You don't have to take me home but you could take me seriously...

So I have been doing some thinking and it's finally occurred to me. I am one of the most genuine people that you will ever meet and if I meet you a couple of times, you can rely on me for just about anything. Close friends know this and I make it knows. One of my best friends needed a place to stay and asked me two days ago and today I helped paint his room in my apartment. He's now got a place to get his mind right for a couple days. This is not the point of this rant, but it does play an important part in the rant as a whole. Discussing this with a friend for some time in the car, we came to the conclusion that people just don't take me seriously. Anyone who has met me will know that I tell stories. Not lies or made up ghost stories, but stories of my life and my past. 98% are funny situations that I would love nothing more than to entertain people with all night long. I have a personality that allows me to say just about anything to someone and have it come out right or at least be interpreted in a manner that is appropriate to the situation. In a time where I am being generous and outgoing, say, allow someone to sleep in my bed because they are not at home, it's being done out of the goodness of my heart, not out of some seedy plot of something bigger and better. You know what I mean. I am completely honest with everyone that I talk to. I just simply don't do things that I think are wrong so I can share my life with everyone just as it happened, and with no shame. Sure, I have done some dumb stuff, but so have you. I'll throw it all out there and all my close friends know me for exactly who I am. Now that I am single again, I have no choice but to “play the field”. It’s tough, man, let me tell you. After being in a relationship for over 2 and a half years, you forget the rules. You forget how to play and what works and what doesn’t. This brings up the point of the story. When I am talking to a girl and she says something like she is tired and doesn’t want to drive home, I wouldn’t hesitate to let you sleep in my bed and gladly take the couch. Ask any lady that has slept over and let her tell you where I slept. Problem is, when I try and convince them to stay, I feel like a complete dirtbag. I know that I am not doing anything wrong, but I can’t help it. I am just doing what I think a good friend should do. I offered you my bed; I didn’t ask to have sex with you. My generosity gets misconstrued as jokes and gets shrugged off. I am not going to change what I am doing because this is how I work and this is how I operate, but it is frustrating.


There really isn’t a closing statement to this. It’s not like I am telling a story that has an ending. This is what is going on in my head and in my life. I can deal with it one day at a time, but I just hope that somewhere along the lines, people will realize that I can be taken seriously about things.