Thursday, June 5, 2008

more or less sex.

things that are sad/obnoxious
1. dragging your boyfriend to see the sex and the city movie (he doesn't want to see it and this also means you have no friends. work on that)
2. dressing up to see the sex and the city movie (this is only acceptable if you're going to a real premiere. celebrities and paparazzi included)
2.a. further offenses include: dressing like a character from the show (this isn't rocky horror, people)
2.b. pretending you are a character from the show to the degree of delusional
3. complaining about how bad/good the movie actually was (well I'm guilty of that one)

Most of these thoughts stemmed from sitting next to the irritated gentlemen in the movie theater. He was obviously swindled into seeing the SATC movie with his girlfriend. He most likely even paid for the tickets. "I could be in this situation right now", I thought to myself. And I fell deeper in my head and trailed off...

A lot of times, out of loneliness and sheer insanity, I forget who I am. On these occasions, I wish I could change the past with ex-boyfriends. Like, maybe this time things will be different. Maybe this time, things will work out. I then furiously smack myself in the face just once and I'm back to normal.

Yes, I'm currently single and they're not. But in the same instance, I flourish with the idea that I'm not a carbon copy or a wannabe. I genuinely think it's nice that they are nice. But it's not the first adjective I would pick to describe myself. I am what the new girlfriends could never be; cheeky, colorful, and passionate to the point of wild. I like flaws, that's what makes people interesting and worthwhile. I cannot and will not be dumbed down to the PG-13 movie version of the R-rated book. So I'm not waiting around for Mr. Right. He's flawless. I'd rather take my chances alone and perhaps one day bump into someone worthwhile.