Chicks Dig Scars

I grew up in a cul-de-sac, in the suburbs outside of Chicago. It was kind of boring in that circle, because it wasn't a full blown street. It was like a blemish on the street it was connected to. I wanted to live on street more like Wisteria Lane even before I knew about a Wisteria Lane. Although the blemish was dull, it did have it's highlights. No one ever drove through it, so I would roller blade in circles for hours without worrying about getting run down. Except this one time when a random car did pull in, and I had to slide out of the way. After silently cursing with a new found swear word, I realized I was alive and well. Except for the rock sticking out of my knee. I still have the scar to this day, and every time I tell this story at least one person says, "it's cool, chicks dig scars". I'm not completely sure what "chicks" dig, but I am realizing a disturbing trend when it comes to scars. I don't mean the kind of scab you pick at because it got itchy, I am referring to the more hidden scars, the mental scars and the emotional scars. There seems to be an unspoken competition as to who is more f-ed up. Nowadays it seems necessary to have at least tow tales of how someone done you wrong. You're not supposed to have easy break ups and happy goodbyes. You're supposed to have sutures all over your heart and brain due to the immeasurable damages done to you. The in thing these days seems to be getting thrown out, of a relationship that is. Having scars and baggage seems to the new must have item. Forget about strapping on an Omega watch or carrying a Louis Vuitton bag, now you strap on your last relationships hatred and carry your ex's insecurities. I would even go so far as to say anti-coupling has replaced coupling. Matching yourself up with someone when you know it's going to go bad sooner rather then later, just because you know it'll be a good story to tell later. I think this is a terrible trend, worse then pajama pants making a comeback and more disastrous then the band aid dress. We should be attempting to put band aids on our wounds and cleaning up our cuts. The only kind of burn or scab I want is the one I got while trying to make a romantic dinner.