Imaginary Enemy
For a very long time I have stuck with a lyric by a band named Gameface and referred to myself as "the last of the good guys" and for the most part, this is true. I was raised by my mother to treat women with respect and compassion, never to lie to them or cheat them, and do everything in my power to make them happy. This was further reinforced my by father with such eloquent statements such as "Son, when the woman is right; apologize. When the woman is wrong, either apologize anyways or shut up".
Sadly, in the past few years my romantic attempts have not worked in my favor. For reasons that defy my own personal logic, I cannot seem to get a woman to stick around for over a month or two. Granted, there have been times where I just didn't feel like continuing the masquerade (Example: This girl I dated about 2 years ago named Kristen was a sweet, got-it-together kind of girl, but she was incredibly boring and wore "Mom Jeans"), but for the most part things just seemed to end prematurely in my opinion. But that's just the way things worked out. Besides, why would I want to be with someone who didn't want to be with me. So I man up, get back into my usual groove, and move on.
Now to stroke my own ego, I am actually a pretty good catch: I have no criminal or drug history or issues, have a steady career that pays well, I live in a house that stays REALLY clean for having 3 grown men living in it, I have no "mommy issues", no serious debt, I'm reliable, funny, and if I do say so myself, a rather good looking chap. And again, I am part of the dying breed of Good Guys (note: not the consumer electronics store. They're already dead).
But in light of recent situations and circumstances, as well as a night of about 4 beers and 2 glasses of Apothic Red (note: tasty wine, kids. Try it out.) and some serious thinking, I came to a revelation that caught me completely off guard: I am NOT the good guy I've always prided myself on being.
For the first time in a long time, I feel like I actually need to take a good, long, hard look in the mirror. I need to figure out why I felt like justifying the unjustifiable, and what lead me down this path where I thought that this would all just be okay.
Villains aren't always bad people. They just have a different view of reality.
Sadly, in the past few years my romantic attempts have not worked in my favor. For reasons that defy my own personal logic, I cannot seem to get a woman to stick around for over a month or two. Granted, there have been times where I just didn't feel like continuing the masquerade (Example: This girl I dated about 2 years ago named Kristen was a sweet, got-it-together kind of girl, but she was incredibly boring and wore "Mom Jeans"), but for the most part things just seemed to end prematurely in my opinion. But that's just the way things worked out. Besides, why would I want to be with someone who didn't want to be with me. So I man up, get back into my usual groove, and move on.
Now to stroke my own ego, I am actually a pretty good catch: I have no criminal or drug history or issues, have a steady career that pays well, I live in a house that stays REALLY clean for having 3 grown men living in it, I have no "mommy issues", no serious debt, I'm reliable, funny, and if I do say so myself, a rather good looking chap. And again, I am part of the dying breed of Good Guys (note: not the consumer electronics store. They're already dead).
But in light of recent situations and circumstances, as well as a night of about 4 beers and 2 glasses of Apothic Red (note: tasty wine, kids. Try it out.) and some serious thinking, I came to a revelation that caught me completely off guard: I am NOT the good guy I've always prided myself on being.
For the first time in a long time, I feel like I actually need to take a good, long, hard look in the mirror. I need to figure out why I felt like justifying the unjustifiable, and what lead me down this path where I thought that this would all just be okay.
Villains aren't always bad people. They just have a different view of reality.