Morbid Beauty

You all want a boy to think you are special, to be in awe of all your many talents, to think you’re worldly, and smart, and oh so very perfect.

Let me break it down for you, IT AIN’T THAT GREAT.

 It is exhausting. It is fucking awful to have to be a mermaid when all you want to be is a manatee. You just want to float around and eat sea weed and have it be seen as just that. But no, you cannot have that. Everything you do is metaphorical and extra special when boys see you as special. You become some sort of magic puzzle that needs solving, and it is exhausting. You lose your ability to be a normal girl.

I am not extraordinarily beautiful, but my personality is so enticing so I always have to be a mermaid when I know I am just a manatee. It is so tiring girl, don’t do that to yourselves. 

I just want a boy to love me for the manatee I really I am.  I want boys to be like “damn, look at that happy little thing chomping away at that kale, I am going to get me some of that ordinary mammal and make her my wife. The way she chews with a smile, so simple and delightful.”
We would talk about the world, discus politics, religion, god, we would read books and think critically about them. We would discus research and go to work and be our normal selves. The world would see us as mermaids (mer-people) but he would know, and I would know, that we are just manatees. He would love every simple thing about me and I would love every boring thing about him. we would rejoice in how utterly human and un-special we both are.

You don’t want someone to love you because your special, because then you will have to be special every moment of every day.

Want someone to love you for all you boring and human parts, you will be much happier that way.

That is all,

Have a good day.