Thursday, November 11, 2010
Stuff: Dated Image
It seemed like a good idea. I was fresh from having weathered rough romantic waters, and was eager and excited to find love, once again. So I turned to my trusty friend, the Internet…
In just a few minutes I was torn apart by ad after ad of women fixated on the hunky, young, tall, chiseled, motorcycle riding, tattooed bad boy. Or, the suave business professional with the large bank roll and opulent need to flaunt. I was reduced, in just a few mouse clicks, to a dumpy, old, boring geek. I was too small, too odd, and too poor. I was ugly.
No, worse than that; I actually began to not only feel ugly, but started to convince myself to bear the mantle of some sort of social reject for being… me. I began to talk myself down, trying to fit myself to this new role. It was only after some work, and some input by friends, that I realized that something was, indeed, wrong, but it wasn’t me. And once I got my head clear, and took a look around, I was left with one question; What the Hell is wrong with us?!
At some point we got the whole notion of the fantasy world of TV and movies mixed up with the reality of being a real person living a real life; myself included. Hollywood showed us what “the ideal” was, dressed up to sell us the latest star, product, our hip trendy slogan or icon fashioned for its selling appeal. We started to compare ourselves to this idea of what was sexy, beautiful, and attractive; looking for guidance on how to live our lives, feed our faces, and conduct our relationships. And if we didn’t measure up, then there was something wrong… with us.
But the reality is something different. Life happens, it’s not scripted. It doesn’t have sponsors to appease. It’s not going to cast you because you’re beefy or curvey enough. You don’t have to drive that one, fast car. You don’t have to have that super career. There’s no need to live a flashy life. And there’s no ratings family to tell you when you’re doing it right, or wrong; or that you need to change your marketing strategy.
We are all substantial, unique people that the world took time to create. In fact, you are a testament to the craftsmanship of the very power of the Universe. That should be the reason we live the lives we do, love who we love, and be the person we best feel we are. Not because some cheap, propped up, hollow Hollywood facade tells us how to get, rich, popular, or laid more.
It’s like there’s this wonderful gift put out in front of us, but we’ve become completely enamoured by the wrapping paper that we’ve totally over looked the gift it covers. We’ve been fooled into forgetting that what really counts is, in fact, from withing. Oh, sure, muscles and tight bodies are attractive. But so, too, is sincerity, humour, compassion, wit, and confidence.
As for me? Well, I’m not too tall, not so hard bodied, or financially well off. But, I’m an honest, caring, fairly healthy guy who loves life and all it has to offer. So yeah, I’m heading out there, again, back into the big, scary dating game. I think I’ll do just fine.
Peace and Grace be with you. Stop fretting over the ribbons and bows and just open the bloody box. You may find the most precious gift of all in there… a fulfilling life.