The difference between men and women is this: at a young age, women have it a helluva lot easier.
It’s not fair.
But it’s life.
I’ve preached this before: an 18 year old man has nothing. A cute 18 year old girl has her choice of almost anyone. A hot 18 year old could marry a millionaire if she so wished.
Seriously, an 18 year old guy going off to college is a nobody. He can’t legally date (and have sex) with younger girls; i.e. the ones that want him. An 18 year-old-guy sure is hot to a 16-year-old girl – but there are no 16-year-old girls at college. More than likely, he’s never started lifted weights and so is either scrawny and weak or a fat slob. And – none of the 18-year-old girls at college want him. No, no, they want the 21-year-old boys who can buy them booze.
Tough life, isn’t it?
I never understood the difference between men and women – at least from a sexual standpoint. I witnessed the unfairness right before my eyes.
My sister had a boyfriend before me. I know she had her first kiss before me. I hope she didn’t lose her virginity before me – but seeing that I was such a late bloomer, it wouldn’t be totally shocking if she did.
And you know what, it used to bother the living shit out of me. I envied her. I hated myself. I always wondered what the hell was wrong with me. Why couldn’t I be loved, touched, appreciated?
I wasn’t much of a man.
I had to go through a journey. I had to tell myself to, “Suck it up, Cupcake”, and do something about it. Because that is the beauty of being a man. The fact that the struggle is real. The struggle builds who you are. To not struggle is to not bleed.
To not bleed is to not grow.
That, my friends, is the difference between men and women.
Men are meant to have these hardships and face a higher uphill battle because we can handle it. Women shut down far quicker when it comes to stressful situations. As men, you must handle these obstacles and smash them like the nuisances they are.
Eventually, if you keep kicking ass, the tides change.
All of my 30+ friends continuously preach to me that life gets really good – provided you have your shit together. On the contrary, a woman at 30 quite literally has the least value that she has ever had in her life.
So life isn’t fair, but there’s a reason behind it if you look a little deeper. It’s okay to bitch a little bit that life isn’t fair, to complain that you feel you’ve been kicked and let down. But don’t let it rule your life. Let it go, accept it, and then worry about being the best man you can.
If you do, things will work out like they did for me.
Now, being a man is great.
I’ve got my prime years ahead of me.
I have a physique to be proud of.
And lastly, I’m about to depart on another epic adventure.
Life turned out pretty fair, if you ask me.