Love Is Not A Fairytale… It’s A Truth

20130710-053801.jpgThe Princess kisses a frog and he turns into a Prince. The poor peasant girl goes to the ball and ends up becoming Cinderella. The lowly soldier finds a sword in the weeds and becomes the greatest soldier the world has ever seen. You close your eyes and pray and the next day God sends you the person of your dreams.

All of those sound amazing and I’m sure so many of our lives would be so much easier if these stories were the norm but the truth is love is no fairytale. Love is incredibly dangerous and vicious and even at its best it’s scary.

When you love someone it’s impossible to be logical because there’s nothing logical about love. It’s easy to say we should always put our own best interest first, easier said than done. Let me ask you a question, if you let someone borrow your car for a day and they brought it back to you scratched and dented would you let them borrow it again? Probably not, you’d get it fixed and move on. If you let someone stay at your home and they scratched the floors and stained the furniture and started a grease fire in the kitchen you’d kick them out ASAP. We treat material things with such importance but we put our hearts thru hell! That’s because when it comes to love we take ourselves to limits even we didn’t know we had, limits that can literally break us.

Sex feels so good because God created it to reward us for marriage and creating life. We love these little people that look like us, we post pictures of them and would give our lives for them because they were created from those sexual unions. They were meant to be rewards not burdens. Society has turned that love that comes natural into fear. I’m not a parent but even I can see how just sending your child to school can be scary as hell.

Love doesn’t come without sacrifice, sacrificing your good sense because who in their right minds would put their happiness and sanity in the hands of another?

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Women, Double Standards and Fireworks…

black woman crying I’m the first man to admit that being nice and being weak aren’t the same thing. When women are younger I can see how they confuse the two but there’s not really an excuse for it as they get older. This is a known and something I’ve written about several times so I won’t go there tonight. Tonight I want to write about something else.

Double Standards.

You want to know something I will never understand despite my intelligence and slight arrogance. How can women deal with men that cheat, lie, are emotionally or in some cases physically abusive? How can women accept disrespect and disinterest for years in some cases from men that are just bad guys? How can they accept this and forgive them time after time but yet some men can’t so much as make a slight mistake and he’s dismissed? It’s like the higher you set the standard, the less room you have to screw up. Does that make much sense?

This last couple years I’ve personally dealt with so many women that get so dismissive or upset over the smallest things I do. Just so we’re clear, some have been romantic situations but most are strictly plutonic. Women that have gotten married and kept ex-boyfriends has friends but erased me. Women that I helped stand up after rock bottom but because I didn’t call for a week or said no they lost their mind. Long nights talking about men that stole money, slept with their friends, didn’t take care of children, broke promises… Men they forgave easily but I didn’t deserve that same forgiveness? You have to understand, I can deal with a woman not being interested, that happens to the best of us. It’s the other side of the coin that sort of takes a little bit out of me each time it happens.

With each time I feel myself becoming just a tad bit colder. I feel myself becoming a tad bit more annoyed. I’m a good listener, a good friend, not because I want to in most cases but because I know how it feels to feel like there’s no one to talk to, I know how it feels to simply want to vent.

The way I’m starting to feel I’m just not sure anymore. I could have really used a friend today and instead I have my writing and my music, it’s a cold world right?