I just read the most interesting thing on someone else's blog--I don't know who this guy is, but I know that he is friends with Jason Ashworth, only the most gorgeous contestant on Dream Job 2004--though I am upset that he didn't win, but that's besides my point...
I was reading his entry from about a week ago, and he was talking about this girl he met, this "11"--for us female folk, men have a system in which they rank us according to varying factors that fluctuate by which male is doing the rating. So, he mentioned that the chances of meeting an "11," an exceptional catch, according to him, were one in a million. To be an "11," a woman would have to be attractive, have a wealth of sports knowlede, and be sports-wagering (online) savvy. Apparently, this girl was all of that and then some because he and his friends were in awe of her and her use of terminology. He came to the realization that this girl had to have had older brothers...which led to his comment about looking to friends for their younger, well groomed sisters.
One of the things he mentioned was (paraphrased) maybe he's been looking under the wrong rocks. Hmmm...what a concept! I could have told him that a long time ago, but on to my point: Why is it that these boys never see what's right in front of them? Maybe they just never ask the right questions, or maybe they would just rather go for the "rocks" are only pretty on the outside, those "rocks" that sparkle, but have no substance. My thought is that eventually, both men and women, all have these types of feelings, that they both make these mistakes of missing the forest for the trees.
My roomie and I had this conversation last night, about my choices as far as the guys I crush on or the people I think are right for me. She says that maybe I am not going for the right people, when in essence, I'm not really going to anybody. I guess a part of me is semi-waiting for someone else to make the first move or to at least make some indication of interest in me. The other part of me is trying to figure out what kind of guy I want. Even then, though, there is something inside me trying to decipher my personal logic regarding this topic. On the one hand, I want to have someone to be there for me, to comfort me, to hang out with; on the other hand, I realize that maybe my situation as a college student may not allow for that.
I feel that I have not experienced enough as a 20-year-old as far as relationships go--the always the best friend, never the girlfriend thing ends up really hurting. Someone off-handedly made a comment to my roomie regarding why I don't have a boyfriend, which made me feel like crap thinking about what that person said. The last thing I need is having someone else make observations about my life. And it hurts, to be honest, it really does. While others are walking around at this time of year with a special someone on their arms, I am kind of in a bind because I find myself walking alone. I hate that it bugs me, but what I dislike even more, is that I can't get that thought out of my head. Everytime I get a spare moment, I find myself thinking the "what ifs" or the "wonder what it's like" kind of things. The hurt comes back each time. That's probably one of the hardest things to get rid of--the feeling that you are the only person out there really struggling with this while others are making judgements about you because of your relationship status.
When I have these conversations with people (sometimes guys), they give me the response that it's better that I haven't had this experience, or that it's cute because I haven't been tainted. To me, it just feels like I'm incomplete, because I don't know what it's like. For so long I have been the observer of others' relationships, taking notes, giving advice, learning how to react to things, knowing how/when to say things, knowing what is or isn't acceptable, and even realizing how to take a breakup. Watching this rollercoaster of emotions and actions from the waiting line isn't the same as being on the ride. It only gets harder as I get older.
It's quite interesting to get inside my head. Sometimes, I'm not even prepared for the thoughts that run through it, but other times, I know that it's right. I hate having to dwell on this, but it seems like it's inevitable. Everytime I go back home, it hits me--hard. Now that my little brother (By that I mean that he is almost 18) has a "girlfriend," the realization is pretty much flying at me like a brick. It's hard to swallow. This is the kind of stuff that goes through my head on a daily basis as far as this topic is concerned. And this is only part of it--I haven't even mentioned names or anything like that. I'm sure that if I did, that the hurt/sad feeling would only intensify. I'll spare those types of things and keep them reserved. If you wanted to have a talk about that, you know how to get a hold of me.
Maybe it's the weather or the season, but I can't help but wonder...
Es parte culpa mia, pero tambien son las circunstancias. Ha sido algo incontrolable. Se que tengo que tener fe en si misma.