For the fifth time in a matter of months, a woman has walked briefly into my life and taken an interest in completely changing who I am.
Let’s first examine who I am. I’m a Chicago White Sox fan and have loved baseball for 30 years. It’s as much a part of who I am as my DNA. I love beautiful women and I celebrate them. I love heavy metal music. This is all a part of what makes me who I am. And the idea that anyone would change that irks me.
I was recently asked out by a woman who literally liked nothing about me. Right down to my facial hair. Now, bear in mind that I don’t know this woman outside of social networking and texting. But she apparently has an ego big enough to assume that I would shave off my beard to satisfy her whim about my facial hair. She also told me she would “rather stab (her) eyes out with a fork” than watch baseball. Fair enough, but the fact is I would rather stab my eyes out with a fork than spend another 15 seconds talking to an overinflated, egomaniacal, selfish cunt of a woman.
Several months ago a woman told me she would “not compete” with baseball for my attention. That’s probably a good idea. Because unless you completely sweep me off my feet, you’re not going to compete. You’ll always finish second.
The point here is, I am who I am. Not only is your approval not needed, its irrelevant. If you’re a single woman who is over the age of 30 and you’re trying to pick up men to change into something other than what they are, you need to take a long, hard look in the mirror and ask yourself, who really needs to change?
No self-respecting man is going to just give up his lifelong pursuits of interest because some woman asks him to, or in my case, nags me to. I am a happy, self-sufficient, single man. I don’t need a woman to “complete” me, especially if all she is doing is tearing me down. That’s going in the opposite direction. On some level, a woman may help to enhance my life. But I have yet to meet one that’s anything more than a hindrance and a drain on my happiness. That kind of woman I do not need.
If I want to wear a beard, I’ll wear a beard. If I want to watch the White Sox game, or listen to Megadeth, or sleep with an audiobook playing in my stereo, I’m going to do just that. If I want to post funny memes featuring women in bikinis, you have two choices, accept it or stop looking. I’m not going to change who I am.
A pathetic, weak man might allow a woman to completely mold him into something he’s not, in which case she’s gonna be dressing him and telling him what to eat and what to watch and what to like and his life is going to be a nightmare.
In closing, be who you are, critics be damned. You have one life to live, you have to decide if you want to be true to yourself and enjoy what you are doing, or if you have such a need to make someone else happy that you’re willing to destroy your own happiness. I’m not willing to do that. I am who I am, you can accept me and we’ll get along fine or you can just open the door and walk out.
Like me for who I am, or piss off. The choice is yours.