tramps like us

All I wanna do is make hats, do yoga, read books, write in my journal, smoke stuff, listen to music, and have sex. Check for every wish except the last. I’m working on that one.

Love is one thing. Compatibility is another. You can have one without the other, but love without compatibility only breeds hurt. That’s the kind of love that destroys your spirit… Destroys itself. Compatibility? Well. That’s always only a step away from love. When compatibility is there, love sneaks up and slaps you in the face before you even knew you were falling.

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I’m really nice & shit, guys. 

Teehee… It’s true though!!

I will be the first to say…. I have a type. In fact, I possess a list of things that I want in a man. In hindsight, I kind of hate myself for making that list. You know the only things that should be on that list?

1. Loves me.
2. Has good taste in music.

That’s it. I mean, yes, I should find him attractive, but life has definitely taught me that there’s not just one type of guy I can be attracted to. In fact, the person I have loved the most in my life is the one who is the least like my previously proclaimed ‘type’. That’s because ‘types’ are utter bullshit. They’re an imaginary standard to which no real person can stand up. And the truth is, if you *really* fall in love, it doesn’t fucking matter what your lover looks like. Have you ever felt that? Have you ever looked at someone’s face, and realized that as you fell for them, their face became unbelievably beautiful? I hope everybody gets to experience that at one time or another.

The point is… People who are so wrapped up in finding someone who is just their type… They’re robbing themselves of the chance to look at a person, *anyone*, and say “I don’t know you. I never imagined that someone like you existed. I cannot conceive of who you are, or for what you stand… But I want to.”As opposed to “Eh. You seem alright. But next to this angel that exists in my mind, you just aren’t cutting it. What’s that you say? Oh. No. Your mind is irrelevant. Someday I’ll meet someone who is physically an exact match for this person in my head, and I’m sure that his/her mind will also be perfect when I find them.” Does that sound familiar? Sometimes I feel like that’s the way that most of us think.

Have you ever loved somebody so entirely, but just weren’t their type? Have you ever *been* with someone and felt like you were constantly reminded that you weren’t just like the lover in their head? Have you changed something about yourself for someone? Those are all horrible, horrible things. They come from this bullshit mentality of our day and age that says “You can have everything customized. Everything exactly how you want it! Pick and choose. Blonde, big tits, small waist, perfectly round ass, sir? Check, check, check, and check. Broad shoulders, blue eyes, perfect smile, lumberjack arms and a six pack? Coming right up, ma’am.”

My friends… People are not dolls. You don’t get to pick and choose. If you want that, I recommend you look into purchasing one of these:

http://www.realdoll.com/cgi-bin/snav.rd

You might have to save up for quite a while. In the meantime, I suggest you look at the real girl or boy sitting next to you. You might realize that they are more wonderful than anything your mind could dream. You might find real love with a real person.