Relationships are pretty much a serious of compromises from the time one of us says to the other "I want to be with you and you alone". Never mind the other pussy calling, or the dick that was on her cell phone last week, from there its just the two of you. You've settled, found your match and at that moment, this person, makes your happier than any play thing could. So you play house, and settle in. Movie nights, dinner dates, dancing, poetry reading, jazz clubs, great sex (obviously) all becomes the new agenda. You two don't even see anything going on outside the bubble you've created and why should you. Who else do you need but the company of someone who you consider the better half..."you complete me" word to Jerry. It's amazing, its fantastic. It feels like La, Ny, summertime chi!! It feels....perfect....and then you wake up.
He sneezes on you and farts at the same time. Part of you laughs. She uses your bathroom and it doesn't smell like roses, part of you laughs. The other parts of your start noticing that smear marks on the Mona Lisa. Slowly but surely this person becomes human to you. He goes to the club with his people and comes back popped. Part of you understands. She goes to the club with her girls and comes back popped, part of you understands. It begins with the small things and eventually you’re coming to grips with the fact that maybe your not Jay and Beyonce. This is where things get the rockiest. See, the problem withAmerica America
The problem is most people don't make it past this realization and begin to go find perfection elsewhere, or perceived perfection: Some girl with a fatter ass and a cuter smile, or some guy who can bench 300. Then, in the revolving door that is relationships, we see that person do a 360 and realize their not what we thought they were either. It’s like a drug that has you in the street naked as hell at 3 in the morning holding your dick looking for a fix that was a good as the first one (not that I've ever been out at 3 in the morning. naked.) But we fail to realize that perfection doesn't exist. People lose out on so much, trying to chase it down. What’s that saying "Don't leave the one you love, for the one you like, because the one you like will leave you for one they love"? I probably fucked it all up but the point is its true as fuck. By the time you realized you fucked up its too late for both of you to get it back. Then you’re just sad and shit. Depressed, listening to Kid Cudi records. (Even though I fuck with that album)
Here's the thing, my outlook is that no ones and nothing is perfect. I stopped striving for perfection when it came to relationships. Not my life, or my passion (I WILL get everything I want out of this life) but in relationships because people aren't flawless. We're flawed, greatly. That doesn't mean we can't strive for better, but that also doesn't mean don't go chasing waterfalls when the ocean is what made you happy in the first place. I've come to expect it, in fact I prefer it. I find comfort not just in what makes a woman desirable, but her flaws as well, that what makes us unique(or crazy or sexy, feel free to substitute words their). That also shows me I'm not the only human in the building, and I appreciate that.
Men and women when dealing with each other are crazy as hell. Neither understands the other, and it doesn't help that when we fuck(With) each other we expect the other person to turn into that video model (even though these days their easier to come by) or r&b singer and the world will magically fall into place. As soon as we realize the other person is a real human we bolt for the next rather than understanding that real "Love"(I'm hesitant to use that word, not really a fan) is a long, long war in which victories and losses occur all the time. Its messy, confusing, depressing, wild, sexy, random, fucked up, fucking great, great fucking , sloppy, unorganized, flawed...and all we can do is hold on and hope we hit Happy. Because honestly, I'd rather be happy, then perfect. Honestly, perfect is boring as fuck. But that's just me. Outy5000.
He sneezes on you and farts at the same time. Part of you laughs. She uses your bathroom and it doesn't smell like roses, part of you laughs. The other parts of your start noticing that smear marks on the Mona Lisa. Slowly but surely this person becomes human to you. He goes to the club with his people and comes back popped. Part of you understands. She goes to the club with her girls and comes back popped, part of you understands. It begins with the small things and eventually you’re coming to grips with the fact that maybe your not Jay and Beyonce. This is where things get the rockiest. See, the problem with
The problem is most people don't make it past this realization and begin to go find perfection elsewhere, or perceived perfection: Some girl with a fatter ass and a cuter smile, or some guy who can bench 300. Then, in the revolving door that is relationships, we see that person do a 360 and realize their not what we thought they were either. It’s like a drug that has you in the street naked as hell at 3 in the morning holding your dick looking for a fix that was a good as the first one (not that I've ever been out at 3 in the morning. naked.) But we fail to realize that perfection doesn't exist. People lose out on so much, trying to chase it down. What’s that saying "Don't leave the one you love, for the one you like, because the one you like will leave you for one they love"? I probably fucked it all up but the point is its true as fuck. By the time you realized you fucked up its too late for both of you to get it back. Then you’re just sad and shit. Depressed, listening to Kid Cudi records. (Even though I fuck with that album)
Here's the thing, my outlook is that no ones and nothing is perfect. I stopped striving for perfection when it came to relationships. Not my life, or my passion (I WILL get everything I want out of this life) but in relationships because people aren't flawless. We're flawed, greatly. That doesn't mean we can't strive for better, but that also doesn't mean don't go chasing waterfalls when the ocean is what made you happy in the first place. I've come to expect it, in fact I prefer it. I find comfort not just in what makes a woman desirable, but her flaws as well, that what makes us unique(or crazy or sexy, feel free to substitute words their). That also shows me I'm not the only human in the building, and I appreciate that.
Men and women when dealing with each other are crazy as hell. Neither understands the other, and it doesn't help that when we fuck(With) each other we expect the other person to turn into that video model (even though these days their easier to come by) or r&b singer and the world will magically fall into place. As soon as we realize the other person is a real human we bolt for the next rather than understanding that real "Love"(I'm hesitant to use that word, not really a fan) is a long, long war in which victories and losses occur all the time. Its messy, confusing, depressing, wild, sexy, random, fucked up, fucking great, great fucking , sloppy, unorganized, flawed...and all we can do is hold on and hope we hit Happy. Because honestly, I'd rather be happy, then perfect. Honestly, perfect is boring as fuck. But that's just me. Outy5000.
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