Sometimes being single sucks. Normally it’s those times when you look around and see that everyone has what you want, but can’t seem to obtain. Graduation. A career. A wife. A girlfriend. I know that it’s not in the obtaining of ‘things’ that we achieve happiness, but sometimes I think that they at least help.
Ok, I changed my mind. It’s not the being single that is so terrible, it’s more the relentless, incessant barrage of dating train wrecks. I know it sounds weird coming from a dude, but bare with me.
Yesterday I was talking to a female friend of mine. She was telling me about how she had recently worked up the guts to ask out a dude, and how disappointed she was because she felt like the date wasn’t going to lead to anything.
“It was hard!” she said, “I had to get up the guts to ask him out, then I had to ask him out, then I had to actually plan something fun, and decide on what to eat and then make it all happen. The guys have it tougher than we think.”
I just laughed and rolled my eyes. Dang straight we have it tough, sista’.
Now, imagine doing all of that once a week. *Sigh Of Frustration/Embarassment* Not only do we have to continually be courageous and perseverant, spontaneous and rich, but we have to put up with girls like this. (You HAVE to click on that link and keep your speakers on. Not only is it one of the most hilarious things I’ve ever had the privilege of partaking of on the intertubes, but it’s a very accurate representation of a very large percentage of crazed females that I have had the pleasure of taking out.) It makes me want to jab a rusty spoon into my eye socket and rinse it out with lemon juice.
Tonight I watched a move called Bride Wars about two best friends who are basically forced into unwillingly sharing their perfect wedding day. The movie revolves around the attempted sabotage of each others wedding to avoid sharing the special day with one another. What ensues is the destruction of their friendship by constant and repetitive stabs in the back and low blows that make the Batman/Joker relationship look like a picnic in the park.
Of course, you know that the friendship will be salvaged in the end, but… BUT (big emphasis on the ‘but’) not before one of the girls breaks up with her fiance only moments before the wedding. And it’s not even the mean girl that kills it. It’s the one who starts out all nice an likable, but gets transformed into some crazed, vengeful beast due to the stresses of the wedding plotting (not planning… plotting) against her ex-bestie.
By the end of the movie, both girls are blissfully happy and in love, but nobody stops to think of that guy who had his future and self esteem completely demolished on the day of his wedding. Nobody ever says, “Hey, I wonder what happened to ole’ whats-his-face… think he ever got married?” Nope. He’s just supposed to play like it’s no big deal. Pick up where he left off and do it with a smile.
Our society is so messed up.
(Also, I’m not bitter. This was all purely an observation… and I’m a little bitter.)