Those Standards

Setting a criteria on what type of people you would want to make friends with is good. But as far as my 24 years here on Earth tells me, the type of people you draw into your life reflects who you are. That means, when you set this criteria on other people, make sure you also pass them yourself - 100%.


It is quite ironic to realize that we impose things on people we allow into our lives and unknowingly we don't impose these things on ourselves. Ladies set standards on men they want as lovers and vice versa. Isn't it a bit of an injustice when we do such a thing. We, ourselves, are not perfect, how can we demand perfectness on other people then. When a friend of mine told me what was my opinion on her view that men are intimidated by me, i said "care bears" -i.e. i don't care. Given that they are too insecure of themselves and tend to see me in exaggerated ways, I don't see that those insecurities are too justifiable for them to not break the wall and be friends (or intimate friends, you know what i mean) with me. It's ridiculous sometimes. Your love (intent) must overpower your view of self-worth. People say, I set a very high standard on men. I say, "What standards?!" Jokingly, I told my friends, okay here's my list:

1. He should have a huge amount of land. Uhm, 2 sacks can suffice.
2. He should have a car, one with "Hot Wheels" stickers on the side. AAA powered.
3. A number of mansions big enough to fit my nonexistent Barbie dolls.
4. A nice amount of $$$$ money enough to fill up my Pink Piggy Alkansya I bought myself years ago which, as far as I can remember, have not been full since I acquired it.

Power, riches, and all that jazz. I say, Power, riches, and all that crap. I have none, as far as I'm aware of, you never know, I was just adopted by my parents, I actually came from somewhere out there, a daughter of a couple who's rich enough to buy a country... but I know I am not, and I would not have dreamed of another life other than what my parents gave me and what I have given to myself. I am always contented and happy regardless of what I have, or I don't have. God gives blessings to people for reasons. Likewise, God doesn't give them for other justifiable reasons. So I'm happy still.

My dad, with whom, my grandmother (mother's side) doesn't approve of since time immemorial, isn't perfect. I don't want him to be. I love him for what he is, what he is capable of, what he is not capable of. My parents, given they had 6 children along the way, was not able to provide all that we wanted, but I was, and will still be happy with the material and nonmaterial things they provided me selflessly. I am happy. This just goes to show that the crap women (or men) want from another being would just remain crap. Has been, and always will be.

Well, I have got to end here. My friend demands her crap, err, food. She's starving, I'm starving. So i'll end abruptly here! Toink!