Think about random things much?
Have you ever brushed your teeth with your eyes closed? I did, and I noticed that I had a more acute sense of smell, I smelled the minty freshness of my toothpaste better! Aaah! The good Lord might taketh, but he always giveth back!
So, I'd like to think of myself as a Keen Observer of Current Affairs (KOCA), while others might not be as kind and dump on me, titles like, "gossip", "bitch", etc. To this I say, 十人十色, which translates to 10 persons, 10 colors, everyone is different, different strokes for different folks, yada, yada. So don't judge me.
This is a highly farcial scenario I've concocted to highlight certain social behavior that continues to mystify me. Any resemblance to people or places is purely coincidental and of course, regrettable.
I know this guy, we'll call him Falafel. He's an extremely extremely average guy. Average looks, average brain, average everything. I'm very sure that Falafel knows his mediocrity so he often overcompensates by flirting lots of girls (he's not discerning, he flirts with anything in a skirt)and trying to be best buds with all the guys around him. It is a definite that he likes the attention. So, Falafel has a friend, a girl, let's call her Kebab. Now, to put it plainly, Kebab looks like a troll, and to put it delicately, Kebab looks like a man. You get the idea, she's not much of a looker. But she's got a great personality.
Falafel and Kebab are tight. They are good friends. They talk, they email, they drink beer together. She supports him in every way she can. She's his confidant. He shares his fears, his dreams, his thoughts with her. And of course, he flirts with her, which makes her feel oh so special, because she'll never get it this good. And how he flirts, so she's hooked and reciprocates with more. He basks in the attention she lavishes on him, and is giddy with delight as she fawns over how great he is (now, keep remembering that he's extremely average). Both of them feed their beasts, it's a symbiotic relationship. She feels pretty and happy, and he feels awesome because he's pleased someone.
Now Kebab is totally infatuated. Deep inside herself, she knows that Falafel isn't flirting with her because he likes her. But his behavior is just not congruent with that. Clutching her breast, she professes her undying love and devotion to Falafel, who is aghast at her audacity to try to jump the friend ladder. Falafel, being the colossal superficial asswipe he is, of course, thinks that Kebab is not pretty enough to hang on his arm, and rejects her outright. Kebab is heartbroken, but still hangs on to him because he didn't really tell her the reason why he doesn't want to be with her. He probably tells her something neutral like he's not ready, etc, etc.
So who is wrong? Falafel or Kebab? I think the no good, hoodwinking Falafel is the one at fault. I think Falafel should be arrested for assault with a deadly weapon (flirting). Everyone has their standards. Falafel has to have a pretty girl and Kebab has to have a nice guy. But to ruin someone just because she's not pretty enough is just way too lame. Are physical appearances that important to guys? I don't understand. I know some guys who won't go out with average looking girls whom they have fantastic chemistry with, because they need their friends to say "Your girlfriend is hot", etc. Why forsake a lifetime of love and understanding for physical attractiveness? Why? I'm not saying that Falafel will never connect with a physically attractive girl the same way he connected with Kebab. But to dismiss Kebab as a potential candidate just because she isn't a looker is pretty ugly behavior in itself. I guess I could have the same complains about girls only wanting to date rich guys. But that's worthy of another post.
I'm suddenly in the mood for some moussaka.
So, I'd like to think of myself as a Keen Observer of Current Affairs (KOCA), while others might not be as kind and dump on me, titles like, "gossip", "bitch", etc. To this I say, 十人十色, which translates to 10 persons, 10 colors, everyone is different, different strokes for different folks, yada, yada. So don't judge me.
This is a highly farcial scenario I've concocted to highlight certain social behavior that continues to mystify me. Any resemblance to people or places is purely coincidental and of course, regrettable.
I know this guy, we'll call him Falafel. He's an extremely extremely average guy. Average looks, average brain, average everything. I'm very sure that Falafel knows his mediocrity so he often overcompensates by flirting lots of girls (he's not discerning, he flirts with anything in a skirt)and trying to be best buds with all the guys around him. It is a definite that he likes the attention. So, Falafel has a friend, a girl, let's call her Kebab. Now, to put it plainly, Kebab looks like a troll, and to put it delicately, Kebab looks like a man. You get the idea, she's not much of a looker. But she's got a great personality.
Falafel and Kebab are tight. They are good friends. They talk, they email, they drink beer together. She supports him in every way she can. She's his confidant. He shares his fears, his dreams, his thoughts with her. And of course, he flirts with her, which makes her feel oh so special, because she'll never get it this good. And how he flirts, so she's hooked and reciprocates with more. He basks in the attention she lavishes on him, and is giddy with delight as she fawns over how great he is (now, keep remembering that he's extremely average). Both of them feed their beasts, it's a symbiotic relationship. She feels pretty and happy, and he feels awesome because he's pleased someone.
Now Kebab is totally infatuated. Deep inside herself, she knows that Falafel isn't flirting with her because he likes her. But his behavior is just not congruent with that. Clutching her breast, she professes her undying love and devotion to Falafel, who is aghast at her audacity to try to jump the friend ladder. Falafel, being the colossal superficial asswipe he is, of course, thinks that Kebab is not pretty enough to hang on his arm, and rejects her outright. Kebab is heartbroken, but still hangs on to him because he didn't really tell her the reason why he doesn't want to be with her. He probably tells her something neutral like he's not ready, etc, etc.
So who is wrong? Falafel or Kebab? I think the no good, hoodwinking Falafel is the one at fault. I think Falafel should be arrested for assault with a deadly weapon (flirting). Everyone has their standards. Falafel has to have a pretty girl and Kebab has to have a nice guy. But to ruin someone just because she's not pretty enough is just way too lame. Are physical appearances that important to guys? I don't understand. I know some guys who won't go out with average looking girls whom they have fantastic chemistry with, because they need their friends to say "Your girlfriend is hot", etc. Why forsake a lifetime of love and understanding for physical attractiveness? Why? I'm not saying that Falafel will never connect with a physically attractive girl the same way he connected with Kebab. But to dismiss Kebab as a potential candidate just because she isn't a looker is pretty ugly behavior in itself. I guess I could have the same complains about girls only wanting to date rich guys. But that's worthy of another post.
I'm suddenly in the mood for some moussaka.