Musings: BoastFul(or Less)8:15 AM
I've been ridiculous lately...I guess, if I openly admit it out loud, then I'm less of a horrible human. That's how it works right? Okay, I'm being slightly sarcastic here, don't get upset.
I noticed myself becoming slightly envious of posts by other men, boasting about their amazing women, how in love they are, and all that mushy stuff. I didn't want to say anything, because I do realize the ridiculous of such a feeling, want, or need to have such displays of affection plastered all over social media. I even tried to have a conversation with J about it, but I couldn't put it into the right words to him, maybe even myself.
I even mentioned it over my birthday weekend. A handful of girlfriends posted the sweetest birthday posts for me, but nada from J. I told you I was being ridiculous, there's proof.
"Annoying as these over-posters may be, I have to admit… I have caught myself feeling jealous of the women whose beaus gush and ogle over them online for everyone to see. It’s a strange female urge, I think, to feel adored, loved, even boasted about. As a gender we tend to be more openly self-conscious than men, feeling that we need the men in our lives to provide us with the self-confidence and self-worth we desire. I can’t think of any girl who wouldn’t like a boy to post a flattering selfie of her to Instagram for #wcw. It’s like an insta-ego boost."
"When I was able to grasp that perspective, I realized the problem with feeling social media envy is my problem, not his."
I still may be ridiculous, but I feel better...