As usual, I couldn't concentrate on the homework at all even though it's pretty self-explanatory and involves just knowing what PPT to go to and to reiterate. Perhaps I know that I have to finish it, but I don't want to so I keep checking FB, Twitter, IMDb, and Collider every few minutes.
My restlessness this time around stems from thinking about the guys in my life--hence the title of this blogpost. I am so so lucky, and I haven't really realized it 'til now.
My dad is wonderful. It's taken me nearly 19 years to realize this, but he is always there for me and always up to just hang out and talk. He wants to spend time with me even though he's so busy and tired and stressed. He wants only the best for me. He treats me right and tends to spoil me all the time. God was so gracious to give him to me. He's humble and open-minded and hard-working. I can only hope that my husband is half the man my dad is.
And then there's my friends. My guy friends are all pretty awesome. Sure, they are far from perfect, but who isn't, right? I am so lucky that my guy friends are mostly considerate, sweet, legitimately nice guys. They have their douchey and dick moments, but they treat me pretty well. I mean, they tease me all the time, but it's in good jest. I know that they would kick any guy's ass if they hurt me. I'm sure any of them would be willing to walk me home or help me in any way they can.
I think I've only been hurt by one guy in a big way, and that itself is a different story for another time. However, I think that...incident has not affected how I view guys for the most part.
The biggest jerk that I've dealt with was a guy who was wishy-washy with his feelings toward me. I mean, he led me on, but he didn't push me physically or treat me like crap...except for leading me on. Haha. I mean, don't get me wrong--I was hurt pretty bad and got super angry and bitter, but that's it.
The only assholes I've really come in contact with have been through my friends. There is no shortage of asshole douchebags when it comes to my friends. I don't know if it has to do with me or my friends or our personalities or our lifestyles or whatever, but the guys that I meet are usually really nice and kind-hearted and sweet in their own weird ways.
Perhaps the reason that there are so many great guys in my life is to help me realize that if I'm going to blame whoever assaulted me, I need to blame him specifically and not the whole gender. There are awesome guys in this world, and I'm supremely lucky to be friends with some of them.
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