Currently Reading:

Currently Reading:
"Catch-22" by Joseph Heller "The hot dog, the Brooklyn Dodgers. Mom's apple pie. That's what everyone's fighting for." ~ "The Texan turned out to be good-natured, generous and likeable. In three days no one could stand him." ~ "Everybody is crazy but us." ~ "Men went mad and were awarded with medals."

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Jessie's Guy?

It seems like the majority of the guys I know have a woman. Almost everyone of the ones I'm friends with ain't single, which is fine by me. I'm not attracted to them. But to see them, such kind and noble and hilarious souls, I see what I want in my own man who has yet to show.

Brayden always has a smile and a high five for me and seems unbelievably sweet towards his love. Gage is witty, artistic, and a honking nerd who's a little too enthusiastic about his girl in public, but even then I can't blame him. Taylor has always been a good friend to me, him and Sabrina were truly the best I could've asked for in my transitionary period here (I wish them the best in their future). Logan defends his girl and their love. Cam, despite all his lady problems of past, is the most perfectly twitterpated goofy honestly enamored sweetly loving boy I've ever met. Erik makes me laugh. Baugh is such a character, I think everyone can't even. Will is a hilarious little hipster. Bradan puts up with me, even going as far to sincerely compliment and hug me.

These boys? They aren't stupid; I am grateful to have them at all in my life, and each of those special girls they care about are so very blessed. Boys aren't a stupid race of creatures, whose sole purpose is to break girls hearts. Girls aren't stupid either, for becoming so unrequitedly attached. It's the adolescence and the high school and awkward hormones that are at fault here.

I know there's no need for me to feel forever alone or personal inadequacy based on the lack of men lining up for me. But the fact that there's not even one sweet child with a wilted flower in his hand or a love note hastily scrawled upon his heart for me right now if the icing on top of a depressing cake. It's probably the kind that sunk in the middle cuz it's too moist to be enjoyable and since you didn't let it cool, the frosting is chunky and pooling at the bottom. Dang I'm hungry.

I've always heard you can't love others until you love yourself. I think "others can't love you until you love yourself" is much, much more accurate.

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