Wednesday, 20 June 2018

Open Letter About The Female Species

Well, this is delayed. It is a little bit behind schedule, but the good news is that it is here now.

Well, I am convinced without a shadow of doubt that you have been anxiously waiting for the other shoe to drop. Well, look no further. Dreams come true and right here, right now, the shoe is dropping. The other shoe.

The thoughts contained here are that of the author and by no means gospel truth. This is my opinion. My observations. My thoughts. My musings. So hear me. See me.... Judge silently.

By the look of things, females have more categories than their counter parts.

Dear females, this is a shout out from a female person too, who has seen, heard and maybe (no disclosure here) identifed, identifies and will identify with these various prototypes. Please note that given the complexity of the female mind, these prototypes can, may and do coexist in an individual at any given time.

Let's dive in, shall we?

To begin our hail mary, it is worth everything to start off with with the Flirt. She is dangerously aware of her feminine powers and takes advantage of the power of seduction.... almost too literally, without second thought. She entices the victim, without anything to offer them, but to make a name for herself. She makes the guy think he is special, but he is just another number on the list. The males are numbers, trophies, and nothing more. She aims for those with the body and the looks of a magazine cover model. All for nothing. All for a tally mark on her wall.

Then, we have the string - alonger. Unlike the flirt, she does not conquer for conquering sake. It is not a momentary victory. It is a dragged out one. She makes the guy think he won the jackpot. Not that she is a jackpot. She just makes the guy think he is a lucky man. Alas. He is a place holder till someone better waltzes in. He is stringed along literally. And he complies.

The charity queen is so nice. Really, she is so nice, she is a victim of her niceness. Others maybe say that she is just a kind soul...... Oh well. She makes stupid mistakes because she is too nice. Too nice, nobody listens to her opinion or objections because she wants what is best for the other. In this equation, she does not exist. She is a little short of being a fantom. A convenient fantom. She is always there. Like a bird with wings but it never learnt to fly. This one, will be with a man out of pity. Enough emotion, enough strings pulled, enough buttons pressed, appealing to her kind nature make her a victim. In the beginning, she is a victim. Later, it becomes a choice. A who - she - is kind of thing. To break free, she will have to give up being nice.

Up next, we have our avenger. The avenger has a lot of garbage from the past. Her previous relationships and experiences dictate how she treats the members of the male species. Essentially, she has ex-boyfriend drama, daddy drama, and all kinds of drama. She makes people pay, and pay they do. She has no intention of anything serious. It is just to hook the guys and rip out his heart, chopping it to pieces.

I forgot the special name I gave this group. The ones who are in charge of the relationship. The guy thinks he is in charge but she really is. For convenience's sake, we will call her the Butcher.... Bad name, but hey, don't blame me. The butcher slays males. She finds a docile lamb and butchers him. How? Well, I am glad you asked. You see, she is an alpha. She is in charge and she rules the guy. He cannot say anything about anything. She is the female version of the abuser...... Emotional, physical.

We also identify the group of females who know how to live off of a male. They are like parasites. I don't know if they are symbiotic or not but they are parasites either way. They are with a guy for convenience. They will use him for whatever need they have. What need or want, we will leave that up to your imagination.  They suck the male dry, then they move on.

The docile lamb wants a rescuer. She jumps through hoops just for his approval. She has no sense of worth of her own. She has no mind of her own. Her life is his life. She will do anything for his approval. The subset of these is the females who have never been single. Always hooked. The hooked don't know who they are without a male. They don't know what to do with themselves without a male. They are just like the docile lamb.

Let us move on to my all time favourite. We will call her the beautiful dreamer. She is powerful and she knows it. She is independent and she knows it. She is driven, and she knows it. Every thing is in place, except for one..... Yup, you are following. You are spot on... The male factor beyond friendship is never in place. Why? She is an alpha as well but she is a dreamy alpha. She has an ideal which cannot be satisfied by any male in real life. She may have a few relations but they don't last. I mean a guy can only keep up for so long. No male ever measures up for long in her books. Hence, the beautiful dreamer is always alone. Waiting. Waiting. And waiting for the male with the x-factor.

Very close to the dreamer is the nonchalant. She knows that males have their rights to hunt, and she has her right to run. The hunted and the hunter. She knows what she wants. She knows how to recognise trouble and make sure that she doesn't encourage it any more than necessary. Hence the nonchalance. She is nice to everyone. She has no favourites. Or does she? I think nonchalant is complicated.
In her complicatedness, she thrives and becomes nonchalant when she meets the one. She knows when to stay and when to walk away. Maybe instead of nonchalant she is better off called the gem?

Next up is playing hard to get and the thrill of the chase.

So long.

Saturday, 9 June 2018

Open Letter To The Male Species

Dear Males,

This is an open letter to you from a member of the female species.
In no way do I claim to be a real, unbiased representative, but I claim to have sufficient evidence, for my side of bias, to air the concerns that they have regarding you.

To begin with, you have been categorised into various strata. Some of you are headstrong in an "uncharming" way. Some of you are crazy, and you think it is charm at it's best. It is not. It is craziness that may need treatment of some kind.
Some of you are confused. You send mixed messages. Mixed signals and you react in a mixed reaction. What are you? You cannot be anything that comes. You have to choose what you want to be. Some of you want to eat your cake and have it. So sorry. You are either in or out.
Some of you are silent investors.... Yes, silent investors... Sowing seeds.... Subtle seeds in your nice - with-an-agenda kind of way. You say things that are equal to special interests in a female member, but it is nothing. You sow seeds and do things with a catch-22. What do i mean? If eventually you get to go all out and bring your sweet little nothings to life, she'll be like : about time.
If you don't, there is nothing to hold you accountable except for the unfair priming and conditioning of her psyche...... Just in case, but no commitment whatsoever to hold you accountable. Not cool.
Then some of you are natural flirts..... We don't blame you. It is in your nature... But you have the power to choose how your natural innate tendencies go. Not cool.

Ah, my favourite breed. The ghosters. Yes, they are ghosting experts. They appear, you matter, then they disappear. Emotionally and physically. They think life is static. They think they can continue right were they left of. Not cool.
Dear ghosters, stay ghosts. It is not funny. You hate it when females ghost you. The thing is you reap what you sow.

This is a shout out to the males who know what they want. They feel the pressure to be like everyone else but they choose not to. They have the opportunities to be douches but they are man enough, not just male species. These we call gentlemen. Yes, they respect, they care and they know when to chase, when to stop, when to man up and when to walk away with their honour and dignity still intact.

So, males, if you are not in the gentleman category, my half of the female species i rep does not like you very much. They are usually sorry for you. Whatever you get out of them is pity, and pity is not good. This is just because they are malleable, fragile little brains that sometimes give in to stupidity..... I mean, they can only be unforgiving for so long, especially after you put on the shows you are pretty good at.

So long!

Wednesday, 6 June 2018

Love.... When I loved....

When it hits you, there is no stopping. You torture yourself with the thoughts. You condemn yourself before you try. You may never try, but that does not mean that you never loved.
It simply means that you love them enough to let them go.
In your little sanctuary, you cry yourself to sleep.
You tell yourself why you cannot be with them. You remind yourself of the disparity between the two of you.

Oh, the disparity...... It hurts. It cuts deeper into the soul than anything else. Just because you love, that little wild card called disparity will send you packing before you even consider giving them your heart.

Oh crazy love.
All you have left is memories.

So long!