One had brown hair, but you were always more into blondes. Another was taller, but only by an inch, which meant you could forget the heels. And yet another only talked about sports and beer, neither of which have ever been particularly interesting to you. One by one, you let these guys go at the expense of being called picky. It turned into a joke between your friends and thus your reputation was formed.
She’s too picky, she’ll never find someone.
But how unrealistic is the quest to find Prince Charming after all? Is having high standards really that bad? And what does it mean when people call you picky when there are so many worse things you could be?
Well, being called picky means:
You’re particular about things and you have every right to be. You know your own worth and refuse to settle on something that doesn’t leave you feeling completely fulfilled. You understand how short life is and how important it is to be happy, whether that be at work, at home, or in a relationship. You’ve seen unhappy couples and it drives you insane because neither partner really knows how to get out, or how much more they truly deserve.
You’ve grown up reading Nicholas Sparks books and you’re convinced if there’s any male force out there that can create such romantic characters, they must exist somewhere. You’re being considerate if anything because no one wants to invest so much time and emotion into a relationship that has no future. You know yourself and even though you may not know exactly what you’re looking for, you’ll know when you find it, and that’s okay.
And those people calling you picky? They’re jealous. They envy your unmistakable sense of self-worth and most likely haven’t had great dads or brothers setting high standards for them. Maybe they’re desperate to pair up before cuffing season because they’re scared of watching Netflix alone in the winter. But you know better, and you also know that means watching whatever you want without objection. You’re not willing to sacrifice your worth for a half-assed cuddle buddy.
So do your thing, and do it fearlessly. Let the haters call you picky and let the guys who actually want to be part of your life work for it. Keep going 100 miles per hour because anyone worth your time will find a way to catch up to you.
You’re not the girl who settles, keep not settling.
