Quick (Real)ization

Some people have "pretty" in their genes. 

In the grand scheme of things...

I think it hurts more than it helps. 

I think I'd lose a lot of personality too if I was really good looking.  Who needs the hassle of building character when you've got looks to carry you?  We are social creatures after all; if the judgement of our peers bears overwhelming approval as it is, based on our "beauty," what more is there?  And that seems shallow of me.  Even stupid, you might say.  It is stupid.  It's all so very very stupid. 

Which is why I sometimes want to take life and punch it in the face. 

Pretty empty heads
--like frozen flower beds--
are as pretty as they are dead 

On the other hand, it's incredibly poetic. 

Oh life, how poetic you are. 


Still.

Nothing is beautiful about someone whose salient characteristic is based on what their DNA gave them.  No, that's called luck.  There's no value in luck.  Not in my book. 

In the past few days--I've realized something.  They're not all the same.  Females aren't all just different individuals.  --No, that's a lie every nice guy believes. 

 That's why I think I might categorize the female sex as: 

• Chicks
• Girls
• Women
• People

The Chicks are the girls who are easily seduced, easily angered, easily made upset, and easily the most bland type of female there is.  "Let's pick up Chicks." 

The Girls can be on either end of the innocent-devlish spectrum; the distinction is in their mannerism and the current course they're on.  I've had a relationship with a girl--she liked to write romance and cook orange chicken.  "She's a nice girl."  

The Women are the ones with maturity, prestige, maybe even a decent amount of smarts.  However, I see this very label as a stereotype as well--though not nearly as bad as "Chicks."  Women can be down right crazy.  But they're a great catch compared to the above.  "Damn.  Women." 

Finally, the Person.  The person doesn't fall into any of the above categories because they simply don't seem to fit the label.  You don't think of her as a Chick, or really just a Girl, or a Woman.  You see her for her genuine personality.  I think the key here is that PEOPLE are real.  PEOPLE come to mind when I think about hope, good, intelligence, overall positivity.  When I think of partner-for-life, I don't think of a chick or a woman or a girl.  I think about a person.  This makes perfect sense to me in my world; you may not see the lines I've drawn around these words but I think it fits well from my experience. 

It's funny because I was just thinking, one day, about how I haven't met a lot girls around here who just seemed real.  Tonight, my father tried to explain to me something (about a different topic) and asked me this: 

"Where do you go to find pumpkins, son?"
"...the pumpkin patch."
"That's right.  The pumpkin patch." 

Of course.  That's why. 


I have to keep reminding myself that this is a fucking desert.  (But where is the pumpkin patch?  I'd bet bunnies it's somewhere near San Francisco.)

Anyway, back to my original thesis: 

Pretty genes can make an ugly personality. 

Especially here.

In Temecula.