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TikTok stupidity

 I post stupid, unimportant, time wasting tiktoks........they aren't informative or earth shattering.  They are just a place holder for my little self on the internet.

I don't take myself seriously there.  Or anywhere on the internet aside from here........and here is just ramblings in my head that allow me to continue to put sentences together in a practice of free writing thoughts. I like to think of it as dusting my brain......cleaning things up.

This morning i watched an ENTIRE video of a man explaining his rating system of women, which he seemed to think (verrrry slowly) was an amazing new way to explore how to rate a human female.

He is okay looking, but he ruined it by opening his mouth.  

This happens a lot with men.  They look okay, or even more than okay and then they open their mouths and caca pours out.  

We wonder why dating is so difficult and then we see men like this spouting off their stupidity and it all becomes very clear.

Women are just as bad, make no mistake.  For some people the initial meeting is all about looks.  Is she a certain height and size, his he a certain height and size?  Is their face pleasing, do they have perfect teeth, are they dressed expensively?

Of course these are the first impressions, however, i'm going to assume some talking or chatting has occurred before this meet, giving an indication of humor, intellect, compatibility.

Which all goes out the window if that person doesn't fit someones standard of a "10" or whatever rating they feel is "in their league".

My ex once told me that a woman was out of his league.  I sat on that thought for a while.  She is, but i'm apparently.......not?  

It as laughable then, and it's even more laughable now.  He also told me i wasn't "model material".....yes, he was a real charmer.  

It was all about looks for him, if you listened to what he said.  "she's too masculine looking, she's too fat, she's too such and such........" all while he was/is rocking a gallagher hair style and going from a roofer hard body to a truck driving soft body.........

Good damn thing my standard wasn't model material.

Just burns my ass when i am reminded of the unkind, unLOVING things that were said to me without me putting him in his place.  It might have saved him.  But saving isn't my job.

I guess, while i'm on this journey of losing the weight, exercising and feeling incredibly proud of myself, i'm also remembering how damn cute i was when i was allowing a man to "neg" me.  

Some men just don't understand how far encouragement goes.  I'm thriving with it at the moment.  I'm not wasting time recovering from negative words, "you'll never do it"..........

THANK GOD.

or the Goddess.

No matter how this man and I work out.........I will never forget his ability to motivate me.

I'm not letting him go.

Also.......getting a lot of compliments this morning and it has everything to do with how i feel about myself.  

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