Beautiful People

Before I begin this ramble there are a few things that I'd like to point out.  I realize that beauty is just an opinion, not a universal truth.  I know that there's more to a person than what they look like and that a person can be beautiful but mean so by default they become ugly.  I'm not going that deep in this post, just sharing an opinion and thoughts which I found amusing this morning on the drive to work.

Yesterday I went food shopping. I hate food shopping, mostly because it puts me in contact with people.  However, yesterday I saw a man that I've seen before and oh my goodness ladies, and gents,  is he handsome.  The first time I saw him we were at opposite ends of the produce department.  I openly stared at him for a few minutes debating on if he was real or not.  Like a mongoose on the hunt, I scurried closer.  Yes he was real and yes he was very handsome.  That's where my stalking stopped.  He was so handsome he became unapproachable.  Though let's be honest, I'm far to insecure and awkward to even try to be social with people just for the sake of it.

Imagine my surprise and delight when I saw him again yesterday.  I was just walking in the door and my "handsome man in the room" sensor went off and immediately my eyes spotted him halfway down the store checking out. Darn.

Produce guy got me to thinkin'. How is it possible that someone  be THAT handsome?  It's not fair really. I shouldn't have to be subjected to that level of manly man.  

Has that ever happened to you? That you'll see someone and think that it's not right that a person look that perfect?  That it's not humanly possible so either they're some sort of alien, or they done fall from heaven.  Seriously.

I have a slightly different reaction when I see beautiful women.  I compare myself and judge myself hardcore. All my inadequacies become 100x more obvious. Usually I spot one of these otherworldly beings when I'm having a "You're looking pretty good today" sort of day.  Nothing destroys my confidence more. v.v*  I've gotten so used to it though, not being beautiful, that all I do is sigh and shrug.  Some people were just born lucky. 

My inner ogre comes out when I'm near beautiful people.  I swear, I start dragging one leg and grow a hump on my back. They have no business being here on earth, they belong in some magical kingdom away from the mundane.



It ain't right man.  Give us common folk a chance to feel pretty/handsome for longer than a minute.