1. i'm thinning in my early 20's
2. i have acne. was horrendous in my teens. accutane did a lot to save me. it's under control now, but i still have scars and an occasional outbreak
3. i'm short. and i don't mean 5'9 short. i mean short
basically, i feel like one big recessive gene. i mean, really, couldn't i have gotten a pass on ONE of those things? i hate thinking how i'm screwed just by a wave of a hand. i mean, if i'd been conceived a split second later or earlier, my genetic makeup could have been vastly different. i could have been a respectable 5'8. or i could have had smooth skin like everyone does on my mother's side. but nooo. and its a veritable "no" too. i mean, people in my family acne, but it was me who had it the worst. also, i'm shorter than every male in my family. AND i'm balding sooner than anyone else (my dad didn't start until his mid 30's). what gives?
of course, there are things I cherish. i have my mind (but hey, all this has done for me is turn me into a cynical, unemployed snob). and i'm not that bad looking a guy. but, hell, to fully make up for my big 3 i'd have to be the reincarnation of cary freaking grant.
and girls. jesus. i don't even know where to start. like i know this girl who just gave birth to a baby boy. the dad (they're not married) is a felon and had spent a chunk of his life in jail. she says: i'm not gonna let him into this baby's life. the guy had even beaten her in the past. then, guess what, just last week the dad is back in the apartment. the girl says he deserves another chance. and this other girl, she's seeing a guy who'd been a user. the guy acts like a complete elitist. once, when he came to a party completely smashed (on chemicals other than alcohol), he came from behind and put his hand on my crotch.
point is, it seems like everything is easy to overlook....except some choice physical traits, like *ahem* one's height. i've never beaten anyone, i've never been arrested, i've always been conscientious of other people's feelings, etc etc. and it's not because i'm looking to get into someone's pants, but because i simply WANT to be nice to people. but, wow, this entire year is just one humiliating anecdote for me. like i ask this one girl to visit a new showcase at a museum. she says: i can't this weekend, i'll let you know when i'm free. then she doesn't call back for 3 months. and then i find out, through a mutual friend, she'd visited the gallery just last week! and it wasn't like i'd asked her out to a date. it was just: hey, let's hang out.
anyway. this is just me being a whiny brat. and i really don't mean to come off as some self-absorbed misogynist (cause i'm not [at least i don't think i am]). and yes, i think a big part of my predicament is that i need a boost of self-confidence and yada yada yada. its just that i'm seeing a bit more scalp in the mirror tonight, and it's put me in a sour mood. plus i have bronchitis. and i have a big exam looming overhead. crap.
2. i have acne. was horrendous in my teens. accutane did a lot to save me. it's under control now, but i still have scars and an occasional outbreak
3. i'm short. and i don't mean 5'9 short. i mean short
basically, i feel like one big recessive gene. i mean, really, couldn't i have gotten a pass on ONE of those things? i hate thinking how i'm screwed just by a wave of a hand. i mean, if i'd been conceived a split second later or earlier, my genetic makeup could have been vastly different. i could have been a respectable 5'8. or i could have had smooth skin like everyone does on my mother's side. but nooo. and its a veritable "no" too. i mean, people in my family acne, but it was me who had it the worst. also, i'm shorter than every male in my family. AND i'm balding sooner than anyone else (my dad didn't start until his mid 30's). what gives?
of course, there are things I cherish. i have my mind (but hey, all this has done for me is turn me into a cynical, unemployed snob). and i'm not that bad looking a guy. but, hell, to fully make up for my big 3 i'd have to be the reincarnation of cary freaking grant.
and girls. jesus. i don't even know where to start. like i know this girl who just gave birth to a baby boy. the dad (they're not married) is a felon and had spent a chunk of his life in jail. she says: i'm not gonna let him into this baby's life. the guy had even beaten her in the past. then, guess what, just last week the dad is back in the apartment. the girl says he deserves another chance. and this other girl, she's seeing a guy who'd been a user. the guy acts like a complete elitist. once, when he came to a party completely smashed (on chemicals other than alcohol), he came from behind and put his hand on my crotch.
point is, it seems like everything is easy to overlook....except some choice physical traits, like *ahem* one's height. i've never beaten anyone, i've never been arrested, i've always been conscientious of other people's feelings, etc etc. and it's not because i'm looking to get into someone's pants, but because i simply WANT to be nice to people. but, wow, this entire year is just one humiliating anecdote for me. like i ask this one girl to visit a new showcase at a museum. she says: i can't this weekend, i'll let you know when i'm free. then she doesn't call back for 3 months. and then i find out, through a mutual friend, she'd visited the gallery just last week! and it wasn't like i'd asked her out to a date. it was just: hey, let's hang out.
anyway. this is just me being a whiny brat. and i really don't mean to come off as some self-absorbed misogynist (cause i'm not [at least i don't think i am]). and yes, i think a big part of my predicament is that i need a boost of self-confidence and yada yada yada. its just that i'm seeing a bit more scalp in the mirror tonight, and it's put me in a sour mood. plus i have bronchitis. and i have a big exam looming overhead. crap.