The Eye Of The Beerholder

 People like to say that looks aren't everything. They also say things like beauty is only skin deep or one man's trash is another man's treasure. Rationally, I would like to think that all the men and women in the world view one another with an unbiased viewpoint, but I know that it is not true. I watched a TikTok video earlier this week and it crushed my soul. A guy, left a pretty girl a message about getting some ice cream or going out for put-put golf, was eviscerated by other female commenters. They broke him so much with words like "ugly, freak, pervert" and so on that he was crushed and defeated. I felt bad for the guy, because he took his shot and these commenters made him feel as if he were less than human.

And where we are today with all of our modern technology is at a point where we can discard others simply for not fitting into a superficial mold that has been perpetuated by the health, fashion, advertising, music and movie industry.  We have lost sight of what is good in others in order to find arm candy. WE want to have love that looks good on paper and in photographs, regardless of the amount of years that it takes to acquire that love. We develop "reality" tv shows that pair eager bachelors and bachelorettes with cunning contestants out to wreck one another. We supply shows with folks who catfish one another, in order to show the haves just what is lurking in the shadows if they are not careful. We incorporate check yes or no boxes for every small, inane, obscure facet of human development in order to weed out each others differences so that all we have left is a hodgepodge of pretty faces, sculptured abs without heads, and meaningless interactions with folks who are fine being alone rather than working on a true relationship.

Weeding out the garden. 

I am not an attractive man. I learned early on in my youth that I was not attracting anyone, regardless of the things I did. I could bloom. I could be sullen. I could be flirtatious and gracious and all of those things that make someone want to be around you, and I would still fall flat. I have been called fat, when I was skinny. I have been called untouchable, thinking I was sending off a vibe of sensuality. When one man asked me "why doesn't someone love you" while his cock was buried in my ass, all that I could think of was that I didn't have high enough standards. My inability to understand my own shortcomings has led me to being the confused and hurt grown ass man that I am today.