The below “blog” may be perceived as borderline offensive. While I understand that this is sort of a touchy subject, at the same time, this is how I see things. If you have a problem with it, argue with me. And if I offend you, then I apologize (sort of…)
I suppose that I am just a very, very vain and superficial person.
I am OK with this.
This all started because of a comment I made about the last girl I was involved with. When I was incredibly fucked up about our “split,” I said very candidly that I am worried that I will never meet another girl half as beautiful as she is. This is completely true. I honestly have a hard time believing that the next girl I get involved with will be able to top the sheer gorgeousness of the previous. I honestly hope that someday I will meet a girl that makes my jaw drop further than she did, but, right now, I really feel like I am just going have to settle for a runner-up. She set the bar so high that it seems unfair to expect any other girl to match her.
Of course, I had people jump all over me, stating that looks are not that important.
This is obviously a fucking lie.
Sure there is more to human compatibility that the outward appearance of the opposite sex. But, at the same time, no one ever approaches a person they find visually unappealing with hopes of understanding whom the other person really is at their core. I would argue that attractiveness is, at the very least, the single most important aspect in choosing someone of the opposite sex. If it isn’t for the initial attraction, then there is no reason to purse the other. I do not know many people that are really interested in getting to know the personality of people they find visually unappealing. I honestly do not believe that the sentence, “I saw her across the room, and she was just, really, really unattractive, so, I knew I just had to get to know her” appears in many stories of how couples came to be.
I have no pity for fat people. I was once fat. This morning when I stood on the scales, I clocked in at right around 175 pounds. Eighteen months ago, the same scale would have probably put me in at a tad over 220 pounds. Although I lost the weight in probably the unhealthiest fashion ever (depression -> stress -> loss of appetite -> starvation -> borderline eating disorder), I alone stand as proof that it is possible to shed pounds. My mother stands as an even healthier testament to weight loss; When she was finally fed up with her appearance and weight, she started waking up at 3:30 every morning and began walking 15 miles every day. She ate right and utilized basic principles of self-control. In the most basic terms: she didn’t fucking gorge herself at every meal and got a healthy dose of exercise. This is all it takes people. No one is born overweight. No one forces double cheeseburgers and gallons of beer down an unsuspecting skinny kid's throat. The ability to lose weight and maintain a healthy body is not a highly specific task; anyone can fucking do it. Fat people will never grace the covers of fashion magazines as the new “hot.” If you are overweight and are genuinely upset with how you fit into this “thin” world and being perceived as a “fat person,” then, run yourself around the block a couple times. Or starve yourself. It’s not impossible.
I am truly sorry to say this, but, I don’t think I have ever found a very obviously overweight girl to be drop-dead-gorgeous, just like how I would never expect any girl to find me attractive when I topped the deuce-twenty mark. I had an “ex” who constantly ridiculed me for my constant worry of gaining weight. She would tell me that it didn’t matter if I was a little fat, because I was (am?) a great guy and had a beautiful personality. This is obviously a very nice thing to hear, but, it fell on deaf ears then, and it falls on deaf ears now. No girl is ever going to see me with my stomach hanging over my belt and consider the idea of being with me. Unless, of course, they are into fat guys.
And if that is the case, then I guess there really is someone out there for everyone.
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2 comments:
One of the most interesting posts ever...
This might sound backwards, but, I agree with you. I met this girl. She was absolutely gorgeous. Like, beyond gorgeous. And, it's quite possible you'll never meet another that matches up. But if you're OK with a runner-up, then that's what matters. Maybe there's something extra that makes an 11 or 12 girl go up to a 13 or 14 girl (youu get the idea, I hope.)
Furthermore, I totally agree that looks are important. People can become more attractive over time, once you get to know them, but at first glance, if there isn't *something" there, then it's likely there won't be. You shouldn't be chastised for that.
And I love this:
I honestly do not believe that the sentence, “I saw her across the room, and she was just, really, really unattractive, so, I knew I just had to get to know her”
And the fat thing, well.. This may be horribly wrong to say, but, I've never been fat. Ever. In fact, people usually assumed the opposite in high school, thinking I had an eating disorder. I did not. I had the metabolism of a hummingbird on crack. And still do. And probably will for a long time. But in saying that, I don't have pity for fat people, either. Maybe I'm less qualified to talk about it, but, I don't. I think there's a certain responsibility to your own body, and if you get too lazy to keep that up, then it's disgusting to me. Stay healthy, but don't get lazy.
And I don't think your thinking that makes you a bad person either.
It does make you terribly entertaining to me, though.
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