Okay, let’s get down to brass tacks. This is my blog, so I’m invoking my right to rant about whatever I want. The fact that I made up that right twenty seconds ago is completely irrelevant and should have no impact on your judgment of the impending rant.
First. Boys, it’s time to step up and become men. There is something wrong with the world when, on a crowded tube car, the seats are filled with men (I use the term as a clarifying term, not a true identifier) while women are standing around. Give it up, guys. Seriously, get out of your seat. You can be shocked at my lack of feminist principles, because here’s my perspective: feminism is all about a woman’s right to have choices, and a say in how she lives her life. Here’s my choice: to think that any guy that stays in his seat while there is a lady without one (excluding those that are injured and/or are elderly) is seriously lacking in the man-mojo department. You wanna know why your sister, girlfriend and crazy Aunt Tina love Edward Cullen? BECAUSE HE WOULD GIVE UP HIS SEAT ON THE TUBE FOR THEM. Read, study, apply.
First (continued). At what point, exactly, did the world of dating/crushes/flirtation become the kind of guessing game that would give ‘Clue’ a run for its money? Is there a reason being upfront about your feelings and intentions went out of style? I understand the concept of ‘game playing’. But let me clarify something here: understand the differences in men and women’s natures and behaving in such a way as to acknowledge those differences is not the same thing as game playing for the sake of playing games. Ça va? Therefore: girls, don’t string guys along you aren’t interested in. Guys, don't put in the minimum amount of effort because you want to leave your ‘options’ open. If that’s the way you’re behaving I think we all realize you don’t actually have ‘options’. Be honest people. Love is a gift, why are we always so hesitant to give it to others? Be true to yourself, be respectful of the other person, live in the moment, not the future or the past. Read, study, apply.
Second. I am all for living in a Disney-movie-world as long as one possibly can (i.e. forever). I still see animated movies with my dad whenever they come out. I have random dance parties and laugh at stupid stuff. All of that being said, there is a point when you have to start to grow up. I don’t mean this in a ‘become a stuffy business-minded adult who acts like something is shoved up their rear’ way. I mean it in a ‘don’t talk while your professor is talking, don’t have your cell phone out in class/at work, don’t use cuss words every four words when you’re speaking, don’t dress like you’re still 16 (you aren’t), don’t expect things to be handed to you on a silver platter after you’ve done absolutely nothing to deserve them’ kind of way. Growing up doesn’t mean growing old, it just means you learn what behaviors are better left behind. Read, study, apply.
So there you have it folks. I already feel better having put my frustrations out into the universe. And, honestly, it wasn’t just so I could complain (although that’s mostly it). We grab any opportunity we can to complain about all the things other people are doing wrong, but we rarely take any time to examine our own behavior. So here’s some humble pie to go along with that snark-fest: I always wait to see if someone else is going to get up first to give their seat to the elderly person who just got on the tube. What is that about? Note to self: don’t be lazy, be a leader. WWJD…wear the bracelet if you have to. I’m probably just as guilty of being ambiguous when it comes to dating/crushes/flirting as any other person. I prefer to wait while the other person takes the risk so that I don’t have to chance getting hurt. Note to self: go big or go home. There’s the moral, folks: a critical eye is truly helpful only when you’re willing to turn it on yourself.
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