“Athletes are predominantly stronger, and oft, more successful than the in vogue aesthete.”
“Gone are the days of where we marinate, these are the days of broth.” As paradoxical as that statement may seem; it may very well be true. Not a certainty, yet certainly worth a given try or at least something to cogitate on. Common sense these days is not as common, or as granted these days. Yet I continue, for with distance; the closer we become, the clearer we realise. For some, here on in, I would suggest you stop looking. Unto the meat of the matter; no matter how artistic you are, it does not count for muscle.
Athletes are predominantly stronger, and oft, more successful than the in vogue aesthete. Now need to sound the alarm bells as this is directed solely at males, I raise the emphasis on now. Not surprising, as women are predominantly petite and seek to use their wisdom far more than men –in most instances at least. Women, in the general case; prefer to be, protected than being romanced. I am sure there are far too many novels to defend that statement. Yet, there is no need for self sacrifices that may prove only to be a masochistic act, and eventually being looked upon as being fatally unwise. Furthermore, there is enough on our plate. We cannot afford to allow our egos to get that much ahead ourselves. We might be seen as heroically not all there, or even worse, small headed. Certainly, I am narcissistic enough to believe that.
What’s the use of a man if he will not defend her in the direst and most undesirably fearful of moments? Zilch! To be frank, we can’t wrong them. This is just the way it was meant to be, we must be defenders! If not, we lean towards our ancestral disseminations; they (ancestors) were taught to be great seekers of the land, no matter how nomadic! Sorry, I meant we were taught to be great cultivators, to not only plant the seed but to dig deep. What did women do? They became wiser, ensnared in jealousy and signs of and from the times. Protection became much more than taking a hit to the head. ‘Protection’ means the ability to be protected from the gross dangers of financial collapse, the means of adapting to trends adeptly – not leaving her out in the cold. We males are still cultivating in the most post-modern of ways, if only our pockets could stretch. If only we had pockets. The time is now. We need to realise the Titanic things we can do. Why else do they love that movie so much?
If you want me to be a man, don’t complain when I give you my dictums. True. But that my friends is certainly a chasm. Well as life would have it, things are not as straight forward as we would all like to believe. That being said women are very much the lions of the den; they seek their prey far more ostentatiously than we are led to believe. Predators of a feministic kind, the ones that will deceive you in the ways you can actually believe…
Realistically, before even approach; a woman, has mentally unearthed every good and bad deed the man is capable of producing. The assumptions over, she then begins to physically analyse the features, and then he can only pray that she sees pass his timid frame, or limited brain. But of course, all that is in the general sense. For I am not Doctor Phil, I don’t have surveys. I simply go through personal observations. The perception of him being the predator is no more, she now has complete control. Denial is still quite possible, for she believes in her instincts. Yet, if you are bold - a major evidence of a manly structure, then you may just find that you have the time to convince. Being bold is not being big; being big is definitely being bold. She requires someone to protect her, not someone who insomuch an aesthete, but a man capable of wowing her as that of the athlete. With words she may grow softer and a little bit more fairy taled, but that’s of no use, for a real princess desires protection and warmth. Even a meagre figure, who will be her defender to the end, from the very beginning. I repeat, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. In becoming the bold and protective we must try at best to not become foolish.
With women the world can be quite catastrophic, for they are demanding as the tax we pay. Seriously, women and their needs are a lot. As protective as a male should be, she should never neglect his potential and his efforts. Also seeking to make sure that he does not extend himself beyond belief. In fact, she should be very keen in keeping him upbeat in the troubled times. Females are... ok, moving on. (In keeping with fact that I am more or less married, more or less saving my skin.) But women are muses of the musers, the caterers; of the protectors, the cultivators, and the nomadic fishers; well not so much the fishers. I go back to our ascendants’ dissensions to prove that point. Obviously, realism has caught up with us. Father Abraham had many sons, all of which were under monogamy. Certainly.
Where can we strike the balance? Both sexes need to realise the fact that there is a need to appreciate people for who they are. Appreciate the opposite sex for what they are. For by nature we do complement each other, by nature. We also need to become more than people who are appreciators, and seekers of those who suffice. Human beings need to recognise love. Peeling away the cloak of impurities, for by default we are fallible. Yet there is something within everyone that makes compatibility easy. The word is soul. With soul there comes a key factor; we are happy in spite of , not because of. For deep down we are all plagued with something that need not be there. Love eludes trepidation. Gone are the days of where we marinate, these are the days of broth. For if we take people for what they are: fat, skinny, rich, poor, intelligent, and foolish. We’ll never begin to understand who they are.
TO BE CONTINUED….
“Behind Every Great Amorist, There Is An Even Greater Muse!
Be It Prolix Or Pithy, You Are Muse Of My Every Metre.
From The Recesses Of My Very Heart, I Love You With Every Litre”
To Cerise
