Please Help Me!

Please Help Me!

It seems like more and more often we are hearing in blogs from people who are very unhappy because they will never be the ideal feminine person their mind tells them they were born to be.

When I go to the mall — which is almost never — even though I live just miles from Mall of America — I look at the women and try to decide which ones I would want to be.

Surprisingly I know that if I had the opportunity to trade places with the vast majority of them I would not want to do it. I’m handsome. It’s not what I want to be. . . .but I’d rather be a handsome, happy, male than a dumpy female.

I’m going purely by looks here because I know nothing about the financial situation, the marital status, etc. of the women I’m comparing myself to.

Years ago I got fed up with all the stories about magical changes into a homecoming queen. I wrote a story about a realistic situation called Real Life Test. Most people on this site who read that story don’t like it because it forces them to think about real decisions rather than fantasy.

But life ain’t a fantasy. My date for senior prom was our homecoming queen. She was an absolute beauty and our valedictorian. At our fortieth reunion I finally found out she was being sexually abused by her father during high school. Yep — life ain’t a fantasy.

But I’m missing the point I wanted to make.

Many here say they’ll never pass so they can’t be happy. That’s crap.

Does anyone have a handy-dandy list of things people with such feelings can do to make themselves feel better about life? I remember reading somewhere that the University of Minnesota recommends paying special attention to your personal grooming and male wardrobe.

Anyone have ideas to ease the pain?

Jill
Angela Rasch