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i'm just obtuse about this, i think. i've posted this before, but bad boys are great for friends - you learn all sorts of interesting things from them. i truly love my bad boy friends. platonically. i've messed around only with one of them, once, but i knew he was nowhere near relationship material.
maybe i just don't understand the desire to convert in general; it seems so disrespectful, or intrusive. and pointless. if they're bad, enjoy them. hang out with them. even bed them if the fancy takes you. but don't let them in your mental space: bad boys are for breakfast, not dinner. period.
i watch my friends get shattered over these guys and it just bewilders me. certainly it is possible they guys might change; winning the lottery is also possible. it seems to me they sacrifice their own dignity, time, and pleasure for hope of an eventual unlikely payoff. and they will not learn! some of them have been hurt by even the same bad boy like 4 times and they go back for more.
i' m stupid about this stuff, so they just seem illogical to me - like a particularly odious and destructive case of slothful induction. but, educate me. what is happening emotionally? are they insecure? did their fathers not make them the center of their worlds?
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