It's strange and not very amusing.
Every boy I know (with the exception of one) has traits that I despise, and they all share the same ones.
They are not dependable. If they tell you that they will be there at such-a-time and that's-the-place, you can almost guarantee there will be this-is-my-excuse and I-never-promised.
They are selfish. They are in things for their own glory, and not to make anyone else happy. I suppose that's just their age, but there is no trace of humility in their attitudes. Never do they admit they have done wrong or hurt other people, because in the grand scheme of things, it really won't matter.
They are foolish. They believe they are entitled to things merely because it's their last year of high school, or because they'll be leaving on their missions soon. They think it gives them the complete right to play around, to toy with feelings, to kiss any girl they wish and then pretend nothing ever happened.
They hide behind other people's logic instead of standing up for themselves. They make girls feel like backseat whores. (This accurate description brought to you by Miss Lindsay.)
I'll kiss you tonight, but you really shouldn't tell anyone. And tomorrow, if I stand you up, you can't say anything about it. If you call me to ask me where I was, you're a nag.
Girls are expendable, and somehow, it always ends up being our fault.
I'm flatly going to admit that I am disappointed in boys. It's not because of my own recent experience, though that does factor in. I suppose in a way it is my own fault, for expecting a slight amount of sincerity, or compassion, or maturity. Even a caring friendship seems beyond the capacity of the small minds that I believed could make my life a happy one.
I cannot wait until they are all in some distant place, rooming with a companion that they dislike, too poor even to buy shoelaces, unsteady in their linguistic skills. Far from home and everything they cherish and love. Relying only on people they barely know, and the Person that knows them better than anyone else.
I will marry a returned missionary if for no other reason than his humility and grace.
I don't mean this out of cruelty, but it's the truth. I want Ben and Alex sent someplace far and difficult, to Ghana or the Czech Republic. I hope that Kameron goes to Korea, and Jared to Russia. I hope they learn about difficulty and pain and hardship. I don't want them to suffer, but I want them to realize that they are more than their accomplishments. They are more than student plays and winning competitions. They are more than kissing girls and never thinking twice about it. They are more than their insincerity and their contrived seriousness.
I know this. But they don't. Not yet.
Every boy I know (with the exception of one) has traits that I despise, and they all share the same ones.
They are not dependable. If they tell you that they will be there at such-a-time and that's-the-place, you can almost guarantee there will be this-is-my-excuse and I-never-promised.
They are selfish. They are in things for their own glory, and not to make anyone else happy. I suppose that's just their age, but there is no trace of humility in their attitudes. Never do they admit they have done wrong or hurt other people, because in the grand scheme of things, it really won't matter.
They are foolish. They believe they are entitled to things merely because it's their last year of high school, or because they'll be leaving on their missions soon. They think it gives them the complete right to play around, to toy with feelings, to kiss any girl they wish and then pretend nothing ever happened.
They hide behind other people's logic instead of standing up for themselves. They make girls feel like backseat whores. (This accurate description brought to you by Miss Lindsay.)
I'll kiss you tonight, but you really shouldn't tell anyone. And tomorrow, if I stand you up, you can't say anything about it. If you call me to ask me where I was, you're a nag.
Girls are expendable, and somehow, it always ends up being our fault.
I'm flatly going to admit that I am disappointed in boys. It's not because of my own recent experience, though that does factor in. I suppose in a way it is my own fault, for expecting a slight amount of sincerity, or compassion, or maturity. Even a caring friendship seems beyond the capacity of the small minds that I believed could make my life a happy one.
I cannot wait until they are all in some distant place, rooming with a companion that they dislike, too poor even to buy shoelaces, unsteady in their linguistic skills. Far from home and everything they cherish and love. Relying only on people they barely know, and the Person that knows them better than anyone else.
I will marry a returned missionary if for no other reason than his humility and grace.
I don't mean this out of cruelty, but it's the truth. I want Ben and Alex sent someplace far and difficult, to Ghana or the Czech Republic. I hope that Kameron goes to Korea, and Jared to Russia. I hope they learn about difficulty and pain and hardship. I don't want them to suffer, but I want them to realize that they are more than their accomplishments. They are more than student plays and winning competitions. They are more than kissing girls and never thinking twice about it. They are more than their insincerity and their contrived seriousness.
I know this. But they don't. Not yet.
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