I have this theory about love and relationships. In the world there are men and there are women, and each gender can be broken down into two catagories. Men have the Jacks and the Joes, and women have the Jills and the Janes. Jack is short for Jack Ass. He is the "bad boy" for a lack of a better term. Jack tends to be self centered, kind of shallow at times, and they have no qualms about hurting anyone's feelings. Think player here. Joe on the other hand is the "nice guy." He is a little more considerate, and more aware of others. Most likely this guy would be called average. The same kind of distinctions can be made between Jills and Janes. Jill is a high maintainence kind of woman, and I don't think it would be a stretch to call her bitchy. Jane on the other hand is the kind of girl you would take home to mom. She's kind of plain (you know, plain Jane). She's the girl next door. And this is what the world is made of: a sea of anonymity. We are talking 99.999% of the world is made of up Jacks and Jills and Janes and Joes, and we are stuck swimming it, and we are looking for the .001%. In the vast faceless nameslessness we are all looking for uniqueness. We are all looking for the Mark, Thom, Travis, Troy, Jim or Danny. And just not to leave out the guys, or that Carla, Connie, April, Amber, Helen, Judy or Barbara. We go searching through all the "Js" to find the one that is different, and for most of us it is a long hard search.
There is nothing really wrong with this theory in general, nothing bad, and nothing that really cuts anyone down. My problem is this. I have an uncanny ability to see uniqueness where there is not any. Can you see the problem this may pose on my love life?
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