Deserving?

Every girl has the friends that will rattle off the "You deserve so much better..." line. I definitely have mine. I appreciate the sincere ones so much, too, don't get me wrong. But what makes a girl deserving? The single phrase that I've heard over the last month and a half is "You don't deserve how he's treating you," or "You deserve better than how he's being..." In some contexts, this makes me feel so much better, but then today, it kind of made me think. Every girl hears this at some point in her life, yet not all girls are necessarily deserving. I mean, sure it'd be nice if you world was all rainbows and butterflies, but we often find ourselves compromising because it isn't (That's right, Katie Farmer.) And every girl hears the whole "Don't ever compromise what you want..."  speech. But that's kind of life. Wants change. That's a tangent, back to the point. Is anyone really entitled to anything? No. But it'd be nice... So we convince ourselves that someday our prince will come, because after all, there's someone for everyone. Although that might by true, it doesn't always work out. There are a considerable amount of single people in the world over the age of thirty. Because life isn't a fairytale, no matter how much we dilude ourselves into believing it. 

Sorry for the seemingly cynical outlook, but there's more. I love these lyrics.

She's getting a job at the firm come Monday
The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney
Moonlighting aside, she really needs his money
Oh, wonderful caricature of intimacy.

 Obviously this is about the lawyer and the virgin. Ah, how I love Panic! I don't know if I included it in my last post, but nothing puts me in the same mood that Panic! does. Definitely not their new CD though. They did NOT play it like Dallas Green and deliver. But I digress... I thought I would be on Eta Sig exec this next year, but I'm not, so I have no reason to play anything safe. I love how Panic! makes me see the world. I wish I lived in the 1920's where there were burlesque dancers (legitimate burlesque, not the current connotation) instead of strippers. I could just live in The Great Gatsby. 

Anyway, moral of the story: the world is filled with caricatures of intimacy. As misleading as my previous statements might be, I don't find this encouraging in any way. Half of myself loves who I am, and the other half won't speak to me. That has nothing to do with this by the way. I'm tired of hoping for the best in the world and seeing only the worst in people. Its crazy how much one's outlook can affect a situation... 


Love Always.