Blame Hollywood

After having a Romantic Comedy marathon and watching movies such as Woman on Top,  No Reservations, and Greys Anatomy all in the same day, I was left wanting a man who had a P.h.d in relationships. That Superman who serenades you to sleep, makes you smile when you are down,  inspires  you to pursue your dreams, and can whip up a 3 course meal even after coming home from a 10 hour surgery without even breaking a sweat.

Ahh Hollywood I blame you for my singleness! I blame you for painting this fairy tale image of what women are supposed to look for in a man! You have painted this image of what kind of man a girl is supposed to like! A Dr. Manhattan of some sort who is tall, very well muscled, super intelligent and has unlimited powers  including the ability to easily manipulate matter (you) to his liking. Well ladies I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but if this Dr Manhattan  that Hollywood speaks of exists, and  we continue to seek this him out we will loose touch with ourselves! We will loose touch of the very  fundamentals of  ourselves and get lost in the theory of him.

Speaking from experience, this Hollywood man    is too consumed with the logical and doesn’t tend to get emotional. He will be short lived,  mess with your mind and leave you high and dry when a better offer comes along.

“Human affairs cannot be my concern. I’m leaving this galaxy for one less complicated.” Dr Manhattan.

Hmm sound familiar ?

I love me!

I am tired of trying to “fit in” to please society. I am tired of doing things that I would not normally do to please you! I am tired of trying to  make him love me when the reality is that I must  love myself !

I love me, what more could there be, a love for myself that super-cedes all. A love for myself that has taught me to appreciate the beauty in me. That has taught me to weed out the negative and focus on the positive of me .

I love me!

There once was a time when I was consumed by him , the thought of him, the feeling of him. Yes I admit it, I was in love with the idea of him .  An idea that was forced upon me by you! Television, Media , Hollywood, Friends, Family …Why is it that a woman must be with a man to be happy. Why does she have to  have that ring around her finger or be in a relationship before she turns the ripe age of 30 , to be normal.  Why are we teaching our daughters that in order to be happy we have to find our prince charming , live in his castle and be his trophy wife?

One of  many trophies that is displayed on his mantle  (for a limited time only) collecting dust until he is ready to polish us with his sometimes personality . A  personality that we have become a prisoner of, one that we have forced ourselves to believe in although the truth was painted abstractly  the very first day.

The very first day we met him we knew he was An Andalusian Dog”, and we were playing the  main role in this surrealist film that he liked to call his life. A Dali like film that is disjointed, jumping from the initial “once upon a time” to “eight years later” without the events or characters changing very much. Why are women  just going through the motions to appease you society!  In choosing to please you, we are living a dream that we eventually have to wake up from.

Well, I am awake and an choosing not to accept  mediocrity and get caught up  in the theory of him ! I am choosing to love myself , accept the single life and  be my own happy ending.

Thanks ANGIE ZAMUDIO for teaching me to do me!