Impulsive rant on the inaccuracies of love

The last three years I have been confronted with something I consider an enormous misconception about the game called love, especially regarding the types of males women are generally attracted to. Since I am one of those who are very unfortunate in this game, I often hear people say I have nothing to worry about, as I am generally described as the “humble and sensitive type” and I have the luck being able to study at the local university. “Girls like intelligent boys”, “they are attracted to humility” and “woman adore the sensitive type of males” are three of the biggest lies I have heard in a long time. From an empiric point of view I could say that the people who cope with this description normally end up either depressed, in the gutter, with a rope around their neck, or will spend their entire lives in a miserable state of loneliness. The only reason why these aforementioned sentences are being told is because people feel a certain affection with these people, a certain sympathy, but it’s based on nothing but an often denied form of compassion. This because everyone knows unconsciously that these people won’t make it, the men with the sharp jawline, the men with the strong physical appearance and the smooth talkers will eventually be succesfull and have the women swarming around them like a group of bees swarming around a large pot filled with fine honey. 

If a woman will ever tell you she likes intelligent men, or even worse, that she likes the “nerdy type”, this will either mean the subject knows how to spell “sex” correctly (in case of intelligent men) or has the succesful combination of being utterly handsome and having big, round glasses (in case of “the nerdy type”). If women really are attracted to intelligent men, there would have been a massive queue of females waiting in line in front of the Faculty of Science here in Nijmegen, instead of making out with handsome guys with sigarettes, who still are unable to determine the reason for the sun going up and down every day. Still, that last phenomenon is what I witness every day when I take the train back from the university, when I pass by the local ROC (centre of practical education).

The words of compassion I regularly have to endure are nothing but lies. Emotionally, people might think the ones they feel sympathy for are the ones who will make it later on, but rationally and unconsciously everyone knows this is just pure bullshit. It’s the very same reason why people feel sympathy for the mentally and physically disabled, they will most probably fail at everything the rest of their lives, except for being awesome in having to undergo dozens of looks from people who don’t know whether to laugh or to cry. People won’t feel compassion for the muscular, handsome type of guys, everyone knows they don’t need your help to be succesful in their lives, they know they will be able to accomplish their miserable goals without you offering them a hand.

Please don’t get me wrong on this subject, I absolutely don’t blame anyone for this behaviour, it’s purely natural to judge someone by its looks and to always go for the guys with the sickening amount of self-esteem, the smooth talks and the broad shoulders. I blame those who keep denying this in front of people who aren’t blessed with these properties. It’s giving them hope they shouldn’t have, as I am convinced people should have an amount of hope based on rational thought, instead of lies, imposed by people who feel sorry for you. I have never been fond of a prohibition of denying the obvious (or any other prohibitions whatsoever), but some proper self-regulation would be great in this case. If you want to live in a world of romanticised inaccuracies, please let it be your own world.

With love,

Selwin.

Edit: I realise it's a bit odd to post here, but with a lack of a platform and the need to shout this out loud, I decided to throw it on here.