but i am that way, consistently, from the moment you meet me.
and i’m not saying that’s good, but only that it should be considered in light of the fact that everyone has faults. and that not everyone is as up front about theirs.
so i am always and forever confused when i encounter a boy who is attracted to my particular set of flaws, finds them fascinating (i’ve heard “exciting” even), then decides that they’re hard to live with and that he wants me to change.
i never ask that of anyone, although there are often lots of things about them i wish i could change.
honestly, if you can fall in love with someone who is irascible and unapologetic and then expect them to change to keep you in love, then you don’t deserve them.
if it’s not (at all) you, it’s me
…it’s probably you.
but he’s still writing a love song about me.
A woman is a wonderful thing. And you are. But in you, as in all of them, is the indifference of Carmen, the joy of cruelty in Cleopatra, the tyrannical marble-heartedness of Katherine de Medici, and the cold glitter of all the passionless despots of men’s warm souls since sex originated…I’m not blaming you. I’m blaming the ages of women gone before you who handed such legacies down…
Men are fools, weak, wine-blooded, deeply-devoted darn fools…Whom the gods destroy they first make madly in love with a girl.