Sometimes I wish I was someone else.
Sometimes I wish I had a little more bravado.
Sometimes I wish I laughed at things other people found funny. I wish I was
more spontaneous. I wish I was unpredictable. Surprising. I wish I had that
edge. Whatever that edge maybe.
That edge that makes guys attractive to girls. And
makes dates more than pleasant.
Because sometimes I think I am dull. Just dull.
Barely making the mark of mediocrity known as pleasant.
Sometimes I wish I was someone else.
Someone better, scrap that, not better necessarily.
Better is a bit too much like nice which is a bit too much like pleasant which
sounds rather like code for dull. Different, I want to be different.
Threads’
anonymous Girl About Town wrote about her date with pleasant Christian guy.
And it provoked quite a reaction. Guys split down the middle between trying to
demonstrate their ‘fun’ credentials, and those like myself who sneered at the
somewhat faux virility and opted instead for self-deprecation. An elaborate
double bluff showcasing introversion and nerd like pursuits as a masquerade to
shield insecurities.
It’s a cliché that good guys finish last, but
sometimes that is what it feels like. It feels as though to achieve success in
one part of life I have to screw up a little more. I could swear here to make
my point with added weight but I don’t want to. I prefer not to swear.
We turn finding someone to build a relationship
with into a game, where there is success and failure, and we are tempted to try
and stack our hand. We weigh percentages and hunches and work out what would
give us an advantage.
Wondering whether if we were someone else the road might
be easier. Wondering if a new identity might help. Thinking how much greener
the grass is through our rose tinted glasses.
We want everything to be okay, we want to be
without blemish so we erect structures and façades to shelter our fragile self.
We are told there are ways to behave, things to do and not to do, and knowing that
we don’t always live up to that we sometimes try to present an image that we
do.
I think that if I wear the costume enough it might
become a second skin. It is never quite home, but close enough that I lose
sight of the ways it betrays me.
Sara Kewly Hyde commented: “I think
sometimes rather than discovering the fabulous and unique individual God’s made
them to be, some men (people) are trying to be what impresses others and that
in turn can lead to… Well a whole host of insecurities, the fruit of which is
sometimes blandness… I think as Christians we also struggle to assimilate our
dark or shadow side so at times repress it rather than asking God to glorify
himself through it. Repression can also = pleasant but nowt else. If we allowed
our imperfections to be as visible as our good bits then it’s unlikely
‘pleasant’ would be the adjective de jour here. Pleasant is great if
accompanied by other adjectives.”
Another friend simply said: “pleasant might
also mean stifled”.
When guys hear they are too pleasant, the immediate
reaction can be to add another layer of characteristics they think might help.
So as well as being the good Christian guy they also need to be the Alpha male
chopping down trees, skinning rabbits and rescuing the damsel in distress. I mock
to make a point.
Christian guys are told to pursue, protect, provide
and pastor, and that becomes another list of things they ought to do to make
the mark. If they are being rejected as dull, dismissed as pleasant, then they
are not doing enough to woo the women.
We are afraid of doing it wrong. Asking the wrong
girl out, acting improperly, not being sufficiently chivalrous, not picking up
on signals, showing too much affection, or more likely not enough. And under
the weight of it, all that emerges is a bland pleasantness that might not be
offensive but betrays its insincerity. It can also freeze us into inactivity.
The layers of personhood expected to be worn to
fulfil the role of the right Christian guy become so deep personhood is lost.
In trying to be something we stop being ourselves.
Here’s the challenge, I get the thrill of the
different, the exciting, the edgy, but telling Christian guys they are too
pleasant puts them on the defensive. It knocks their security and only
encourages more layers covering over who they are.
Truly pleasant
Being nice is not bad. Being pleasant is not just
about being polite. And good guys do not need to finish last. But if the
pleasantries are a charade or a forced manicure they leave an emptiness where
you or I should be.
Dave Shearn put it like this: “I think lots
of us are non-committal and non-confrontational in the name of being ‘loving’
and that is lame. Passive aggression and people not agreeing with God that he
made them awesome also doesn’t help.”
It’s not that Christians are necessarily more dull
than anyone else, but they are known and to some degree safe, and sometimes an
element of danger is alluring. It can be pseudo-rebellious.
The unknown can be attractive but it is also
dangerous. Because I hope one day to be fully known and to know someone fully.
I want safety to be a good thing. In the long run maybe pleasantness is a
valuable attribute.
That don’t impress
me much
I want to marry someone who loves me, and not love
who I might pretend to be. Someone who knows me with my frailties and my
failings, who sees my longings and my hopes and dreams. But I also want to be a
better man. And I think it is a noble thing to want to be with someone who
prompts you to be your better self. Not some act to be more edgy or less
pleasant. But to find the ways I can glorify God more fully. To see the ways I
can live a more holy life. To bear witness to the image of God that gives me
dignity and humanity. To echo in a quiet whisper the love that has been given me.
And be all of it. No one is just one thing. No one
is just pleasant. No one is just dull. No one is just boring. And no one is
just exciting, edgy or different. We are whole people with a breadth of
characteristics and being pleasant is a good one to own. But if that’s all you
see yourself as no wonder that don’t impress her.
And I think trying to impress a girl who takes your
fancy is a good thing. As long as the impression you’re making is yours to
give.
PS. while writing this a friend tweeted a link to an interesting sermon on ‘new rules for
love, sex and dating’ so I thought I’d share it.
This article was originally published on 11 May
2013, on Danny’s blog
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