Quantum mechanics is the girl you meet at the poetry reading. Everyone thinks she’s really interesting and people you don’t know are obsessed about her. You go out. It turns out that she’s pretty complicated and has some issues. Later, after you’ve broken up, you wonder if her aura of mystery is actually just confusion.
blogblah!!! thought this whole post, linked above, was brilliantly funny!
I’ll be the first to admit:
so fucking true; and the guys who are lured by the “mystery” are usually disappointed; maybe those guys should go out with the girl and not the mystery; don’t they know the expectation of the mysterious is flawed? the more he figures out, the less there is to learn; the less there is to learn (once he figures out people really are pretty much the same and if not, pretty much just fucked up), the less interesting she is; then he dumps her and she’s even more fucked up for the next guy. How fucking ironic.
Baggage should never be mistaken for mystery.
The men who are enticed by what they perceive as “the mysterious” are those who adore, idolize and chase the goddess illusion. If a woman wants to be on some man’s pedestal, there are plenty of men out there willing to do that, but realize…they are hopeless womanizers, and must seek out the next and the next and the next, because, of course, we eventually fall short of the illusion. And the pain of the fall far outlives the temporary high of the pedestal.
Just one jaded woman’s opinion.
Westika: maybe you should change your blog name to Fucking Ironies ?