A Handy Primer For The Partner Impaired

I spend a lot of time on social media being, well, social. Occasionally I wax political on Twitter, but for the most past I prefer keeping it on the human touch side of things.

Part of my interaction consists of not interacting, knowing when one is best advised to sit it out. A good time for this is when the conversation and/or conversers wander down paths I am either unfamiliar with – for example, pretty much every Marvel movie ever made other than Big Hero 6 which wasn’t really a Marvel movie but a Marvel character featured in a delightful Disney movie setting. Also, there are times when maintaining a dignified silence is the proper course of action. Such is the case when the FSS, in this case an acronym for Four S Squad (saved, single, satisfied, and searching) kicks into their weekly bemoaning of their solitary state. Why didn’t it work out with him or her? Why didn’t he or she stay? Why won’t he or she notice me? Why can’t I find someone to be with?

The FSS is a 24/7 enablement crew … er, support team for fellow members, always there to remind each other and in an unspoken fashion whomsoever is handing out the advice that it is indeed “their” fault they are singing solo in a duet world, “they” being any member of the opposite gender (spare the outrage, Pride Month people, you know you’re a ridiculously small minority and no one outside your immediate circle or agenda-driven MSM cares about your sex life) who in whatever fashion spurns advances. Or, worse yet, makes advances neither first seeking permission nor checking if he or she was “in your league.” Based on the near countless conversations I have read, all FSS types are unshakable in their belief they are strictly top tier pros.

Which leads to the show and tell portion of this post.

This is Brie Larson.

Brie Larson is an actress. Apparently she is a very good one, given that she won an Oscar for Best Actress a few years ago. She is currently best known for playing Captain Marvel in the Marvel movies.

Now, guys, let’s be real here.

She is out of your league. Yes, there is the not inconsiderable fact that in real life she comes off as something of a cartoon character man-bashing SJW type. Nevertheless, she is still out of your league. Completely and permanently.

You will never marry her. You will never date her. You will never have a conversation with her. You will almost undoubtedly never get so much as a photo op with her.

Fun to dream about? Sure. But if you have so much as half a brain cell plugged into the This Is The Way It Is socket, as opposed to the This Is The Way Love Is outlet, you know it will never happen. Get on with actual life and look for a woman who’ll love you and vice versa.

Next, this is Keanu Reeves.

Ladies of the FSS, I bring news.

You’ve been lied to.

And you’re lying to yourselves.

Keanu Reeves is out of your league.

You will never marry him. You will never date him. You will never have a conversation with him. You will almost undoubtedly never get so much as a photo op with him.

He is out of your league.

Fun to dream about? Sure. But if you have so much as half a brain cell plugged into the This Is The Way It Is socket, as opposed to the This Is The Way Love Is outlet, you know it will never happen. Get on with actual life and look for a man who’ll love you and vice versa.

Now, our final picture in today’s show and tell, this one for all members of the FSS. This is a mirror.

Vintage Ornate Black Mirror 64x84x4cm

You doubtless either own one or are in close proximity to one. Go look into it. Tell me what you see. Actually, tell me what you don’t see.

Why, that’s right!

You don’t see Brie Larson or Keanu Reeves.

You may, and most likely are, anywhere on the looks scale from cute to full-blown gorgeous. But you’re not Brie Larson, and you’re not Keanu Reeves. How, then, should one respond to this revelation?

Start with accepting yourself as you are. Of course if there’s a health issue via obesity or anorexia, it should be dealt with properly and professionally. But aside from that, you are what you are and that is all you are. Accept it. Shakira, who is also out of your league, was right. Hips don’t lie, and yours are telling the truth about who you are.

Also accept that everyone else on this planet you will come into contact with is who they are. They are far more than likely to be on the same level as you. They are in your league and you are in their league, like it or not. Respond accordingly.

Sarcasm aside, there are few things more frustrating than watching people who ought to know better fritter days, weeks, months, years, decades, and entire lifespans away because they are addicted to an illusion. We are all we have to work with. We, the people who know and care about each other. We, the people who constantly act as though every failed relationship is 100% the other person’s fault. Sometimes it is. Ofttimes it isn’t. Step away from the self-inflicted wounds of unreal expectations for others and unrealistic dreams of either the perfect partner or our own position on the totem pole. Accept who you are – a person made in God’s image, hopefully one who knows you are a sinner saved by grace and faith in Jesus – and start accepting others on the same level.

Who knows? You may find your own Brie Larson or Keanu Reeves.

Preferably better.