Today I found an astoundingly and surprisingly truth about myself.
It came to me like an epiphany.
I like chivalrous men.
Those who aim to please me and get out of their own path for me.
Just because it’s rare to witness such acts when it concerns me.
No. Men are not impolite or rude towards me. No.
They usually treat me like another pal, another buddy.
So if I’m walking a mile and carrying a heavy bag, my ‘buddy’ won’t even think of easing the burden and carry it himself. Most likely he will give me his to carry as well.
We are ‘pals’ after all, so why not oblige to his whiny pleas?
At home, it’s exactly the same. Women do the work. Men lazily slouch on the couch.
And it’s ‘okay’, because the wife and the daughter are supposed to take care of everything. It’s engraved just like that in everyone’s mind.
Out of thin air, a man appears and compliments your looks, holds the door for you, walks with you, takes your bag, asks before acting, and you’re hooked.
It’s new, refreshing, and you find yourself smiling despite the wreck of day you had.
The problem, though, it’s when suddenly they’re not so nice anymore.
Instead of being a ‘wannabe girl’ you landed yourself once again in the buddy place.
That or they were trying to get in your pants and you said no.
You’ll strive again for nice compliments and smiles.
Perhaps in a distant future it’ll be like that forever.
A knight in a charming armour. The charming prince. The fairytale.
You wonder, though, how far away is that future.
You’re twenty. It’s not exactly a young age anymore.
Five more years and you’re supposed to at least be thinking of settling down.
You shrug you shoulders. It’s not like it matters when the sun is high.
When the rain comes pouring, though, you find yourself within a void.
You’re alone. Twenty years old and your life tale has no one else but you.
While others, picture a marriage, children, and a future.
You say you’re free and they’re trapped within moral laws.
You know otherwise, unfortunately.
You are alone.
That’s the real and brutal truth.
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