Category: Writers Block
I used to think true love was a fairy tale with a ring and a prince at the end,
But now the questions seem to never cease, and are always on my mind,
Why do men cheat why do they lie,
Why do women sit back smile and happily comply,
Is being straight the answer maybe everyone is just missing half a screw,
One thing is for sure the older I get the more confusing this world becomes like a big boiling pot of stew,
Hard to make,but something everyone always can enjoy,
However now the question which plagues me is any man ready to commit to me as their one and only, or are they just content to settle for second best and forever regret their lives away,
It won't be about that car they can't have or that new house which is just dying to be bought,
It will be the one girl who got away who they will always remember miss be all they dream about and be their every waking thought
Dunno where you were raised, girl, but most men don't cheat and most women I know don't sit back and comply, and certainly would not if cheated upon. You poor poor silly girl, those poppies appear to not agree with you.
Oh Wow, I did not just read this? I honestly don't know what kind of woman you are, nor do I care to know what men you've been or after, but jeez luis! Seriously? Well, I am a woman, and I don't just take every charming word from a man, nor do I just sit back, smile and comply, especially after being cheeted on. No way jose. The question here should be "why are some women foolish and conformists? Why do some women repeat the same mistakes when it comes to men? Why do some of these women blame men for their naiveté? Why do we generalize and catagorize genders? Those are the questions that I always have on my mind. Because if a woman is smart and realistic, she'll know that love isn't just red roses and fairy tales. In the rotating globe, love is not a prince on a white horse seeking the princess of his dreams. I wonder if being aware of reality is so hard to grasp? I wonder if that's a screw that's got to be tightened in our minds? I don't know about you, but I don't want just any man to be ready to commit to me. If that's the case, there'll never be any true commitment. Never, I promise. I want to give "my man" strong enough and valid reasons as to why we both could be commited to each other. My man is not just any man I fell for his words. I don't want to be his dream girl, as I'm an imperfect woman. I am very well aware of this. I don't force him to stay with me, he'll want to stay with me without me pleading. He's free to fly like a bird when he wishes, love isn't clingy. If I just fall for his charms, and that's all he wanted, of course he won't regret his life away, for he might find someone better in the end. I'm sorry, but until you understand these things, is when you will not only stop confusing yourself, but you're more likely to have a successful relationship. I sincerely hope so.
Ah, but it is hard to heal a romantic heart that hasn't learned to be both soft and wise. Smile.
My only hope is for after the learning this sweet heart will remain soft and warm, not become bitter.
If she is indeed soft and warm to begin with. Sounds to me like she wants to set up theater, and have a man play out her ideas of what a man should be and she play along for the girl's part. I remember reading how some who do this even want the guy to cheat, not because they want to be cheated on, but that is what men are supposed to do so she can act out the cheated-upon. I have never met this in real life, and would normally think of this as a hoax, but but if the original poster is a real human and not a troll, I believe we've met such a choreographer.
Guys aren't going to just play along with the charades, any more than women are going to try and stay skinny like a chick from SmellA for the rest of their lives. That's just not happening.
So I am curious, what is so confusing about a pot of stew? All stew is is meat, potatoes, and carrots. I guess the meat can vary, whether or not you like pork or beef better, or neither, in which case you could use chicken. Or none, if you turn out to be a vegetarian. Oh and then there's the option of onions? To be or not to be with onions. That is the question. And then you have to decide which seasonings to use? Salt and pepper doesn't quite quench the taste unless you don't mind your stew bland. Papprika could work, how about a little cayen pepper? Nah, that's too spicey. And what the hell do you do with all this left over broth and gravey? And what sized pot should I use?
Forget I asked that question, cuz I think I answered it on my own. Love is indeed like a pot of stew. Everyone has different preferences, you know. And everyone takes different amounts of time to figure out what it is they want. And a lot of us that are younger like me aren't out to seek love until a certain point.
This is what part of being an adult is, recognizing the world is confusing and doing your best to live with it. People are complex, inconsistent, unpredictable. If you can't stand how the world is, and feel helpless to shape it unto your personal specs, you can do what many do and become dependent on mind or mood-altering substances. Maybe if your soul is really lost, a religious figure will come along and you will gladly pay to know what you think, or else maybe what the religious figure thinks will become what you think. Then you can burrow underground as you wait for some predicted apocalypse. People love apocalypses these days, they are the way forward. Then you can choose from a list of entire groups of people you either do not like or do not understand to blame as for why things aren't ideal. Wouldn't that be fun?