How 'Fairy Tales and Porn' Failed Us...

And also, how we often fail ourselves.

I've been called jaded quite frequently this past year, especially the past few weeks. I come off as this hardcore skeptic that has lost all faith in mankind and it's potential for good. I whole heartedly agree I am jaded. I don't see it as a negative trait, honestly, but as a self defense mechanism.

I seldom allow myself to have feelings towards people, and yet here I sit openly admitting I go through spurts of opening up to new people and giving them the benefit of the doubt. Hard as I try to go through life thinking everyone's out to hurt me in some way, I always have that little voice inside me that says "Maybe...maybe this one will be different."

I blame all this on the books I read and dreamed about growing up. Movies I watched with unrealistic happy endings that don't exist in real life. This is real life for you:

Guys: 98% of women are attention whores. They're all talk. They claim they're not like everyone else you've ever met, but they all have the same traits. It's science. The question is, what are YOU looking for in a woman? Guess what, all them things those chicks do in porns? They look like they enjoy it...well yes, they get paid to do that. They get money and possessions as a trade for making you feel like you're Eros. If you find a girl that likes to do that for free? Guess what...you're not the only one she's ever told/done that too. You'll get one of two things: a clingy chick with attachment issues, who's only pleasing you because she's afraid of being alone and unwanted or you're getting someone that you mean absolutely NOTHING to, and wants to satisfy you enough to get something out of it. I know you don't care. But life's not a fantasy, hombre. For every action you do, every word you say, there is a consequence. No such thing as free ego strokes. Someone always gets hurt.

Girls: Do you really think you're the first one he's said all those pretty words too? That he was wondering through life in a haze, and now that he has you he's suddenly found a reason to live for? That you are the first time he's ever fallen in love? Let's get real. First of all, you're not the only one he talks to in his life. Sure, maybe he loves you, but you know how it is, ladies. You keep eying everyone he talks to or communicates with like a hawk. "What did that ';)' he sent that chick on Twitter/Facebook/whatever mean??" Insecurities. We all have them. Mostly because we've given some of them enough trust and space in the past, and they took that a sign to make 2 or 3 girls his objects of affection. Let's boil it down to, once again, needs. Guys really only talk to us due to the possibility of getting off with our aid in the near or far future. The fact that they find someone with their same tastes, with smarts and a good sense of humor is what makes them want to connect any further than that. There is no Westley from The Princess Bride. Life will NEVER be like The Notebook. Ever. Get it? All you can hope for is that someone out there is willing to accept that you, aside from wanting to bone them, love them and are willing to overlook their flaws.

There is NO way to ever trust anyone, without getting hurt at some point. We all make mistakes. Sometimes you will do the hurting, sometimes they will. But I think we're all grown up now, and the least someone can do for another is be honest. If all you want is a piece of ass? Say it. If you're just looking for someone to be your escape from a dull life? Say it. You have no idea how much I'd appreciate it, if new people I meet would just tell me from the beginning "Yeah, I'm totally gonna screw you over." Because, I can be detached too. You want me to only be around when you need me? Say so. I'm pretty good at giving people space. What I don't appreciate is when I'm only constantly here whenever YOU have time.

Life's a big, ole, fat game of chance. Sometimes you find what you've been wanting you're whole existence. Most times you get an endless parade of asshats and attention whores that care nothing about you. You're another number. You're another pretty word. You're another 'I love you'. You're not feeling anything that hasn't been felt before by billions of others.

So let's all go ahead and put our big boy and girl undies on and appreciate what little good, REAL things we have in our lives. Leave the dreaming for when you're sleeping. It hurts less, and you come off way...WAY less silly to others.

Good morning, world. Good morning.