What a confusing species?
Honestly why do we spend so many hours obsessing over them?
Even boys obsess over each other.
Even the same sex doesn't understand each other.
Why do we bother?
I will never forget the day my friend, who we shall call Bunny (because she's as cute), got rather drunk and had a bad experience with a not very nice guy and chose to shout out on the bus "I HATE MEN" and rant about it for a while. Bunny doesn't often talk about the male species, so that night is never forgotten. It's always brought up whenever we're cursing the opposite sex.
You know why should we obsess over a person so much? Why does our brain do this to us?
When I came to uni I was just getting over someone, and it's taken a while. And then for the first couple of months of uni I felt wrong because I hadn't found anyone I'd liked as much. But it meant I had other things to think about. My friends. My life. My work. University. etc. Now though... Now all I can think about is what he last text me, what he last did, what he last said, why he did that, why he said it... Oh why?!
Typing this out and thinking about it makes me realise I kind of seem to go for the same type of guy. I mean I've always gone for the guys with the cute faces, scrawny, some form of skater shoes, floppish hair... but recently... recently... my taste has gone downhill. I mean I'm not downgrading. I'm going for the naughty boys. The boys that you know about their previous histories with girls. The ones that go on about being reformed and not cheating and being a perfect gentleman. And you see the changes but at the same time you still see the flaws residing in them yet you overlook them. Because you're blinded by this liking of them.
It's like with friends and family. You never see their flaws until someone new points them out, and then you notice them. But with this you don't take note until something bad happens.
Like recently... I went out with EJ. And he disappeared. It's not like I expected him to be there all night, but you know... you hope. And then you get a message the next day and you're sitting there like what?!? This is a sudden turn of events. And it's now all topsy turvy. Why do you feel the need to explain to me what happened? To make me jealous? Or just so I know you're a little bit sorry?
Also... is it just me or when men big themselves up to you does it just scare you a little bit? It makes me take a step back and think oh dear. I'm not good enough for this... Why am I trying? He's obviously way ahead of me. And I'm way behind. It would just be embarrassing.
But YET I'm still fussing over him!!!!!
Why????
Oh men.
Well this song makes me feel good about it.
Listening to Ellie Goulding - Under The Sheets.
xo
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