Sometimes, I wonder how much of a woman's upbringing is spent in learning how to wait. Think of all the things we are made to wait for. We wait for our turn, for our breasts to grow, for him to notice us, for him to call, for him to ask us out, to take us to prom, to marry him, for him to come home, in line at the post office, the grocery store, for our sanity to return, for time to breath, for our kids, for our friends etc. We constantly wait for someone to do something or for something to happen, for the other shoe to drop. What ever!
Molly Sat Waiting For Her Father - Forestwyck |
There are stories filled with women waiting, magazine pictures, and artistic renderings. There are historical concepts of the "Lady in waiting" and how we are all "waiting for Prince Charming" or a "Knight in shining armour" to save us because a woman will always be the quintesential damsel in distress. WE simply can't do anything for ourselves. WE have to wait for someone to come and do it for us or make up our minds for us. I've known some chicks who have turned being helpless into an art form, everything from putting gas in their car to paying a bill. Afterall, haven't you heard...guys like to feel needed (what's ridiculous here is that some girls buy into this idea so much that they go out of our way to be helpless just so their guy can feel more like a man...like his self-esteem is our responsibility).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHzOOQfhPFg&ob=av2e
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