Girl, shut up! That’s what we badly need to do. Women talk too much. We fuss, scrutinise, justify, belabour. We need to abandon our monkey (gorilla to be specific) lineage- we have to stop picking ticks from our beloved’s hair; just to show we care! I think we are irritating the opposite sex.
We are the destructive ones: we love, attempt to change them, distance them from their parents, get rid of their friends (it’s a women’s right to dislike her man’s friends). We spend half of our life in changing everything and spend the rest half complaining that we couldn’t change a thing.
I am furious at myself, for doing all of this; again and again and again.
I thought it was me, till I read three blogs leading the same way. Single or married—women drive men away; this could be a potential reason for romance to die out of relationships. For wise capitalist and her husband to sleep in opposite directions and unconsciously kick him in the nose. Hmmm…
I agree men are weird, listen to this:
Scene: Watching Sex and the city, Season 5
“Chameleon: (Grin) Women! They never say what they really feel when the man is around. The second he is gone, they realise how much they love him.
Moi: Hmmm, Yes: u are right; but isn’t that true of men as well.
Chameleon: With the man; he’s never really sure of what he feels! (LOL)”
(I think chameleon thinks from his crotch)
Is that true? Maybe; generalizing, women coo and pick too much: ‘yellow shirt, green trousers? don’t talk with your mouth full, don’t eat on the bed, don’t twiddle your thumbs, wear socks in your sneakers, change the bed sheet, clean the damm room, put the toilet seat back… place the cover. Don’t drink so much; don’t smoke so many, read that book- ps. return it too. Why can’t your hair stay? Why are you so possessive about your hair? Don’t tap your foot, shave; shave your armpits as well. There is nothing wrong in the above: it’s called grooming an animal called man.
The underlining whys and don’ts sound like a ringmaster and remind me of the sad Miss Mary Don’t. If there is so much to change, why do we want the species in the 1st place? Sometimes, I think we are masochists, knit pickers and it’s our destructive ‘handmaid’ way of showing a constructive feelings of 'care'!
We are weird and maybe if we shut up and let go, we may just let the men live longer than us.
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Oct 1, 2007
Aug 28, 2007
There is a crisis.
Turning 25 and still not having enough testosterone to hold? Hmmm, time to reflect. Multiples is 20 and has been with who, what and where-all. I am 24- had 2 imp guys,terribly disappointed with one. Now, she's trying to hook me up with the ones I could be teaching junior college English. It’s not funny. It’s a crisis situation and I am trapped.
The last I felt this confused, irate and helpless was at puberty. I was old enough to do anything; still not old enough to do anything. Now I am old enough for all the responsibility and the action ---I am having none. I am the new 24 and old 32: where everything is exhausted young (this digression will be dealt with in good time).
Men I like are married (happily or otherwise); the ones I date are looking for commitment. By the way,what is wrong with men? Since when did ‘I am looking for a long-term association’ become manly? -- In response, a male acquaintance noted that I was getting old and my options were narrowing, and isn’t it wonderful that so many guys want to really settle with you (a nasty invisible insertion was ‘knowing you’)? He also commented on the 'liberated woman syndrome' which was the cause of all anguish: '?' n '!' followed- all your friends r engaged!how was ur sis's baby shower? What do you do with your pay check except spend on shoes, clothes and drinks? (I will ignore the last Q).
Liberated women are farcical. i couldn't possibly accept that even if it's d truth. For, I remember, there was a time when sentences began with I and not WE. The sour part is that I don’t have a WE, graver than that is that I don’t want an ordinary WE. Am I too difficult and demanding? hmmm...
Mommies' are most cruel in this phase: your biological clock is ticking! you are going to get fat and lose the youthful lustre. You will be a hag trying to live on the scraps left by other women or bald men who u ignored forever, or a man wanting a lineage: you’ll be a baby machine; but the chances are low coz your clock is ticking!
