While reading outside of my work place, a man graced me with such moving words I almost lost composure. All witty thoughts that I’m most definitely known for left. My normal daring smirk etched upon my face, crippled.
“Your pretty. You must not pay attention to common men like me and only dote upon your Rich boyfriend.” Emphasis on the Rich if you haven’t noticed.
I blinked and blinked at this man, and tried to composedly reply. I was not particularly in the mood to jest with this man. (Because I was reading a book)
I said no, that is not the case. Trying to be short and cutting through the chase of a thralled out conversation. This post is not about how I turn down unwanted calls from men. Its more aimed at my thoughts after he had left.
This man ignored my book and went to complement me on my looks. And that I, as what he professed to be a beautiful woman can’t possibly have a personality. Lacking any depth to my choosing of a suitor. My main requirement is wealth.
I repeat I had a book in my hand. Most people no matter their sex, equipped with just a small amount of understanding in the art of conversing. Would start by engaging me through means of the book in my hands.
Either this mans remarks was a reflection of his own inner insecurities. Or he was telling me what mines appear to be. That if he had more money he would be able to catch the most dazzling fish in the sea. Neglecting the fact that after some time he’s going to need to be able to carry a conversation. And be someone worth being around.
I’m still quite fixated on these encounters and wonder how many women face them daily. No matter our surroundings of hints into our personalities, they still comment on the outer appearance. Assuming that we should be honored to have them complement us on something God graced us with, looks. That thing we had nothing to do with, and can’t change if we tried.
Inside of a library, world history museum and still people comment on our exterior. I now feel ashamed slightly for all past instances when I too complemented superficially upon the essences of people.
I wonder how it is in the life of a man. I shall have to take my time and ask about. How often do women hit you with a line dripping in skin crawling stereotypes?
Most humans are unattractive in numerous ways.
We complement each others beauty and ability to smile.
Never mentioning reality and delving into topics we ourselves long for someone to ask about. We are such surface dwellers dazzled by the chimerical aspect of life.
Big Contradiction 