So, I have been trying like crazy to meet a one special someone (woman) - but I have very few venues to attain my goal through. The substitution method is to use a "dating website" - which I have. Now, don't get me wrong, plenty of women are interested in reading my profile, but somewhere along the way the fact that I am "overweight" stops them cold.
I know, I know - physical attraction. I know, I know - they don't want to lose the guy they love to some medical issues. I know, I know - they feel that they are more valuable then that. (Or that fat means I'm lazy, or don't care about myself, or etc, etc, etc.)
Really? You got any or all of those things from the fact that I am overweight? Shame on your narrow-minded, shallow, superficial self if that is the case.
So - beyond the usual rant about that is the more deeply infuriating rant about the fact that MANY, MANY fat women think that they shouldn't even consider a fat man. Double-standard? Self-discrimination? I call both.
Still - I would most definitely enjoy knowing a person for who they are, and take the time to consider if what their body is shaped like is such a barrier to joy - but with the ignorance and sickening weight standards that are being thrown around - likelihood is minimum.
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Sunday, May 25, 2014
First Ramble ~ and a bit of the nit-picky stuff
My thought in starting to blog was born out of the same stuff that brings the vast majority of the fine authors here to blogger, namely the need to have a voice. Now, I know that we don't really need to speak our minds, and that some of those of us who do tend to over-inflate the importance of our thoughts, and that some of those people would be better off being given a gag-order. I know that by the end of this ramble I might fit into all 3 categories of said people, but I just figured that acting on my sense of need to speak my mind was the right thing to do at the moment that I started authoring this thing.
I suspect that if anyone reads this ramble they might have already rolled their eyes a couple times and said something like, "Oh here we go, another pointless message about nothing." Well for some that might be completely correct, but along with wanting to speak my mind I also have this tiny part of me that hopes at least a bit of what I say will resonate with the reader or readers.
Readers will inevitably either figure out some of my profile information in what I write about, and how I write it, or they may glean some information from my profile itself, but I found it important to include a bit of "that nit-picky" stuff in this first ramble. So, without further ado I introduce you to me: John McMurray!
I am a 47 year old, two times divorced, kind of a reclusive, and generally shy guy. I was a high school drop-out from a western Colorado town, who's own parents had divorced when he was 10, and who had lost any interest in succeeding in life about the time that he realized his older brother was set to succeed at everything, his younger sister spent all her time with her best friend, and his mother worked 3 jobs to make ends meet. Sad story, I know, but I hope to expound on that thought in another ramble. To make a long story short - I was a failure until the U.S. Army gobbled me up and made me into something more resembling a productive person. The idea didn't fully take along the way and I kept half-completing or quitting the things I was good at doing, and found myself hiding away for years at a time from vocation, income or direction. Lazy, you might say - in so much as I couldn't get out of my own head and believe long enough to stand on my own two feet with consistency. If it had not been for my far too loving and forgiving mother from whom I free-loaded for so long I would've been a homeless bum on the streets.
I realize that none of the above - and I mean NONE of it really inspires confidence in much more than half-baked, pointless ramblings, but I genuinely hope that you'll consider the words as more than just a confession or authored self-deprecation. I am good enough to at the very least trail together some cohesive thoughts along the way, and while I can't promise that they'll ever be much more then a ramble, I DO promise that they will be honest, from the heart and mind, and will seek to reach you in some small way.
Please take the time to consider stopping by my blog from time to time, leave comments on what you read, share your own blog with me and the others, and know that it was entirely intended if anything I do write along the way does reach or touch you.
Thanks for reading my first ramble, for wrapping your head around my writing style, and for putting up with what I considered worth speaking my mind about today. I hope this post finds you well and in good care.
I suspect that if anyone reads this ramble they might have already rolled their eyes a couple times and said something like, "Oh here we go, another pointless message about nothing." Well for some that might be completely correct, but along with wanting to speak my mind I also have this tiny part of me that hopes at least a bit of what I say will resonate with the reader or readers.
Readers will inevitably either figure out some of my profile information in what I write about, and how I write it, or they may glean some information from my profile itself, but I found it important to include a bit of "that nit-picky" stuff in this first ramble. So, without further ado I introduce you to me: John McMurray!
I am a 47 year old, two times divorced, kind of a reclusive, and generally shy guy. I was a high school drop-out from a western Colorado town, who's own parents had divorced when he was 10, and who had lost any interest in succeeding in life about the time that he realized his older brother was set to succeed at everything, his younger sister spent all her time with her best friend, and his mother worked 3 jobs to make ends meet. Sad story, I know, but I hope to expound on that thought in another ramble. To make a long story short - I was a failure until the U.S. Army gobbled me up and made me into something more resembling a productive person. The idea didn't fully take along the way and I kept half-completing or quitting the things I was good at doing, and found myself hiding away for years at a time from vocation, income or direction. Lazy, you might say - in so much as I couldn't get out of my own head and believe long enough to stand on my own two feet with consistency. If it had not been for my far too loving and forgiving mother from whom I free-loaded for so long I would've been a homeless bum on the streets.
I realize that none of the above - and I mean NONE of it really inspires confidence in much more than half-baked, pointless ramblings, but I genuinely hope that you'll consider the words as more than just a confession or authored self-deprecation. I am good enough to at the very least trail together some cohesive thoughts along the way, and while I can't promise that they'll ever be much more then a ramble, I DO promise that they will be honest, from the heart and mind, and will seek to reach you in some small way.
Please take the time to consider stopping by my blog from time to time, leave comments on what you read, share your own blog with me and the others, and know that it was entirely intended if anything I do write along the way does reach or touch you.
Thanks for reading my first ramble, for wrapping your head around my writing style, and for putting up with what I considered worth speaking my mind about today. I hope this post finds you well and in good care.
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