It’s not HIM, its Father Time…
I’ve messed up big time when it comes to relationships. Although I’ve made the worst decisions, those mistakes have trained my young feuding mind while presenting reasonable lessons. I regret every last relationship I’ve had in the past and I mean every single one. Just a complete waste of my time and that time is forever lost. I should have thought of an intervention swapping lost time with something beneficial. This Saturday proved this same point again that is, wasted time equals zero benefits. My bestie and I decided to cruise to a celebrity filled party after attending a wonderful holiday party. Sounds like a night and it was an amazing night. I enjoyed sipping homemade concoctions and dancing until the bones in my legs were sore. However, we were surrounded by a plethora of eligible bachelors and no one in sight seemed to have anything to offer besides the obvious. On average we were the tallest people that weekend. It seems like the average height in our city is about 5’6’’ for men. Too short if you ask me, but am I being too picky. I find my attraction of the opposite sex similar to the image of the ideal man who is usually presented as tall, dark and handsome. Is this ideal man a figment of my imagination or am I just reaching in a city that is lacking? Either way, this night proved to conjure my inner emotions of regret giving me the opportunity to not make past mistakes. I no longer lust or feel needy. I’ve found a new inner me and I feel so empowered. Father Time has taught me wisdom and to never settle for anything less than my highest expectations.
Why women never find the man of their dreams?
It’s very simple because women overlook the desires of Father Time and just settle due to loneliness or lustful desire. The minute we settle, it makes it much harder to find Mister right not Mister perfect. As women, we continue to chase men we would never consider a part of our high expectations because our burning desires overthrow conscious decisions. The women at the celebrity filled party felt in their hearts that because of most of the men statuses that they could achieve high expectations. Seemingly far-fetched to me and overexasperated by their foolish antics, I realized how much more I desired my ideal man achieving my high expectations. I took my experience at the celebrity filled party at face value and thoughtfully analyzed how these women desperately wanted for these men who lacked high expectations to desire them. It was as if they were chasing an empty dream. I no longer chase my empty dreams and plan to never again let Father Time down while achieving higher expectations than planned.
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