{"id":132,"date":"2010-01-03T17:05:24","date_gmt":"2010-01-03T22:05:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/barbieangell.wordpress.com\/?p=132"},"modified":"2010-01-03T17:05:24","modified_gmt":"2010-01-03T22:05:24","slug":"men","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/men\/","title":{"rendered":"….men…."},"content":{"rendered":"

Shit.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Shit. I did it again.<\/p>\n

There you were standing unobtrusively on the other side of the door. Seemingly harmless….offering up thoughts and ideas and witty satiricals on life, love and the things that parents do to their children. And I knew nothing would come about….I knew that as a point of fact. I knew that boys like you never have more than a moment\u2019s interest in girls like me. Girls like me who\u2019s only view of the vehicle of life is the road kill encrusted undercarriage as it runs me down again. And there I was, absently wishing that a boy like you, a boy with honesty and integrity floating in his eyes, that a boy like you would want to be with a girl like me….<\/p>\n

And after hours of conversation and listening to you sing the lyrics of all that is you and the comfort of it wrapped around me like a homemade quilt and my thoughts had changed from wanting to be with a boy like you, to simply wanting you. And I resigned myself to the fact that it would never happen and I cursed myself for even daring to dream so high and I tried to bring myself to the realism of the world I knew and then it happened….you kissed me.<\/p>\n

And I was caught up in the possibility once again that maybe something wonderful could happen to me. And I gave in to the fantasy that it was really happening now. And after we slept together and after you assured me that sex wasn\u2019t all that you wanted from me and after you offered me the prestigious title of \u201cfriends who have sex\u201d and after I declined and after I quit lying to myself about a boy like you ever wanting a girl like me….<\/p>\n

After all of that I thought, \u201cShit.\u201d Why did I open the door?<\/p>\n

Shopping<\/strong><\/p>\n

So how do you choose….
\nwhen you\u2019re at the grocery store looking for the
\nperfect box of cereal?
\nIs it the one that\u2019s the cheapest?
\nThe one that has the least amount of fat?
\nAre you one of those people who are obsessed with
\nexpiration dates?
\nConstantly putting back that gallon of milk for one
\nwith a later date on it?
\nOne a little younger?
\nDo you go for the packaging?
\nOr are you the type that insists
\nthat the package doesn\u2019t really matter….
\nThat it\u2019s merely a coincidence that the outside is
\n\u201cBeautiful\u201d and that the inside is just as good as the
\nplain wrapped brand that you\u2019ve been consuming for
\nthe last five years.
\nDoes it matter that the outside trappings are
\ndeliberately that lovely because the inside has
\nabsolutely no substance?
\nIt\u2019s a marketing scheme to fool you.
\nAnd when you finally realize all of that….
\nWhen you finally figure out all that has been done to you,
\nand that all of it worked,
\nwill you feel a little stupid?
\nWill you feel just a tiny bit cheated?
\nTell me, how do you choose the perfect box of cereal
\nwhen you\u2019re at the grocery store?
\nAre you using the same methods that you use
\nto choose a girlfriend?
\nWell, I hate to be the one to tell you, but if you\u2019re
\npaying for the flashy, trendy packaging,
\nyou\u2019ll find that it\u2019s all you\u2019re going to get.<\/p>\n

Prop Food<\/strong><\/p>\n

So here I am again and my heart is in my pen
\nand I cannot see the forest for the ink.
\nAnd what\u2019s a girl to do when her heart is split in two,
\nbut settle herself down inside a drink?<\/p>\n

Why aren\u2019t men the way they seem
\nin my mind and in my dreams?
\n\u2018Cause reality is such a bitter joke.
\nAnd I really shouldn\u2019t sit and sip away a fifth….
\nno, in addition I should cry and smoke.<\/p>\n

You see, I\u2019m just the food
\nthat will get you in the mood,
\nand then you will decide on someone else.
\nAlthough you want a girl like me,
\nyou fight your mind and all you need,
\nyou choose a bitch and leave me lying on the shelf.<\/p>\n

So please don\u2019t ask me yet again
\nif we could still be friends,
\nso you can cry on me when you\u2019re alone and hurt.
\nBecause I\u2019m tired of the games,
\nI think that men are quite insane….
\nor at the very least, the ones I know are jerks.<\/p>\n

Fragile, Break With Care<\/strong><\/p>\n

Yes I have loved extremely well in life,
\nand I\u2019ll be well-loved when I\u2019m dead
\nbut for now men leave quite a bitter taste
\nand such a ringing inside my head.
\nYou know that I\u2019ve cried a small river or two
\nand I\u2019ve lived in the depths seldom seen.
\nAnd it hurts when I land after falling in love
\nas the credits roll past on the screen.<\/p>\n

We all want to try to make it quite clear
\nthat we heed the sweet voice in our minds.
\nAs if anyone else could somehow understand
\nall the lives that we\u2019ve left behind.
\nAnd everyone says that they\u2019ll stay \u2018till the dawn
\nAnd everyone cries when anyone leaves
\nand everyone lies when they wander on.
\n\u2018cause love is the currency everyone needs.<\/p>\n

And now here I sit in the spite of myself
\nwith my heart in a sling and my face in the past
\nand I search for an answer I couldn\u2019t have missed
\nas I try to believe in the girl in the glass.
\nI scan through the sky and the leaves on the ground
\ntrying to capture that one perfect word.
\nThough I\u2019m sure that I know it\u2019s already been found.
\nAnd it was a meal for some hungry bird.<\/p>\n

In the end when my heartache is finally gone
\nsharing cabs with the lovers that left,
\nthat\u2019s when I\u2019ll know that I owe them the most
\na broken heart can inspire the best.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Shit. Shit. I did it again. There you were standing unobtrusively on the other side of the door. Seemingly harmless….offering up thoughts and ideas and witty satiricals on life, love and the things that parents do to their children. And I knew nothing would come about….I knew that as a point of fact. I knew […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[41],"tags":[262],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=132"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=132"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=132"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.barbieangell.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=132"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}