Being bored and boring
Have you met Mr. Boring? He recently got married and now his partner is also Bored. I hope they last.
I'm here to tell you that I once dated Mr. Boring. What really attracted me to him was how perfect and suave he was. He was everything I wanted in a man: good looks, smarts, a future, the right height, and the posession of a worthwhile interest level in me. Thing is, that wonderful future he had...didn't necessarily include me. I knew I had no place from the very beginning; no place within his vicinity of greatness, let alone his future. The charm is now a thing of the past. Strangely, the breakup wasn't as horrible as previously thought. I saw it coming. Did I really want to spend a murky future that did not even hold the promise of excitement? I could see the years pass by with him, with no joys and accomplishments to share because it'd all seem normal, perfunctory and expected with him; if there was anything extreme that would consume my thoughts with him, it was the bad drama. In short, he wasn't unique, wasn't himself. If I fell for him, I wouldn't be sure I was falling in love with an actual person.
The problem was that he was too perfect. Not only did it intimidate me and make me feel less, but I spent time wondering if he had a fatal flaw.
Turns out he did: he was boring.
I didn't feel like I was the luckiest lady on earth to have him; I felt dispensable.
It certainly puts a damper on everyday happiness when you're with somebody that's on a pedestal, and suddenly there's nothing else beyond the admiration.
Word is he got married, and his wife adopted his last name. She is now Mrs. Bored and Boring. They're so perfect together, and it makes sense, because I knew it would never be me.
I'm here to tell you that I once dated Mr. Boring. What really attracted me to him was how perfect and suave he was. He was everything I wanted in a man: good looks, smarts, a future, the right height, and the posession of a worthwhile interest level in me. Thing is, that wonderful future he had...didn't necessarily include me. I knew I had no place from the very beginning; no place within his vicinity of greatness, let alone his future. The charm is now a thing of the past. Strangely, the breakup wasn't as horrible as previously thought. I saw it coming. Did I really want to spend a murky future that did not even hold the promise of excitement? I could see the years pass by with him, with no joys and accomplishments to share because it'd all seem normal, perfunctory and expected with him; if there was anything extreme that would consume my thoughts with him, it was the bad drama. In short, he wasn't unique, wasn't himself. If I fell for him, I wouldn't be sure I was falling in love with an actual person.
The problem was that he was too perfect. Not only did it intimidate me and make me feel less, but I spent time wondering if he had a fatal flaw.
Turns out he did: he was boring.
I didn't feel like I was the luckiest lady on earth to have him; I felt dispensable.
It certainly puts a damper on everyday happiness when you're with somebody that's on a pedestal, and suddenly there's nothing else beyond the admiration.
Word is he got married, and his wife adopted his last name. She is now Mrs. Bored and Boring. They're so perfect together, and it makes sense, because I knew it would never be me.
posted by Dawn at 8:48 PM
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