I like children, as people like animals at the zoo. Children and marriage: my problem, is that I don’t see the connection.
I have myopia and its affecting my life in an extremely adverse way. The casual attitude has dulled out; nothing is just for the sake of it. I am not advocating one-night-stands but it’s just that more guys are behaving like girls.
When have you heard of a 25 year old guy married and ready to have his first baby-- they are now! Simply,no one wishes to wait and savour the time.
Torch asked me, 'what's wrong with that?' Nothing: it’s too dammed good! its what every woman wants. Just that I haven’t found my teddy bear, then again, I prefer a man in the good old dirty definition. I don't want these sensitive, emotional fools who break down and whine and crib and bitch. I want the cliched definition: clinched, not baggit, shark nichts dolphin! That is my problem*. There are only 3 real men that I have met ( Hubbles')and every where I turn to look there are only pretty pretty boys. Has ‘the man’ become a yeti? I am scared.
However the fearful aftermath is: it may be an ideal in my head but the chances of a woman’s utopia turning into a dystopia are always higher than its vice-verse. I am scared, the air is thinning.
PS* Theorists in my head are throwing hardbound notes of female, masculinity and androgene liberation at me. Elite mocking faces at their most hated display of disappointment and rage: aaaaaawwwwwaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!:(
The last I felt this confused, irate and helpless was at puberty. I was old enough to do anything; still not old enough to do anything. Now I am old enough for all the responsibility and the action ---I am having none. I am the new 24 and old 32: where everything is exhausted young (this digression will be dealt with in good time).
Men I like are married (happily or otherwise); the ones I date are looking for commitment. By the way,what is wrong with men? Since when did ‘I am looking for a long-term association’ become manly? -- In response, a male acquaintance noted that I was getting old and my options were narrowing, and isn’t it wonderful that so many guys want to really settle with you (a nasty invisible insertion was ‘knowing you’)? He also commented on the 'liberated woman syndrome' which was the cause of all anguish: '?' n '!' followed- all your friends r engaged!how was ur sis's baby shower? What do you do with your pay check except spend on shoes, clothes and drinks? (I will ignore the last Q).
Liberated women are farcical. i couldn't possibly accept that even if it's d truth. For, I remember, there was a time when sentences began with I and not WE. The sour part is that I don’t have a WE, graver than that is that I don’t want an ordinary WE. Am I too difficult and demanding? hmmm...
Mommies' are most cruel in this phase: your biological clock is ticking! you are going to get fat and lose the youthful lustre. You will be a hag trying to live on the scraps left by other women or bald men who u ignored forever, or a man wanting a lineage: you’ll be a baby machine; but the chances are low coz your clock is ticking!
I like children, as people like animals at the zoo. Children and marriage: my problem, is that I don’t see the connection.
I have myopia and its affecting my life in an extremely adverse way. The casual attitude has dulled out; nothing is just for the sake of it. I am not advocating one-night-stands but it’s just that more guys are behaving like girls.
When have you heard of a 25 year old guy married and ready to have his first baby-- they are now! Simply,no one wishes to wait and savour the time.
Torch asked me, 'what's wrong with that?' Nothing: it’s too dammed good! its what every woman wants. Just that I haven’t found my teddy bear, then again, I prefer a man in the good old dirty definition. I don't want these sensitive, emotional fools who break down and whine and crib and bitch. I want the cliched definition: clinched, not baggit, shark nichts dolphin! That is my problem*. There are only 3 real men that I have met ( Hubbles')and every where I turn to look there are only pretty pretty boys. Has ‘the man’ become a yeti? I am scared.
However the fearful aftermath is: it may be an ideal in my head but the chances of a woman’s utopia turning into a dystopia are always higher than its vice-verse. I am scared, the air is thinning.
PS* Theorists in my head are throwing hardbound notes of female, masculinity and androgene liberation at me. Elite mocking faces at their most hated display of disappointment and rage: aaaaaawwwwwaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!:(
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