Greetings G.O. readers!
Thanks for stopping by to check out another edition of my Girl October blog. I’ve actually been wanting to write this one for awhile, but kept changing my mind. This was potentially supposed to be my return-from-the-long-absence-post; but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do it since it could possibly be viewed as a “mean girl” blog entry, (and I’m supposed to be pro-positivity); but at the same time, it’s kinda funny too, and one of those topics that all of us have thought about whether we’ve said it aloud or not.
Okay, let me give a disclaimer: I fully believe that there’s someone for everyone, and what’s desirable is in the eye of the beholder. No one is really less loveable than anyone else, independent of someone else’s personal tastes and preferences. Each person has their own internal standards for what’s good looking and what’s not–for what acceptable behavior and what’s not–for what’s gross and what’s not…I think you get the picture. Mental note: Gross is the operative word here.
This brings me to the topic of Super Duper Friends. To me, a super duper friend is that person who may be a sweetie pie for the most part, but due to various reasons, (that don’t all necessarily have to do with looks, such as nose picking, bad breath, long, dirty finger nails, or smelling like stinky cigarette smoke), you just know that you could never be anything beyond, buds. Here’s the thing though–even though we could only ever be friends in my mind, I’d be willing to be their super-duper friend. We could hang out together. We could watch movies together. I could provide a shoulder to cry on. They could bounce ideas off me. In these situations, I can acknowledge that this person could be awesome in many respects–just not awesome enough, for us to ever get down like that. Or probably for them to touch me in general. Shudder.
I got inspired to do this post because of someone I was thinking about who I’d been around periodically in the past. This person didn’t have the best personal habits and seemed oblivious to the fact he was doing some gross-out stuff–at least from my perspective. Let me just say, that no, this was not someone who was ever a friend of mine. I wouldn’t even go there about someone who’s a current friend or former friend. This was someone I dealt with occasionally in a non-personal capacity, (as part of my job). He seemed to be a very sweet person, don’t get me wrong; but hacking up a lung and not covering his mouth, wasn’t exactly endearing, not to mention digging in his ear with a pencil and then rubbing the ear wax between his fingers, in front of me. Yuck! I get that we all have our own habits that are less than perfect, but some people take it too far. Extra tidbit of info: I’m pretty sure some tobacco chewing or snuff dipping was a part of this guy’s daily routine, and that wasn’t helping matters either.
But I asked myself, could I be friends with him or other dudes I’ve encountered, that were like him, (but in other gross ways)? Dudes who are cool enough personality wise, but you just know that physically, nothing would ever go down? Dudes where you know that if there was just you and them left on the planet to repopulate it, that the human population would just have to go extinct? And the answer is yes. In real life, I could be his friend, with some behavioral adjustments. But the true point of this post isn’t to promote being friends or not being friends with someone you really aren’t into, it’s instead to say, that even though I wouldn’t care to have a friend who I find somewhat repulsive, I would much rather be their friend all day long before there’d ever be a snowball’s chance of us being anything more. Facts.
Now, fear not. As mentioned before, this isn’t a mean girl post, despite how it sounds. Even if I feel this way about someone, I would never ever say anything like that to their face. This would all be played out in my head; although if you really plan on becoming friends for real or more, (if that’s your thing), you might want to have a private convo gently steering them in a more tasteful direction–habit wise.
This is all just a personal preference within myself. I would never purposely hurt anyone’s feelings. I’ve had that done to me a time or two in my life and wouldn’t dare do it to someone else, (without provocation). No, this is just me thinking out loud, about how some things could just never be; how I’d wish some guys the absolute best on their journeys and support them in whatever way I could. I could love them like I was their own sister. I’d be their best friend. But nothing more. We’d be super duper friends.
PS:
The person who inspired this post will never read it. This type of stuff isn’t even on his radar. And even if he did, he would never pick up on the fact these were some of his habits. He’d be oblivious; nonetheless, I dedicate this post to EB, (not his real initials). I wish you all the happiness in the world, bro. And may your habits one day, be as equally endearing to some special person, as they are NOT so endearing to me.
Bless Your October Souls…..
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| This dude would stand a better chance than some |