Life is all about growing and changes and new and forgetting and learning and crap and bull shit; many things everyone has got to deal with at a given time on different circumstances or different levels, but sooner or later it comes and hits you, straight and right in the face.

I have come to a point where I am discovering myself (again), it is a process that surely lasts a lifetime, but there are times like this when it happens more often, more things are brought to light and new knowledge acquired enhances personality and therefore the actions. I've been reading Aristotle and Plato, and I have taken some of their ideas into my life, of course very little, because much of their texts are proof of weed = brain damage. What most caught my attention was the idea of justice, and in essence, my new Motto, "Practice What You Preach". It is so simple (in concept) even beautiful, where everyone gets what they deserve (not what they want ant NOT the same everyone else gets, because we are not all the same), so in order to ask for something you must first ask accordingly to this, if you complain about anything, you first have to act accordingly, not because you can complain, but because it is the right thing to do. After the philosophy lesson, this comes because of the motto; I can't ask from people what I can't give. It's not fair, it is hypocrite and immoral.
So the conflict begins when I heard this good friend of mine saying, "... that would be embarrassing, I would surely never do it. I mean, a girl taking the role of the man, taking her date everywhere because he doesn't drive! That is awkward"
There's this girl, how am I ever supposed to take her anywhere? flying (does sound great, but fiscally impossible). I know I know I KNOW it is immature and a medieval way of thinking, but that's just the way it is. I feel bad about it and it consternates and turns my world upside down because it conflicts so much with what I want and how it should be.
The ideal solution, talk about it with a friend, but I know what they'll say and I really don't feel like hearing all I know and making me feel worse. I write about it to take it out because it's always better outside than inside. And I also feel bad for the girl, because I really care about her, but how am I going to tell her that this is not moving until I have a car?

Is it selfish? maybe. Is it about pride? probably. Is it painful? yes. Is there a viable solution? No.