It is nice to see something different. Well not really, but nevertheless a welcome digress from other mundanely interesting threads.
Well, I was about to post a picture of my room as well. But, I better not, for it tells a story of my life, a strong sense of delusion - each having its own story lays scattered all over. That is what happens when you have no choice, but to rest, and you go thru all the craps you never knew, or have already forgotten.
It is as though Katrina struck my room before it hit New Orleans, completely destroying whatever little sanity my abode had. I do not blame Bush, Governor of NO (although it is she - they are too complicated for themselves, so who are we?), or the mayor for not being prepared.
Can someone in fact be serious that we can actually be primed for a female disaster? Can they not simply accept that it was beyond any rational man to really be?
Then came Rita. And people ask me what's in the name. How ironic!
Now, do you think the Bush's government was actually prepared for her? Come on now. It was just that she was merciful. You-know, like a viper who just hisses to warn you. She would strike if she wants to, and guess what, she can.
Don't be too sure though. Next time her sister Gita might as well destroy you. And you can do nothing about it. Nada. It is their world, and we, the men must overcome this illusion that we are if not better at least equal to them.
I tell you what - the sooner you realize it, the better it is for us. For our sanity, peace of mind, and happiness in general, it is of paramount importance we accept the fact that we no longer have the might to pull if off anymore. Let us unite in the fact, accepting defeat to our deceivingly strong, and ruthlessly merciful counterparts.
Just when you think you might have a chance to have one up, they drop the nuclear bomb; their trump card. Those tears. . .I hate god for creating those tears. I really do.
And if he did, only men should have those. Anyways, we shed it every time, only it is not gooey, does not appear like a liquid and does not drop from our eyes frequently enough. It just is within us, accompanied with a strong predicament of "to be or not to be."
Now I call upon all the mankind (men), to understand the fact that we are just a pawn in this game, where Katrinas and Ritas not only control the remote, but also own the main switch. Let us understand that we do not have a choice, and inevitable defeats are better accepted without any fight for a false sense of belief is like - a little knowledge which would eventually doom us.
Le this be known, that there is no way we can, realistically speaking, survive arguing, talking sense, or nonsense, hoping against hope that they would show us some mercy.
No Sir, they would not. We think we are strong, ha ha. . . a good delusion we have created to survive us thru our misery.
Even in their tears they are telling us, "look at you asshole, you think you can win against me, you think you are strong, now TAKE THIS!"
