It's Okay to Think that Men are a Waste of Time (and Money)

There are a lot of women who would gladly agree, that men aren't worth the trouble once they recover from a pointless relationship - the endless hours of waiting for him to show up, putting up with his obese ego, getting used to his terrible way of life, painstakingly looking for the perfect gift, trying to look great for him every single day, or constantly pleasing his tummy when you present his favorite meal.

ARGH! Will men ever learn? Like seriously? Some women drive their men up the wall no doubt, often expecting him to comply to every whim, or fulfill an impossible need. If men weren't so darn slow and single-tracked in their way of thinking, they would've been able to separate the herd by distinguishing the bearable, from the unbearable. Save us the trouble of being with you, if you think we're a waste of time right? Why the hell are you sticking around dude? I've met women who've felt unappreciated, disrespected, loathed, abused, neglected and even used. I've been there ladies, and trust me, a man who makes you feel any, or all of the above, is.. not.. worth.. it. Why isn't he in the dumpster yet? You want to reach there first, is that it?

I remember being in a state of bliss, then misery, then bliss again, only to end up in ugly car accidents (not literally) after every relationship, because the men always screwed up, and I was, believe it or not, accused of being (wait for it), too "perfect" (what the beep!). Everything is quite dandy when you start off - you feel alive; suddenly flowers seem to look prettier; and that brilliant sunset you often shrugged off as ordinary, is now... magical (eye roll).

It's quite pathetic really, how our senses get fooled simultaneously, into believing that the body has taken on a transformation no one quite gets, but you. Sigh, ah love - the one four letter word I've come to despise. It's one thing to sit and get teary-eyed over a great love story (fiction, mind you) on the silver screen, but a real-life scenario struggling to imitate, yes fiction - is amusing. I'd rather have caramel-glazed popcorn while Romeo and Juliet entertains me; or I could just watch your "love" life and kickback to that instead.

I hate it when people go 'aww' (don't you? Admit it!), but there's nothing really 'aww' about the situation. So what if he showed up at your office unannounced with flowers? Probably wants booty and is asking for it in a way he knows will score him points (snicker). I've given up on finding mister right, prince charming or that so-called knight in shining armor (what if he shows up clad in dull armor, does that make him imperfect to consider? Just a thought), and I've decided to have a relationship with myself - yes, just me and I.

Me is more fun (honest) - I make time for me everyday, I read my favorite magazine to myself, I listen to the same music that me loves, I chow down on the kind of food that even me likes, and I totally have nothing against who me is, as a person.

See? Quite the perfect relationship. So for you women out there who feel hopeless, dejected, or alone - please tell yourself to get off that behind and get in touch with old friends, make new ones or call up family for a much-needed reunion. You are not alone this New Year's either, think hard - you'll find someone to call over and spend it with. I know I did.