You're just a guy, and I'm just a girl

To some people, I will never be good enough.

You will never be good enough.

None of us will ever be good enough.

Until I have $100,000 in laddered CDs, until I have a mortgage, until I have a doctorate. I won't be a woman until I have a baby, I won't be a contributing member of society until I have a 401(k), until I get married, until I file jointly with said spouse.

It's the same thing with relationships, but take this into consideration. Ladies, this dude is not here to save you. He's not in your life to solely make you happy. You are in charge of making you happy.

And vice versa, chumps. She's not there to be your mother, she's not there to make all your meals and make your decisions for you. That's your job.

She's just a girl, and you're just a dude.

Like in Donald Miller's lackluster "A Million Miles in a Thousand Years" he talks about an interview he did with Susan Isaacs for her book "Angry Conversations with God" (simmer, simmer, that's not where this is going). With her husband sitting in the audience, she said she didn't believe there was one true love for every person. Enter the block quote party:

"She said she and her husband believed they were a cherished prize for each other, and they would probably drive any other people mad. ... She said she had married a guy, and he was just a guy. He wasn't going to make her problems go away, because he was just a guy. And that freed her to really love him as a guy, not as an ultimate problem solver. And because her husband believed she was just a girl, he was free to really love her too. Neither needed the other to make everything okay. They were simply content to have good company through life's conflicts."

That's not to say that those people "settled" or that they "gave up," they just know that neither one of them is perfect.

We need to stop trying to put the pussy on a pedestal and realize we're all a bunch of "dysfunctional misfits" to quote Stella in "Rear Window." Excellent movie, if only for Grace Kelly's outfits and her scaling a building in a dress and heels so effortlessly.

Facetiously,
big p/p-hound/titties/ey, girl/cil/silly/little p/manbear/l'il bit/p

P.S. Thanks, Michelle McGee, for making the tattooed look like a bunch o' butter-faced home-wreckers.

Also, here's a picture of a fancy gent. The end.