I Don’t Understand Love … Or This

For as much as I write about love and relationships, I still have so much to learn. Love is just one of those things that I’ll probably never get a full grasp on (It’s sad, but true.) So instead of being hard on myself about it, I just use sound judgment, pray for the best, and let the chips fall where they may.

As unglamorous as that may sound, that’s the totality of my understanding of love.

But if that’s the case, then what makes me the Fly Guy? I’m glad you asked. Besides my dashing good looks that have been known to drive the grandmothers at my church wild, my flyest characteristic is my ability to swallow my pride and admit my shortcomings. They are as follows:

1. I rarely wear socks.
2. I wet my pants when I was in the third grade (long story.)
3. I know the theme song to every late 80’s sitcom (I’m actually not apologizing for this one.)
4. I stole $13 dollars out of my mom’s purse when I was eleven (don’t tell her.)
5. I was so nervous that I farted loudly during my SAT exam.
6. I snore quite often.

Now I’m sure I could keep going … but over all of those flaws, my greatest shortcoming is my failure to adequately articulate what is going on in the pictures below. For the life of me, I’ve tried but I just can’t do it.

So there you have it … I’m a quitter.

I am resigned to the fact that I’ll never understand these pictures. So go ahead … bask in my failures. But as soon as you’re done, maybe you can explain to me what in the hell these people are thinking. I’d really like to know …