So I was talking about these reset buttons. Well I don’t need those. Just a bigger and better mind to understand the complexities of this damn thing called a “relationship” with a woman. One of my close souls apparently is going through a sad state of affairs !! Prevention is better than cure does not fix anywhere better than this particularly sticky situation. I mean I don’t want to sound sexist. I feel women are great – The fun they bring along is unique and cool.. errr.. I mean hot. But hey.. hold in there, would ya ? What’s the price that we are paying (we=men)??? Why is that we have to give up all that we are programmed for ??? The relentless blackmailing, the fake tears, the suicide threats, the you-don’t-love-me tracks playing over and over even if a few do manage to bring the moon down… Oh come on.. Give us a break.
Oh yes… I know what you are thinking.. Its true that there is no world without women (I should have been God I say, would have made humans a regenerating species. You know what I mean ? After a certain age, a part of you would just part away from you (while you are sleeping, without pain) and develop into a new human being !! Remember “Hydra” from class VI biology ????) Would I trade my phallus for freedom ? Tricky question..!! Think about all these things – flowers, gifts, jewellery, a 16 GB RAM not only to remember her’s but her entire clans birthdays and anniversaries, threats, blackmails, tears, untimely headaches, dramas, alimony, wait times while they shop, groceries, constant complains about your family and friends, the money that you never make, the constant nag about how you she looks and how you don’t look, tears, jeers. More complains.. FUCK I SAY !!! On second thoughts I don’t mind giving away my phallus in return to freedom.. ??? Well thank you very much for your cat*.
But deep inside am just sad. Sad for my loved one. For the pain that he is going through. Is there anything I could do to ease ? I shall pray. And hope and wish for all these stinking cats* to get some good sense. I shall hug him tight, kiss on his forehead and say, “Whoever wants you or doesn’t want you, I NEED YOU BRO, You are my HERO !!!” . Would that make any difference. My copper trumpet is broken today. Sorry readers ( I hear a mass “That’s OK”.. Some invisible cats have been crossing my road.)
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Hmmm.. Touchy subject.
It does hurt when somebody we care for, is going thru the bumpies!
At times, I wish too that life had a reset button. Or even a rewind would do. I have a million things I'd change if I could go back in time! I'd have studied harder! That first kiss would've been longer. I'd have known she wouldn mind if.. umm.. well, lets keep that for later.. ;-)
Back to topic (I do keep veering away, dont I?) The very fact that you took the time to write all this (boring :-D ) stuff, proves that you're not as self centered as u think u may be!
I dont get the idea of smoking gettin u on man. I aint never gonna shake ur hand after you've had a ciggy. EVER! As for playing God, I'm sure, if you were made one, men'd look like this:
http://costumenetwork.com/albums/album27/090103DickMan.jpg
But, as it is, we are lucky. You're not god! lol.
Back to topic again! (Damn I do this a lot huh!) Sadly, when it comes to love and lofe, prevention is not better than cure. Cause the symptoms differ with each! lol. Some of em are actually quite good. But alas, these are hard to find, if found, hard to keep, if kept, hard to get rid off! lol. Im not complaining though. I've always been lucky in that dept. The ones that meant a lot lasted and the ones that didnt last, dint mean much either ;-) I did bring the moon down for a couple. Then realised it was better to send them to the moon instead! You know what I mean..
But I feel a lot of breath (or in this case, server space) is wasted over a situation that wont ever change. Both the sexes have their say when it comes to what the other sex is doing, not doing, wont do or is not doing right! lol. They each have their rights and wrongs. But its been preached, preached often, will be reached again - but just wont change. Guess thats what makes life interesting. The troubles. Guess its like a game. If you keep winning, you lose interest. Women do a lot of things for a relationship. Men just do the women! But we do give our hearts on platters at one time or the other. If its handled well, we wont join the dreaded community of playboys, who while appearing to enjoy life, is barely alive. But most of us have mended hearts and follow the arguable right theory that, better break her heart than let her f*ck mine.
Deep inside, we're all sad. Sad for not being able to do anything. Sad for being a spectator in this arena of prevailing human complexities. Men wont change, women cannot be changed. There's no point giving a f*ck.
There is something we can do though. Wake up tomorrow and call that friend you've been meaning to, but kept procrastinating. Tell your parents that you love them. Flirt with the neighbor's daughter. Smile at a stranger, Give the finger to a traffic policeman, Call in a fake sickie at work, Go out shopping, steal something even if you can afford ten.
Do something your heart always wanted to, but was stopped. Cause once the heart's stopped, there's no returning.
Once you're done, come back home and tell us how good you feel. Even tough you know nothing's changed.
But the world will have one less cat* to deal with.
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