universally true, is if you decide you
like someone, they will go ahead and ignore you. Me, anyway.
It’s about them vibes, you see. You start giving off a vibe. A kind of a resignation of
mystery, and trickery, and extra charm around the person, in the hopes that
they will be attracted to you just because you are to them. I’m not sure if the
latter ever happens.
But about those vibes
– “desperation” is a term commonly thrown around. Ooh, and “creepy”! According
to a guy with an avatar of someone who looks like a modern Jesus, commenting on
a comedic website (so the dude’s gotta be reliable), “there is a world of
difference between being persistent and being creepy, and between being
confident and a douchebag”. Does sound wisdomey, dunnit? So that got me
thinking: shall I try and find that essential line between persistent advances,
and my apparent creepiness which makes all the guys back away until they disappear out of perceived existence just so they don't have to deal with my annoying presence again?
Wait, or does that magically only apply to men for some
cave-people instinct reasons? I’d happily pursue a man if I find one worth
pursuing. But then… are there some clever really indirect ways to do that? As
in, maybe, watch a few exciting movies with Robert Downey or Ewan McGregor or
something to get your body exude those famous pheromones that guys can
reportedly sense from miles away, and then hang around his workplace or
something? Pretty much like a freaking antelope in heat? Caveman rules,
ammiright?
There’s always the option of ignoring, of course. But it’s
really difficult to ignore someone who’s already avoiding you in the first
place. What is that? Fear? Of dealing with someone else’s emotions if you
openly reject them? Is it laying the whole “thing” off because you just don’t
feel like dealing with it right now? Just dumping that whole person out of your
mind? I wish I could do that. Sounds amazing.
Maybe men’s apparent inclination to sociopathy in that way,
meaning giving significantly less… crap about people they have nothing to gain
from, is why they end up in higher positions at work? It’s how they manage to
achieve more? While most women get caught up with spawning offspring, and all
the little details of family needs, while men just stride on? So then that women care about themselves, their men, and all of their children, and men care about themselves. I don’t know. Maybe this is all just sexist ramblings.
Maybe I’m taking
rejections too personally. Or maybe I should blame myself for liking anyone at
all? It’s the men’s job, isn’t it. Unless no one likes you at all. When you’re 23. Or
am I just being immature?
What’s my age again?
What’s my age again?
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