It seems as though all I’ve been blogging about recently is my personal life, which is more than a bit boring. I got to thinking about what I used to write about, and I remember many rants about the stupidity of pop songs. However, I rarely listen to pop songs nowadays, and the only one that’s ever playing on the radio now, all the time, ever, is Taylor Swift’s “You Belong With Me.”
There’s not a whole lot of ranting material there. It’s basically just an uncomfortable reminder of when I put myself in a similar position and the times I watched my friends go through similar problems. But I’m going to write about it anyway, because I’ve been thinking about it for a few days and it’s pretty much the only idea I have.
The song is about a girl who loves a guy who’s with a girl who obviously makes him miserable. She wonders why on earth he’s with the girl who makes him miserable when the singer obviously makes him happy. It’s so obvious to the girl. He confides in her, comes to her when he’s in trouble or upset, they understand each other intimately. And so the singer waits around, continuing to invest all of herself into this relationship, assuming that eventually the guy will come to his senses and wake up one day realizing that he’s been with the wrong girl and the right one’s been there all along.
To any girl who’s been in this position, it seems so simple. Of course he’ll realize he should be with you.
But it never happens.
Part of the problem, I think, lies in the thinking of the first couple lines of the chorus: “She wears high heels, I wear sneakers. She’s cheer captain and I’m in the bleachers.” We assume that guys judge us girls by the same standards we girls measure ourselves against each other by. Which is kind of silly. How very few girls judge guys by the same standards guys measure themselves against each other by? How many girls actually pick a guy based on the size of his muscles, his superior athletic prowess, whether he can bench 250 pounds, etc.?
The truth is, we’ll never know why the guy who seems to be perfect for us and seems so happy with us would choose to be with–or even love–a girl who drives him crazy. And if it is for those superficial reasons, would you really want to be with him anyway?
Guard your heart and don’t give it to anyone–even the perfect guy–who isn’t willing to chase after you with the same ardor you’re willing to chase after him.