It wasn't until a little while back that I had an epiphany.
Some girl was walking up toward me, and I couldn't help but stare. Which surprised me, coz I never unnecessarily ogle at beautiful women. They expect dudes to anyway, and that probably turns them off more than anything. Or not. But more to the point, she saw me staring, flashed yours truly a brilliant - but fake - smile, then sashayed by my left, leaving behind the delectable scent of some body-spray in her wake. I almost broke my neck staring back at her dwindling figure and involuntarily bit on my knuckles - she looked that good.
Do good-looking people really have it easier than the average Joe/Jane Schmoe in the street? I'm inclined to believe so. Fellas, how many good-looking women have you tripped over that later turned out to be complete tricks? Ladies - the flipside of the equation? Meanwhile, there could've been a perfectly decent, sensible, caring but ordinary-looking person right before you but you wouldn't pay them no mind. Messed up, isn't it?
Truth is, beauty is either circumstantial or formulated, either or. Some look great even when they first wake up, while others have to apply several layers of make-up, or take a shower at least, to look decent. Then, some people never get fat and never will, while others walk by a fast food joint and gain 5 pounds just from the mere smell of fries cooking. Some people walk into a crowded room and everyone notices, while others might even introduce themselves and 2 seconds later everyone forgets what their names were. Sucks. Which explains why lots of men/women have trophy wives/husbands. We are inherently conditioned to revere the beautiful, and therefore disregard the ordinary as..... well, ordinary.
Back to the moral of the story: I think it sometimes sucks to be good-looking tho. Some of the best-looking girls I've met are the loneliest, for real, coz most dudes are intimidated by it. Dude could be staring at her from across the room thinking: No way she'd ever be interested in me. But when he swallows hard, grabs his balls and talks to her, he realizes she's just like everybody else. Which goes to show that beauty isn't everything. It definitely IS something tho.
But wait, there's more: I'm in love with some woman's body. In my wildest, most imaginative of fantasies, I couldn't even have made up a body like hers - it exceeds perfection. My mind constantly conjures up all these 3-D images of her body, wilfully flipping those images this way and that, zooming in here and there.
Unfortunately, I don't love the rest of her, which means I can't be with her. But then again, I just met her. Still, I usually fall for someone's personality first.
As Jack Reacher* would say:
It isn't the end of the world. It just feels like it.
*Thanks for introducing me to Lee Child. Forever grateful.