We're all used cars

When it comes to dating and or looking for someone, we're all used cars. That doesn't mean we're all piles of junk. This is just the best analogy for viewing each other when it comes to searching for someone. If you look at your potential mate as a used car then you should have no trouble picking out the one with the shit you can deal with. Because at the end of the day anyone can deal with the good things, it's the other shit that really.

Why are we used cars and not new ones? Because being a new car means there is nothing wrong with it and we're not accountable if their is something wrong with it (for you analytical thinkers the exceptions are lemons). So if we view each other as new cars then by default that absolves us of the accountability of picking one with issues, problems, faults etc. And that's not realistic. Like used cars we all have faults and idiosyncrasies, also being used means you've had experience in life, and unless you want to date a baby I don't see how anyone can be a new car.

When buying a used car it's our responsibility to check everything out and if (you're smart) you don't know what the fuck you're doing then bring a trusted friend or get a mechanic involved. If you didn't check if the body panels are aligned and later find out the car's been in a wreck then you have only one person to blame, you. Because you've approved the purchase no matter what your friend or the mechanic says.

So when you're shopping for a mate flip that motherfucker over if you have to and find the rusty parts, look under the hood and check if the power plant has defects and if you don't know how to, get help.

If a few months down the road you realize that he is just an asshole, guess what he was an asshole when you met he. You were just didn't pay attention to the signs. The bottom line is that it's your fault because you choose them and allowed them into your life.

Unless you live in an arranged marriage society, which you don't, you fucked up. Maybe this isn't the first time and you keep thinking that a right man/woman is not in the cards for you. That's not the problem. The problem is that you suck-ass at picking a mate. The irony is that you may do very well for yourself in picking friends, jobs, or even used cars but for so reason you don't apply those skills to picking the person with which you're planning to spend your most precious commodity, your time.

You're a used car too and when you have a potential buyer you're not dying to show off your fucked up whatever. So why not use that inside knowledge next time you're in the market? I'll tell you why because we have this fucked up belief that anyone you meet must fully disclose any possible problems or issues. We don't do that, but we expect that.

Then there's the buyer that has no fucking clue on what he wants. They just know they want one. If you're a seller and you come across this kind of buyer steer clear from this fucker. They want someone to fill a hole (yeah that one too) they think they can't fill on their one. If you're miserable then stop and think of how you look to a potential mate. If you're a happy mother-fucker why would you pick a miserable bastard? You wouldn't, so what makes you think that the answer to your miserable life is a happy fucker?

So be the person you want to attract. You want to be with a considerate person then stop eating the lunch at work that someone put the time into preparing. You want to be with a rich tall and handsome man then fuck you because that line goes around the block and there are a lot prettier younger and smarter bitches in front of you.

Go after the things that matter. The pretty girl will get all the dates and might even get married. She doesn't really need much to rely on because most of us are pretty shallow and will date a shallow bitch until we stop thinking that her stupid conversations are cute. But the less attractive girl is the one with all the character and personality, because she needs to compensate for the lack of good looks. She usually ends up being happily married and the pretty bitch desperate for a man at the age of 35. There are those few and far in between that have both. I'm not saying this is an axiom of life, but usually it works out that way.

The problem is not out there, in him or her. The problem is you. Now you can bitch and whine about it or you can work on it. It may be the criteria which you use to select a mate, it could be the shitty state that you think you can't get out of, or worse you may not even think you have a problem.

There are billions of people in the world and you cry about not being able to find someone with whatever the fuck it is you want. You're either stupid or full of shit.

Just be nice

Whenever someone says just be nice, what they're really saying is be like me, a hypocrite . If you don't like someone, why the fuck do you have to be nice to them? Don't get it wrong and think I'm saying you have to go out of your way to be a dick to them. The reason you don't like them doesn't matter. What does matters is that you've place them on your list of people you wouldn't even piss on if they were on fire. How about not saying shit to them or staying the fuck away from them? That way you don't feel like you've traded your dignity by being courtly. There are a lot of people I like, admire and respect and I let them know through sincere interactions. On the other hand there are those I wouldn't reach for my zipper if they spontaneously combusted. I feel so much better standing in front of someone I don't like and not greeting them or even saying a word to them, then cracking a fake-ass smile and saying something I don't mean. At the end of the day, unless that person is clueless, they know you don't like them and you definitely know you don't like them, so why the fuck make yourself feel like shit?