Last night, I met a guy who intrigued the hell out of me. It’s quite rare to see these types anymore — that “devil may care attitude.”
Admittedly, I was jealous of his ability to not care what everybody thinks about him. There emanates his confidence, his solid standing and high esteem. People from an early age had been trained to be liked, to have that need to be adored. But the man I met yesterday had a bit of that, but his sense of self was so overpowering that you felt that the world revolved around him instead of the other way around.
There’s a sense of novelty. You don’t meet a lot of people who did as they liked, marched in their own beat and didn’t care too much what you thought of them.
“Like me, then great. Otherwise, leave me,” they purr. And for some reason, because they are not begging you to be/stay with them and because they offer you the freedom to choose to be with them, you find yourself attracted to them like moths to a flame.
The man is a professional poker player. At 23 years old, he had a boyish mischievous face and the attitude of someone too cocky to have experienced many of life’s disappointments and obligations. There is a sense of expectancy, of wondering what life will bring, instead of that cynicism common to most men.
He has been playing poker for 5 years, and though you wonder of the stability of such lifestyle, you have to also give him credit for actually chosing to do something he enjoys doing, instead of a work that gives him a stable life and nothing else.
He has a true understanding of the self. “You and I are different,” he told me. “You like to be physically restless and do something. But I am mentally restless. I do many things at any given point in time.”
Did I mention that he was devilishly cute? Ooooh, okay, so I have a boyfriend but then again, it should be okay to appreciate beauty when you see him. So long as one shouldn’t worry about kissable lips. Argh.
Anyway, I should stop lusting over this youngin’. Don’t get me wrong, I still think my boyfriend is the bomb. But back to the subject, I think that not caring too much is actually a positive trait. It’s not as if you don’t care that you step on other people’s toes. That’s a definite no-no.
However, what I mean is that you should be so secure of yourself that nobody can remove you off center. Because you believe in yourself, and what you do or think is right. I think that takes real courage because everyone is afraid of not being liked. And that’s what I learned the other night — that sometimes, not caring about what other people think of you is just fine. 🙂
Am being a bit incoherent. Started the post this afternoon and finishing up today. I’ll write again when am hit by another inspiration. Till then, behave and for once, let go of yourself and just be.
Have a good evening everyone!